Krillin sat on top of a large flat rock in deep meditation. Well, sort of. He was supposed to be mind training, a technique that circulates your ki more by mentally simulating an actual fight in your head. It turns out that boredom was the true adversary Krillin was in a battle against, and judging by the sound of his snores, he was clearly losing. It couldn't be helped. The calming ocean waves and the gentle breezes combing through the archipelago foliage were so soothing. Laying out in the sun on this private island felt more like a vacation than a training camp. It wasn't like the old days back on The Lookout, sparring with the Z Fighters in preparation for Nappa and Vegeta, or skipping around the valley holding crates full of milk with young Goku. Even the occasional fight (both physical and verbal) with his wife, Lazuli, managed to expand his horizons as a martial artist.  Out here, the only thing posing a threat are the carnivorous wildlife, but those predators are nothing compared to the beings Krillin fought in the past. 

Before he dozed off, he contemplated on Master Roshi's instruction to train here. [i]Why all the way out in the middle of nowhere, alone? No one to train with. No one to learn from. Just little old me out in the wilderness like Tarzan[/i]. Indeed, Krillin had grown the look of a wild man. The shaved face and head of the Orlin monk was now covered in hair. The orange turtle school uniform he famously wears was replaced with a rugged sleeveless blue shirt, brown slacks, and boots. The wardrobe was entirely his choice. A call for something different, perhaps to match with this unorthodox journey he was embarking on; one of many paths leading toward his ultimate quest for becoming a powerful martial artist.

A loud crashing sound woke him from his [s]meditation[/s] slumber. Krillin looked around then jumped high into the air to survey the landscape. The wildlife was up in a panic from the crash as well, evidenced by the flock of birds scattering in a frenzy. Then out of nowhere Krillin sensed a high concentration of energy, the highest he's ever felt on this archipelago. 

"I wonder what that could be...!" Just as Krillin said that, he felt a shift. Whoever or whatever it was, it was now heading towards him! Rather than staying exposed out in the open, he floated back down into the brush and awaited the approaching being, locked in his fighting stance.