Summary: There's no such thing as the perfect wi -
"I WISH I WAS BORN WITH SAIYAN DNA!"
Forced to make a final choice, and sensing Vegeta's presence, and more importantly, his anger, Earth's strongest human alive did the only thing he could think of.
"jIboghDI' kULlIliN SaiYaJIn 'Iw vIneH!"
And that's how it started. As Little Green quickly recited the words to Porunga, the mighty wish-granting dragon of Namek, in his native tongue, everything changed.
So much so, that no one remembered that the wish was even made. Time reversed, then fast-forwarded, before setting itself in stone.
This was the new reality, and no one was any the wiser.
Videl rubbed her elbow, feeling a sudden chill come over her. In hindsight, an oversized t-shirt and tight latex shorts wasn't the best combination for a boat ride.
It had been a journey to get here, some arm-twisting and skull-bouncing, but she had finally gotten the location – and transportation – to find the remote island of one of the Galaxy's greatest fighters, and his groundbreaking scientist wife.
She looked up at the small house. It was… smaller than she anticipated.
Formerly, it was known as the Kamé House, and she had only heard legends, but seeing it in person was underwhelming, to say the least.
She hoped the same couldn't be said about the fighter.
"Name?"
She jumped, and glanced around. "Wha – ?"
"Right here, sweetie," the disembodied, but decidedly female voice intoned through the door, and the black-haired teen looked closer, at the small camera lens embedded in the middle of the door. "Name, please?"
"Oh! Uh – Videl?"
"Ah, yes – Miss Satan. Please, come in. Remove your shoes and place them on the rug."
The door made a hiss, and flew inward, and Videl gasped at the massive mansion that awaited her inside.
It was the latest in Capsule Corporation technology, and it made sense. She suddenly realized that what she was seeing, this simple pink house on the outside, was the capsule itself.
With careful steps, she made her way in, until she remembered to take off her yellow boots – also, incidentally, Capsule Corp fashion wear.
"Good taste," the disembodied voice giggled. "Just make your way to the gym, sweetie, it's down the hallway. Good Lu~~uck*!"
Ominous.
But she squared her shoulders, bracing herself to march forward. She was the daughter of a champion, dammit! Winner of a tournament herself! She could handle meeting the guy without collapsing!
Breathing in the suddenly harsher air, she made up her mind and ran down the hallway. If the voice had anything to say in protest, the pounding in her ears was louder.
Bulma Briefs moved herself to a sitting position, groaning as she sat on her sore, naked ass.
She wasn't a renowned fighter like her husband, but she loved when he was in a training mood, and volunteered whenever he needed a partner - as the title implied. Perhaps Chi-Chi could take notes, and Goku a lesson or two.
There was a barely audible beeping over the moans in the training room, and she lazily brought up her wrist to check her watch display.
"She's here already? Someone's eager." A few lazy taps on the tiny display later, and the screen showed the full model of the girl that stood at her front door. Another tap, and a three-dimensional projection, color and all, rotated on top of the watch. Absently, she licked her lips.
She looked up, momentarily wondering if she should interrupt her husband's training to inform them of their guest, but…
"O-oh, FUCK YES! Just like that! Oh Kami, Oh Dende, OH KAI, OH GoooooOOOOOOOODDDD!"
…Launch would kill her if she tried – blue-haired Launch, even. Both could be murderous with the right inspiration.
After a few seconds of indecision, she made the choice to let Videl be a surprise. She knew his tastes by now, and he trusted her judgment.
Steadily making her way to her feet, suddenly even more thankful that the fellow bluenette had slurped the thick, virile seed out of her before she took her place under her husband, Bulma wobbled her legs into usefulness, making her way to the entrance, and made a few more taps on her watch.
"Hey, Mai; you busy? I need you to intercept a package."
The deeper she made it into the gray hall, the more her breath quickened.
She wiped her long hair out of the way, considering readjusting her yellow bands, when the lights in the room began to fade.
"So I hear you want to be a student under the tutelage of Krillin Briefs?"
Another disembodied voice. Spectacular. "If it's not too much trouble."
"Feisty. I like."
The room was still bright enough that she could see the figure suddenly appear on the other end of the hallway, stepping closer to her. Videl shook her head and blinked.
She was… in her underwear.
Videl blinked again.
The long-haired woman walked forward confidently, graceful in her bare feet. Her heavy breasts bounced minimally in her gray cotton confines, her hips swaying in her matching bikini-lined panties.
