A/N: This one is a long time coming. This is basically an alternate version of my Future 18 chapter(s). You can probably guess where this is going.
Future Krillin's will be referred to as F-Krililn, just to make things easier for me.
Spicy chapter.
Chapter 22: Future Krillin
What a fantastic day it was to be Krillin. It's a Saturday that he actually got to enjoy for himself! Not that he didn't love spending time with Marron, 18, or his friends, but everybody needs some rest and relaxation alone every now and again. His training is out of the way, no police work has to be done, there's no universal villain to be vanquished, and his family is off for the day. Something about Chichi wanting a girls day at Mt. Paozu. They went to Chichi's, Goten and Trunks went to Gohan's and that means Krillin got to stay home alone.
He's happy to say the least. A whole afternoon to himself! The things he can do today! Read, meditate, watch a baseball game, he can even go for a walk around the neighborhood if he really wants to! The possibilities are endless.
Coming down the stairs from his room, he got to work on lunch. He was fixing himself a sandwich, humming lightly. His smile is bright as he cuts it in half and steps out back to his patio, basking in the natural light beaming from the sun and the warm temperature that's outside.
"Perfect." The dad says as he takes a sip of his iced tea. Sitting down he dug into his lunch.
When your life is as crazy as the z-fighter's and company, you really have to enjoy the simple things.
"I might even get to take a nap today!" He said with a smile and a mouth full of bread. This isn't how he would imagine spending an afternoon alone when he was younger, but being a parent now it is very much ideal. Lazy days are the best.
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His lunch was entirely in his belly now and he was fully sprawled on his hammock. The dad is as happy as can be. BUT, things were soon about to be…off.
A normal person wouldn't be able to notice but with heightened senses you could tell something was happening. Krillin brings his body up and stares intensely into the sky. There were no ki readings, but there is a sudden drop in temperature, about five degrees give or take. The wind changes direction, just like with the climate it is seemingly out of nowhere.
"Calm down, this is probably nothing to worry about. Weather is weird after all." He tells himself.
It continues to get weirder. The cloudless sky draws in gray and white puffs from seemingly nowhere, they concentrate above his house and stay there. They start to make a circular motion, clockwise.
It's at this point Krillin gets up from his hammock, so much for his lazy day. He nervously gets a fighting stance ready, not for any real reason besides preparing for the worst. The clouds begin to spin faster and faster, even absorbing the light around the vicinity. The shapes descend into his backyard, right in front of him in the blink of an eye.
Krillin is taken back, but still standing his ground. There is still no ki to be sensed from whatever this is. That being said, he was still sweating bullets.
"HELLO?!" He blares at it?
There's no answer as the clouds and light's shape become more and more defined and spherical, quickly making a circular object that is touching the ground. You would not be able to tell this thing came from clouds as all of those features were lost. It was now a spinning black ball that was generating a ton of energy, even shooting out small lightning bolts from it.
The officer off duty shields his eyes with his forearm as dirt is likely to be wisped into them. At this rate he was going to have to do something about it, it might make an impact.
BUT, in an instant it stops generating any form of kinetic energy and loses all color. The sky and ground go back to looking like they were a minute ago and a bewildered Krillin moves his arm out of the way. Now, in the middle of his backyard is…well it's still a ball, some sort of ship to be exact. It has three stubby legs that it balanced on and a tiny window. It actually resembles the ship Nappa and Vegeta used all those years ago. That is the theory he is going with now, but if it is a saiyan then they know how to suppress their power.
He calls out to it again, trying to greet it, but still no response. He does however know he needs to take some sort of action if this is the worst case scenario. Flaring his ki to signal to other Earth defenders is the safest option.
The turtle hermit student gets in another stance as his body starts flaring an almost translucent aura.
He starts to power up and prepare for the potential enemy. But the instant his levels start to sky rocket, the pod opens up.
