By this time Krillin was training, he was once he was alone. The mountain on which it was found many miles east of South Capital. His strength was increased very slowly compared with Goku or Vegeta, but among humans insignificant, was in a privileged position. But amidst the endless tasks of training across his head those two faces she loves: the Maron and the beautiful number 18.
During that afternoon trained in an impressive cascading waterfall which roared as the mighty Dragon God to look out from the areas to be invoked. Peleándole dying afternoon to night time. The place was deserted, but it was incredibly beautiful, green forest welcomed on his lap that river, between cooing of birds and murmurs of animals from the forest.
At one point, while stopping the powerful arm of water and threw it against the sky, Krillin, his chest bare, he felt a gaze slid down her naked back and damp. Upon returning he found the empty side of the river and beyond the foliage of the forest, there was nobody there. Still tried to perceive the Ki (life force or energy) of someone close, but in vain.
He returned back to his training, his Ki was elevated enough points breathtaking moments. In the midst of one of these points an outgoing shade of the trees he lurked in the back, without thinking twice, the warrior turned launching a Kame Ham...