Videl blinked once more, then gulped. Erasa had nothing on this woman.
Cautiously, the teen spread her feet apart into a fighting stance, raising her fists. The woman raised an eyebrow.
"You want to fight me?"
She faltered. "Am I not... supposed to?"
She shook her head. "Only if you want to. This isn't a tower of doom, kid. The gym is being used right now, so I was sent to give you a physical. Unless you'd rather..."
Videl looked her up and down again, and sighed, straightening back up. "You're not dressed for a fight."
"To be fair, I'm not dressed for anything." When she got close enough, she held out her hand, and it was awkward, to say the least, to shake hands with a half-naked stranger. "The name's Mai. Nice to meet you."
"Uh... you, too. Why are you ... undressed?"
She shrugged. "Just got finished with a workout, and I didn't feel like putting on fresh clothes yet."
The girl's eyes flitted down again, at the soaked undergarments she hadn't paid attention to before, her glistening, toned pale body, and the two points on her chest that threatened to shoot through the cotton. "You train in your underwear?"
She chuckled. "Sometimes, even less than this, if you're lucky." She turned around, and Videl had a very difficult time dropping her eyes again. "Follow me."
Ignoring her protesting limbs, and hoping she wouldn't be too exhausted from the journey alone, the Junior Champion held her head up, ignoring her sweat dropping to the floor.
She didn't notice the little splashes from the tiniest of drops.
Dressed again (or at least, covered in a pristine white lab coat) Bulma gingerly sat down in her office chair, crossing her legs demurely as she reclined.
Mai should keep the new girl busy for the next half-hour, she was sure. It gave her some time to think about the journey that got them to where they were.
To think that once, Mai had been a bad guy. A bumbling idiot of a villain, too! And now they were best friends, and lovers, nearly twenty-five years strong.
Krillin had accepted her with open arms after he and Goku defeated Pilaf, and while she hadn't managed to collect the dragon balls then, she finally admitted to herself that she had gotten her wish.
He was the perfect boyfriend, and though he lacked in height, she truly didn't mind his stature. It only made him cuter, and he certainly made up for it in other areas.
...
Okay, yes, it might have also been because he had a massive bitch-breaking cock, but he had a big heart, too, and that's what really mattered.
Especially to a sixteen-year-old; she might've been an overconfident brat, but he would have destroyed her if she wasn't ready. Some part of her probably would've enjoyed it maybe, but she wasn't gonna risk being one of those genius scientists limited to a wheelchair for life (or even worse, a brain in a jar, as was the more common route.)
It wasn't until he won the twenty-second martial arts tournament, finally defeating Goku in the Finals, when she gained the courage to demand that she truly enjoy him, in the traditional sense. He was exceptionally patient, more patient than she thought any guy would be, especially since she had given him permission to play the field in lieu of her reluctance. Mai wasn't as subtle as she wanted to be, dropping hints during the three's near-lovemaking bouts that she had no reservations, but Krillin was insistent that since Bulma was the first woman in his life, she had the first claim.
She apologized profusely to Mai hours later. She should have tried waaaay sooner.
There was nothing to worry about. Inch by inch was taken into her tight virgin tunnel with care, and persistence, and nearly halfway in, she screamed out an orgasm. Her squirting made things a little easier, but the stuffed feeling she had for the rest of the night, was something that made her feel both nauseous and delirious, like the luckiest girl in the world.
Mai accepted her apology in stride, and promptly celebrated with Krillin, graciously allowing the couple their first night together before tagging in. Bulma slept, a satisfied grin frozen on her face, and even the excited screams couldn't wake her.
The terrified screaming, however, woke her in an instant.
Several minutes later, a still-naked Krillin stood over the unmoving monster she would eventually learn to be Tambourine, her and Mai cowering in the corner.
Bulma shuddered as she remembered the look in her lover's eyes. The promise of pain as he remarked, right then and there, for the heads of this new faction for threatening the lives of the two most important people in his life.
She only saw that expression once previously at the time, and that was for the destruction of the infamous Red Ribbon Army.
Her eyes glazed over.
"Colonel Violet," she requested from her desk, and the purple-haired woman stood at attention in front of her, moments later. "At ease, Colonel," she whispered, and loosened her lab coat. "Do you have a few minutes?"