"WAIT! I DIDN'T COME HERE TO FIGHT!" A foriegn and muffled voice called out.
"Who are you!" Krillin yells back. He sounds familiar.
"This is a time machine! Allow me to come out and explain myself! I come in peace!" The familiar voice cried.
"Ok, come out slowly…with your hands up!" He is use to saying that line a lot.
The figure obliges, stepping out of the door emerges a man. Krillin's eyes go as wide as saucers and his mouth hangs open. The mysterious person was…him. It's a second Krillin.
The original, or at least original to this world, Krillin doesn't say anything. He is in a total state of shock.
New Krillin is the complete opposite. "Oh my Kami YES! It worked! Bulma is an absolute genius! This place looks fantastic and void of any catastrophic robots! Ok, I have to ask you some questions. First, did you guys defeat the androids? You must have! Who did it, how? Second, were you guys able to wish everyone back with Namekian Dragon Balls? Is there any way you could send Goku or Vegeta back with me for a short time? They have to be really really really strong now from all the time they spent with King Kai! Third, no fourth, Did you guys ever get senzu beans back? If so, HOW? Our sprouts died out and we don't have any more. Fifth-"
"Hey hey hey, Breathe!" Krillin interrupts himself.
"Sorry. I just, I…I got a lot going on. I'm sure you know how I feel."
"...How do I know you're really me, tell me something only I would know."
"Oh, umm." He ponders the question for a second. What is there to say? "I ran away from Orin Temple when I was only four. Is that enough?"
"Keep going."
"I uh, do you have a permanent scar on your chest, from Freiza?"
"Yeah…One more thing. Make it good."
"Hmm…when we were 12 and we found that stash of Master Roshi's stuff with Goku, then he-"
"OK OK OK, enough of that. I believe you."
The native fighter has a lot to process now. He was minding his own business then literally out of nowhere a version of himself time traveled to his exact location…what are the odds. But he remains calm, thanks to Trunks' visit many years ago he knows what this means. He has to be caring and as collaborative as possible. He can only imagine what the other him is going through right now. A post apocalypse caused by an evil version of his wife and brother-in-law. "Listen…Before I can tell you anything, tell me what z-fighters are still alive in your world."
"Just me, Gohan, Trunks, and Bulma. Well, Chichi and Roshi are still alive too, but they can't contribute much."
"Trunks is still young here, how old is he in your time?" Krillin has to watch his words very carefully, not to give too much information away.
"Um, about 13 or 14."
I see. Krillin thinks to himself. That means he is still from the future, but not as far from the future as Trunks was. Bulma must have made a prototype and Krillin…or I must have tried it first. That means that they still don't know how time travel works as far as multiple timelines go. Oh man this is hard. I can't tell him much or it will make another timeline, what if it already made a new timeline? But I also need to do something! But it doesn't matter because either way his time is already doomed, lending him a hand will just make more narratives and not actually help him.
"Hey." Future Krillin interrupts his inner monologue. "Can you answer my questions now?"
"My head hurts." The younger one says.
"What?"
"I mean uhhh, kind of. Listen, you've got to be starving, you don't have the privilege of eating whenever you feel like. How about I make you something while I answer them?"
"That sounds amazing. Thank you…thank me?"
Both look at each other and share a small laugh, despite the situation being so desperate and bizarre it wasn't the first for either of them. Not by a long of the same men retreat into the house behind them.
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"So, how did the androids get defeated?" F-Krillin asks again in between bites. He is really hungry.
"I assume you're talking about Android 17 and 18, the half human/half robots? Man this is weird, talking to myself."
"They aren't fully robots? Huh? But yeah, the twins. One is blonde and one has black hair. They are responsible for mass genocide. The Earth population keeps on dwindling because of them."
"How do I put this? They weren't and still aren't, exactly evil here. They messed us up pretty bad, but they didn't kill a single person. Then they just kinda minded their own business, hell they only attacked us in the first place because Vegeta was being a major ass. They did talk about killing Goku, but never even tried that hard to. Goku never even met one of them until we were mar–I mean until way down the line."