Her tactical skills were invaluable, as she had proven again and again, not only helping her and Krillin dismantle the Army (after admittedly intense interrogation sessions) but when she came around, masterminding the strategy of the assault on the Saiyan warriors that attacked Earth so long ago.
The 'Colonel' was a name she had preferred to keep, and since there was no official hierarchy anyway, she and Krillin had no problem addressing her that way. Today, she was technically a Commander everywhere else, leading the world's Army under the contract of King Furry.
According to her deep blush, she seemed very happy that Bulma's hologram technology allowed her to work from home. And she definitely considered this place her home, among the rest of her family.
"I don't know why you need to ask," she muttered embarrassingly, slipping off her fingerless gloves. "When's the last time I said no?"
Bulma took a moment to consider it. "When we interrogated you for the Red Ribbon Army's secrets, now that I think about it."
Her face burned in humiliation, but the bumps under her shirt told her she remembered how intense those sessions were. "And now you know why I've never said no since."
"Aww, I thought you enjoyed it?" the bluenette teased, slipping her arms out of her lab coat again.
Shimmying out of her tank top, the violet-haired beauty revealed she wasn't wearing a bra. She sauntered to her knees between spread legs, and those were the last words spoken for the next few minutes.
Krillin pulled out of the half-tamed blonde with a happy sigh, leaving her with an audible smack against her glistening bubble butt. "How was that one?"
She disregarded the drool beneath her chin, laying her cheek in her slobber as she tried to turn over. It took nearly a minute, but she managed to lift a hand up in the air and flip him off.
He wished he had a camera. Blond Launch, the adrenaline junkie that she was, just didn't have the energy to keep up with him either. His milky, sludgy sperm slowly leaked out of her twitching pussy, desperately trying to close itself again, and her whole body shuddered as the now-cold fluid ran down her legs.
Bless her, she was a trooper, that was for sure. She had a fetish for domination, and once he got over his hang-ups so long ago, Krillin was only too happy to keep their relationship going. Her alter ego was tamer, but just as adventurous, but with a lot less stamina. Every time she sneezed, her energy was reinvigorated, and while it took a toll on her body, he was always careful.
Launch loved to be spanked. To be used. To be taken, her face mushed into the hard floor with her impeccable ass up for some serious smacking, and the occasional dining upon, and while Blue Launch had considered it dirty, she moaned far too much to actually object.
"Good talk," he grinned, slapping her ass again, and she collapsed under that one, too bone-weak to protest. Carefully picking her up, he took her to the bed at the entrance, ignoring her snoring all the way.
He stretched, before making an actual effort to go look for his darling wife. He had noticed her making a call earlier, and his ears picked up the beeping of an urgent alert. He wasn't too worried; if she needed his help, she would have called for him.
Lately, she had been working on something, to celebrate their 20th anniversary, and he was excited. He had always dreaded their anniversary, on the simple fact that he had no idea what to get a billionaire tycoon. Even when he suggested a vacation to somewhere exotic, like Namek, she refused, because the rest of the girls wouldn't be able to come along, and she was insistent that they were family, and he had an obligation to all of them, despite their marital status.
He briefly wondered if she was building a massive spaceship, before dismissing the idea. Sure, she'd be able to hide it, could even make it capsule-sized, but where would she put it to work on it?
She was resourceful, so it wasn't an impossible thought.
Still, he tried, with dinners and movies and personal flights around the world (and neighboring worlds), but she was always the happiest at the end of the night, when they finally got home.
Perhaps he was being unfair. She certainly enjoyed his attempts to show her a good time, wearing a suit and all his chivalry and charm, and she gave as good as she got as they enjoyed each other's company, but it was dressing for the main event, and there was no better way for Krillin to show his love than a cunt full of his sticky, messy spunk, only for Mai, Violet, Launch, or any of the others to clean it out of her, the chaotic way, tongues slipping in and out, her body being handled like a princess as she watched Krillin slip his Bulma-coated dick into another girl, slamming home into some unexpected hole and rocking their Katchin-enforced Marital bed.
Really, it was kinda sweet of her to think of the others. Krillin had wanted her to feel special on their anniversaries, or on her birthdays, but she seemed to be more considerate of others on those days, if anything. It made sense, he supposed – she was the wealthiest, smartest, most beautiful woman in the galaxy (in his opinion), and all eyes were on her, always. She was normally a giving woman, a contrast to the early days they met, and on their special days, she directed the attention away from her.
Not to mention the power play. It was a constant reminder; he was her husband, always, and everyone else was fighting for second place in his heart. And on his cock.