"Really?" The time traveler doesn't believe him. "They didn't kill a single person?"
"Something else must have happened, something neither of us or anyone could precisely pinpoint. Don't get me wrong, we thought they were bad when we first encountered them, but one thing led to another and we found out they were just normal people who were bored and vindictive of Dr. Gero rather than anything else. Maybe going farther back in the past would…answer some questions. I'm really sorry Krillin, I wish I could help more. I can't imagine how bad things are at your home."
Future him takes a deep breath. "Things are terrible, as bad as they could be. But we still have hope. I'm sure we can fix things! Especially now that Bulma has a working time machine!" There is a pause. "So you guys co-exist with them now?"
"Y-you could say that. Think of it like Vegeta and Piccolo. Once enemies, now friends…just friends. Oh, that reminds me. I need to make a call. Here you go." Present Krillin made another sandwich for him, with some potato chips on the side. "You need the nutrients."
"Thank you. I'm glad I'm still a stand up guy."
"Hahahaha! Of Course, be right back."
18 doesn''t need to be drawn into this, but he needs to warn her not to bring Marron home. Her being so young, seeing two versions of his dad would probably freak her out. Best prevent it at all costs.
Dialing the number and putting the phone to his ear, his wife answered it quickly. "Hey babe…Having fun?...Oh cool…I'm calling to just tell you, do not bring Marron home yet…Something uh, came up…no you don't need to come check on me, I just don't think she needs to see what happened here…No I'm fine it's just that….NO I DON"T NEED YOUR PROTECTION FROM SOMETHING…Stop joking around…No don't come…And you hung up. This is going to be bad."
The husband annoyingly hangs up the phone and meets himself back in the kitchen. He looks at Future Krillin's plate, it's empty. The sandwich and the chips are gone, but that's not the real concern.
"What the…why…what is wrong with you, with me?" He appears mortified while staring at something.
"Huh? What do you mean?..." Younger Krillin looks at what he is. "Oh…yeah about that."
"YOU MARRIED ONE OF THEM!? AND HAD A KID?!"
He is staring at one of their family portraits hanging on the wall. Oops. "Calm down. Like I told you, they are different people entirely. That picture explains it! She is a fantastic mother, I got plenty of other pictures around the house to prove it."
"I don't care! Thank you for the food, but I want to leave. My stomach is feeling nauseous. I can't believe myself. Signal Vegeta, Goku, Piccolo, or Gohan or someone strong to come with me so we can destroy them in the future! I'll bring them right back."
"N-no…I can't."
"Ok then you'll do. I read your ki when you were powering up. I think you'll be more than enough to take down those two monsters. Come on."
"I can't do that either. You still have to figure things out when it comes to time travel. Going back won't do anything. BUT, you guys can still change things. I know this."
"How?!" He raises his voice. "Why can't you tell me anything more! Or actually help me!"
"Because I can't! It will mess with your future and make things even worse! I'm sorry…I…I really wish I could help." A small tear goes down the man's face. "This just has to be the way it is, you guys have to figure out yourselves. I'd be happy to give you some more food, water, clothes, etc.. But that is the extent of how I can help. We just can't mess with the timeline anymore." His world will be gone once Goku Black shows up…shit…maybe, maybe I can just tell him to-
A door is heard opening, then shutting quickly. Sounds of shoes, sandals specifically, connecting to wood floors over and over again progressively getting louder.
"Oh yeah."
"Ok, Krillin. What did you d-...huh?" A feminen icy voice says. She is done walking and standing in the same room as the other two occupants. Very confused to say the least. Why are there two Krillins? At first she thought he did some kind of technique to copy himself, but that can't be it. One version of him is wearing an orange gi and the other is wearing a t-shirt and some gym shorts. Also the bodies didn't match. Heights were the same, but the casual clothes Krillin had some more bulk to him. Same things goes with hair, the Krillin she's now sure is hers had a thin layer of fuzz on his scalp. The other is completely bald.