He didn't complain much, but when he did, it was usually about why he wasn't doing more for her. She was too good for him, and he hoped to express that every day, with every villain they've faced, and every threat they've put down. From Pilaf to King Piccollo, the Saiyans to Freeza. All beaten, because of who he and Goku fought with, and what they were fighting for.
Using his heightened senses, he followed his wife's distinct ki, and pressed his fingers to his forehead.
He suddenly found himself sheathed into the Colonel, and she quivered in delight, cumming on the spot from the unexpected intrusion.
"Didn't get enough before?" He casually asked his moaning wife across from him, genuinely surprised. She usually had to tap out – physically tap out – after their more intense bouts of 'training', and today was no different.
"I needed a more feminine touch," she breathlessly explained, petting the purple hair below her, taking each languishing lick with a shudder. "A cooldown, if you will. We're expecting a visitor, soon."
"Oh?" he questioned, not pausing in his powerful thrusts. Violet's velvety vice squeezed tightly, expressing her thanks. "The Sons?"
She shook her head. "They're off-planet. Something about a tournament. He wanted Gohan to join."
Krillin nodded. That made sense. To see what Gohan would truly be capable of – well, any of them with Saiyan blood, really – they'd need to go outside the galaxy, to places that were well-prepared for them. There tended to be more durable elements out there, and Krillin and Bulma loved testing it (though Bulma in a more literal sense). Though he was surprised Chi-Chi would let him, he supposed she would make sure he would keep up with his studies by going with him. Perhaps she could get Goku to read a book as well. Obviously, not one of Gohan's, but hopefully she packed a smaller book for him to enjoy.
Depends on how long the tournament was, and how long it would take Chi-Chi to break him down.
He snorted. It was about time he spent some quality together-time with his family, even if it was for less than ideal intentions.
Bulma reached the same conclusion as her husband, giggling along with him. "If he kept ignoring Chi-Chi, I would've sent her an invitation to join us for a weekend."
"I couldn't do that to Goku," he huffed, though his cheeks did pinken at the thought of having the equally bull-headed actual princess under him, taking his cock up her royal ass and between her name-sakes.
She giggled again. "I'm pretty sure Goku doesn't care. I'm still convinced he doesn't know what sex is."
"He has two kids."
"I know. Perplexing, isn't it?" She moaned, grinding her hips into the beautiful Colonel's face below her, getting lost in the pleasure until Krillin spoke again.
"So, the visitor?"
"Oh!" Fumbling behind her, she grabbed the small digital card and pulled it out of the slot in her table. "I think you'll be surprised by this. I think she's a great choice."
Curiosity piqued, he took the offered chip over Violet's sweat-slicked back and slipped it under his blue training wristband. The cuff lit up and glowed, while he waited patiently, uninterrupted in slamming his hips into the curves of the Colonel.
Violet squeaked, thrusting her hips back into her personal Commander, wrapping her hands around the thick thighs of her blue-haired General with care, wriggling her tongue about the blue muff with considerably less care.
The full-colored hologram appeared, and Krillin was taken aback by the girl's striking beauty. 'Videl Satan. Sixteen years of Age. Daughter of Maku Satan and Migeru Satan. Winner of the 24th World Martial Arts Junior Division Tournament.'
"Mister Satan's daughter?"
She nodded, her eyes closed. "You approve, darling?"
He looked again, and a slow smile spread across his face. "Oh yeah, I approve." He sped up his thrusting, and Violet's eyes nearly popped out of her head.
"Oh!" she screamed, muffled by Bulma's lips, and she wriggled around, trying to gleam more comfort out of her position, but her knees were wrapped in the waist of her camo pants, her booted feet knocked aside by Krillin's, and her hips held firmly by his calloused fighter's hands.
Meanwhile, Bulma had sunk lower in her chair, wrapping her bare legs around her neck and resting her heels on the middle of her back, and even if she wanted to break free of this heavenly grip, she knew they wouldn't let her go until they both finished.
Just like old times. Sometimes she wondered why she didn't say no. It definitely turned out in her favor before.
Picking one hand off the floor, she debated between reaching down to her clit or dealing with her aching nipples, before figuring that the cock in her was enough stimulation overload down below, so she paid attention to her swaying breasts, flicking the nipple with her thumb before moving to the other, panting as she slobbered and cleaned the pristine pussy before her, feeling her ears nearly pop from the pressure of Bulma's muscular thighs.