"What the?" Her voice shows much more emotion this time.
"AHHHHH!" The gi wearer starts to freak out, being scared for his life. Despite the clear evidence of this 18 being much different, his fight or flight activates. Or in this case, fright.
"What the fuck is going on here Krillin…s?"
"Everyone just count to ten, and take a deep breath. Let me explain." The main Krillin tries to mediate, to the absolute disalarment of F-Krillin. His screaming continues and you can visually tell the amount of fear and anxiety that is being sent through his entire body. He slowly and sheepishly puts his hands up in an effort to defend himself, knowing retreat is not an option. To his dismay, his counterpart speed blitzes in front of him. "Hey, just remain calm. No one is going to attack you, just hear me out. You can trust yourself, right?" The other man clearly takes in his words and nods, why would he lie to himself?
"Okay. Let me start from the top." Krillin really does just that, explaining everything to the other him about his marriage with 18. Not downplaying at all about how much he loves and adores everything about her. From the first time they met on a mountain, to their precious daughter, and eventually getting a job as a cop so he can support both of them. Sure to leave off everything to do with Trunks, Cell, Buu, and anything else that he wouldn't know about. 18 picks up on this, assuming he does that for a specific reason. Next he explains to his wife why there are two of him in their kitchen. He tells her about the events that just transpired and who the mystery Krillin is exactly. Someone from the future where her and her brother slaughtered millions for no reason. He came back to the past to test Bulma's time machine and get any kind of information he could. With all the explanations taken care of, the room is filled with nothing but white noise.
"I see." 18 breaks the quiet minontiny after a minute or so. She adjusts her hair and quits playing with her lightning bolt necklace. She looks up from the ground and walks over to Krillin. But not her husband, F-Krillin. He is a little less terrified, but scared nonetheless, wondering what this blonde tormenter is about to do to him. His cold sweat is startled off of him when she gives him a warm hug, wrapping her arms around him and embracing him. It isn't much but it is all 18 can do to apologize for another her's actions. F-Krillin accepts it, resting his head on her shoulder as she tightens the hug.
"I'm sorry for everything. I know it isn't my fault, but I feel responsible." She speaks very smoothly. She bows her head to him and continues. "Feel free to say here tonight, I don't know what your sleeping conditions are like but we have a fresh bed and shower that you can gladly use."
"...Oh, ummm uh, no that's okay. I can shower pretty easily, bed's aren't hard to come by either. Food is the real issue. Th-thank you."
"Then feel free to take some food with you back."
F-Krillin can't believe it. This android, this woman, she really is nothing like her doppelganger. She wasn't cruel and full of malice, but kind and accepting. He just met her, but already he can tell how genuine she is with her mate. It probably extends to her friends as well. How? He didn't think he would be able to stomach her at all, but just those words alone calmed him down.
"What um, what is the little girl's name?"
"Our daughter?" The wife asks.
"Mmhmm."
"Her name is Marron. She is turning 9 in a couple of weeks."
"She looks beautiful. Is she…human?"
"Thank you and yes we had a natural childbirth. I'm only half robot you know. We were still surprised that I could get pregnant, we really don't know how it works." She peeks at her husband. "But we got lucky. She's truly special. We've never been able to have another."
"But we couldn't be happier." Her Krillin says. "Let's start preparing some food for you to take back, we can put it in a capsule for you."
"Yeah, thanks. And I think I know what to tell Bulma now."
"What?" The couple says in unison.
"The time machine in your backyard is a prototype, really I'm just lucky that I got to a substantially different time. When I get back she is gonna have to change some stuff around. Then I'm gonna go further back and save my friends before the androids even show up."
The duo stare into each other's eyes again…knowing that that…can't happen.