She had thought Panchy was just adept at kegel exercises, but it might have just been yet another stunning example of genetics when it came to the Briefs.
Krillin tsked at the sight before him, shaking his head with a smile. "Easier than you thought?"
Mai looked almost bored, stroking her fingers against the whimpering girl. "She couldn't even handle ten times gravity," she lamented, smirking. "What was I supposed to do?"
He was mildly disappointed, as disappointed as he could be as he watched his girlfriend fingering the daughter of the man who claimed to have beaten Cell. He wasn't too mad - the girl seemed to have found out the truth somehow, after all - but actions had consequences. Satan reaped his rewards, and it was only fair that he reaped his.
And, he had to admit, she looked very appealing.
Her breathing was labored, from Mai's intensive care or the simulated gravity of the mansion, he wasn't quite sure. Her body was covered in sweat, only dressed in her socks and fingerless gloves, mewling pitifully as Mai sunk two fingers into her bare, slippery pussy, dripping to the floor and splashing with loud echoes in the intensive physical room.
"She needed a shave," Mai noted casually, her breasts free from her cotton garbs, begging to be sucked on, and Krillin knew from experience how much she liked the attention. "Not so much hygiene care to speak of, but she seems very eager to follow protocol."
"She does?" he asked with interest, and the teen champion blushed even heavier under his leering gaze. Especially as he was still naked, his cock flopping proudly near her face, only partially obstructed by her loose hair.
"She does," his third-in-command confirmed, sitting back on the couch, and automatically, the girl scooting backward onto her waiting digits. "She's so well-trained. I think she's done this before."
Krillin kneeled down, reaching forward to tease her lips with his thumb. "Have you?"
She whimpered, looking up at him with bright, blue eyes through her hair. "Erasa," she whined. "My best friend. She helps me... take the edge off before I fight."
"Good style," he nodded approvingly. "We might need her down here with you. If you want some training, we need you to get past the first steps. But since you seem to be unable to get up from your knees..."
She wanted to lift her hands, but it felt like she was back in yochien (kindergarten), struggling to do a push-up for the first time. Her muscles strained, every part of her body beginning to ache, but the pleasure she was receiving became a very welcome distraction.
So she didn't hesitate when the pseudo-Saiyan's heaving cock was presented to her, and her tongue, one of the strongest muscles in the body donchaknow, slipped out to flutter against the bulbous tip.
"...Might as well make you useful until you can," he chuckled good-naturedly, brushing aside her hair and getting a flutter of big blue eyes in response, assuring him that she was consenting in this rapidly escalating debauchery.
He hadn't broken a sweat yet, and that was normal. It annoyed the hell out of his wife, though.
She tried so hard, and she was sure he appreciated her efforts, but his impossible stamina broke her so well, and while she didn't have a problem at all with that part, he was left so unfulfilled.
To her, anyway. He came in and around her and the girls, many times, but his body was always ready for another round, and that didn't make sense to the scientist.
Inviting strong, young, beautiful fighters to their island was a brilliant idea on her part (as per usual), but it was only a temporary solution. They could handle what she couldn't, and Videl was a perfect test subject for future participants in this trial and maybe a successful addition to the family, but she needed something more powerful, something more than human.
Her, Mai, Launch, Violet, Hasky, Suno, Arale, Ranfan, Maron, Princess Snake, her own mother, even Videl... just weren't enough.
But they would do... for now.
At least until she was ready to introduce the twin cyborgs.
Killing Gero and his heavy clown friend was easy, even after the virus killed Goku, but after wishing him back and being informed of King Kai's warning of other experiments, they liberated the lab and gifted it to Bulma.
Most of the cyborgs had been reprogrammed, cleaned out of spare parts (such as bombs), and released on a pseudo house arrest, protecting the world from threats under Violet's watchful eyes. Mostly of their own free will, though some (13, specifically) needed to be put down and completely rebooted, as 13 was a terrible machine, and a worse man.
The twin orphans, though. That was a different story.
A quick check of Gero's supercomputer informed her that they were kidnapped and held for decades, since before he joined the Red Ribbon Army, and kept in stasis until he found a use for them. Namely, killing Goku and Krillin, and after they proved to be non-responsive in his tests, their only real purpose was to fuel the cicada monster that grew in the tank in the basement.
She had plans for that thing, too, and as it was completely bio-mechanical, she could do whatever she wanted with it. The possibilities were limitless!
But set aside, for now. Their anniversary was coming up, and she needed to finish her current project.
The girl – 18, or rather, Lazuli – her breath shortened when Bulma openly admired her beauty on the examination table, caressing her cheek, and part of her wasn't expecting that reaction. Still plugged into a bunch of monitoring software, the blonde admitted that she hated her old life, and didn't care to go back. She just wanted to be with her brother. Seventeen agreed whole-heartedly.
And the three came to a compromise. Some more agreeable, others a bit more surprising than she would care to admit.
Apparently, human 17 - Lapis - had grown up in a time that couldn't accept him for what he was, or rather, what she wanted to be. That's why they had originally come to Gero, touted as an off-the-record surgeon, and had agreed on an operation, and got a completely different, non-consenting internal remodel. When Lazuli went in to pick up what she thought would be her new sister... well, the rest is history, and history worth forgetting.
Bulma shrugged away the disturbing memory, wishing she could ignore their wishes and delete the memories of Gero from their minds. Instead, she had granted her original wish, and they were almost ready. She just needed to add accelerated healing, some more durable organic parts, and serious internal waterproofing.
What could she have done? The smoking hot blonde was a closeted (and possibly incestual) nymphomaniac, and the cute black-haired one was a closeted homosexual cross-dresser born way before her time.
Krillin would love the gift, she was sure of it. And they would love their new career in life. Best of all, they had the choice, this time.
The Saiyan-born was getting stronger every day, and though she was sure she could at least take down Chi-Chi or Yajirobe in a spar, that wasn't saying much for his Saiyan durability. It was her fault, really, for introducing him to the carnal pleasures before he could truly use fighting to relieve his libido, as Goku had chosen. Krillin still fought and trained – The 'gym' being a simulated Room of Spirit and Time of her invention – but he could easily admit that one was a lot more fun than the other.
Bulma was a caring, and cunning wife. She'd give her hubby exactly the training he needed, in order to get stronger. To continue being the protector of Earth, the galaxy, and beyond.
While Videl was a drooling mess, laying flat on the floor and too weak to even move a finger, Mai was thrust against the couch, screaming incoherently as Krillin pounded into her ass with mechanical thrusts, counting his reps as he lifted her up and down on his cock. He soon realized his error, pulling her away from the couch she was clinging onto and started bouncing her up and down, nearly disconnecting her hungry, gaping pucker from his spear on every upstroke, only to slide back down with incredible precision, and Mai's eyes rolled to the back of her head. He hooked her legs on his arms as he folded her in half, resetting his count and starting again. The wall beside him began to display the number, and he shot his wife a grateful grin, always appreciating the little things she had done to support him.
The teen fighter clearly wasn't ready for his cock. Not yet, anyways. So, with a weary sigh, she removed her lab coat again, reaching for her best friend's heaving tits.
Oh, who was she kidding? She loved her life. She loved her husband, and she loved her girlfriend. And the more, the merrier, right?
From behind, she felt a small tongue slither up her ankle, along her leg, and push into her backdoor. 'Subject seems to be adjusting nicely. Should be ready to invite friend over by tomorrow.'
Right.
AN: Inspiration: "Y'know, it's too bad you don't have Saiyan Biology; at this point, you'd probably be unstoppable." - Trunks, DBZ Abridged, Episode 52: Flashpoint.
Yes, I can both quote it verbatim and know the episode number from memory. The title I had to look up. Fun fact - Each episode of TeamFourStar's DBZ Abridged has a title in the description.
I'm probably gonna end up writing more of this. I've got a whole backstory in my head for this story already, and I am so ready to give Krillin the life he deserves.
On Namek, Krillin made two out of three wishes before Vegeta and Freeza showed up, and Guru passes away. In this version, instead of trying for a hoagie, Krillin quickly relays to Little Green a better third wish, thinking he would be able to catch up with his over-powered friends, if only life factored in the power boosts (hacks) from his unfortunate history.
Instead, that wish reweaves the entire fabric of time, starting with meeting Bulma and Goku on the first journey, and Bulma (eventually) deciding that Krillin was worth a chance (replacing Yamcha) in the very beginning. Together, with Goku, they... well, you'll see. Maybe. Goku/Chi-Chi, Krillin/Bulma/Harem.
Published on rsficsdotcom on June 1, 2020 | Marked as complete, until I un-retire and decide to continue it.