"Yep, I'm gonna tell them to prepare for the invasion and the z-fighters will surely be strong enough! And with them not being a threat, hopefully everything will be back to normal when I go back to the present! Haha, it's gotta work! I'm getting pumped just thinking about it."
*gulp* Krillin takes a loud swallow. It just hit him. F-Krillin is…is…he is going to die soon. He already knows that, but the realization of when. He'll be lucky to last another year in Trunk's timeline
Krillin feels awful. He turns his head to his wife. "Hey h-honey, can you help me look for the senzu beans upstairs. I wanna give him some."
"You know where th-"
"Honey, I'd like for you to help me." He says louder.
She didn't appreciate the attitude but Krillin was obviously insinuating something. "Ok, let's go."
"Thank you, be right back." He tells himself as the married couple retreat to the second story of their house and eventually their shared room.
"Do you really not know where the senzu beans are?" 18 asks with a skeptical look, and intentionally taunts him with her pale blue eyes.
"No, of course I know where those are. He pauses. "It's just…do you know what's gonna happen to him when he goes back."
"I have a guess."
Krillin goes from staring at her face, to the floor. He parks his rear on their bed. "I'm…I…We can't help him. There is another version of me standing in my kitchen, and I'm about to send him off to his death. But I literally can't do anything."
"Why not? Does it have to do with how timelines work?"
"Yeah…basically Future Trunks' and his timeline is sealed, helping out Future Krillin would just result in another line being created that he couldn't even go to. He is destined to die." The dad buries his head into his hands. 18 sees this and sits next to him. She rubs his back in big circles in an effort to comfort him. "And he obviously can't stay here."
"I'm the one who should be apologizing…I'm the one who ends up technically killing him."
"HEY! Don't say that! You shouldn't feel any obligation at all! You're nothing like the future you."
"I know…thanks to you." She whispers into his ear, kissing the top of it. The cyborg relishes in the bright red color it turns into. Krillin had told her what the other she did to him and all his friends when they were dating. She asked to be fair. Though she didn't expect that can of worms to be opened up when asking about what happened to the kid with the sword that looked like Bulma's son. She felt weird with herself when hearing the story, but ultimately knew that it wasn't who she was now and will ever be. And besides, it's not like she could fix it anyhow. Why worry about things you have no control over?
"By the way. I told Chichi that this was an emergency, Marron is safe with her." She rests her hand on her mate's leg. "It's not all bad, he will get to spend time with Goku and company on King Kai's planet for a while."
"Yeah, until it all gets erased…Thank you."
"Thank me?" His wife is taken back. "I didn't do anything."
"Thanks for coming, you being here alone helped babe. You always know how to calm me down…and spike my blood pressure." He gives a small grin before leaning in and claiming a soft kiss on her soft lips. Krillin decides to back off, but 18 doesn't let that happen. She wraps her arms around him and pries her tongue inside of his mouth. A quick kiss would not be tolerated after such an endearing compliment. Things last even longer than she intended but finally lets go of him.
"Geez 18. That was a little excessive." Krillin speaks up. He licks his lips, tasting some of her lip balm or chapstick that got on him.
"No it wasn't. So, what are we going to do?"
"About Future Krillin…I guess…nothing. I was gonna come up here with you to think out loud but, our hands are tied."
"Then let's go back down stairs, no need to stay up here anymore. Grab the senzu beans."
"C-can we wait a little longer."
"Why? Oh….Oh" 18 notices something before trying not to smile. It seems that kissing riled up someone else. Krillin's choice of shorts are comfortable but also his downfall in situations like this.
"Yeah yeah yeah. I can't help it."
"Should we alevi…hmm…"
"Babe? Something wrong?"
"I just got an idea…"
"What is it?"
"Hear me out. That's you down there, right?"
"...Yes."
"So I was wondering…"
Future Krillin is a bit distraught on why they are taking so long, but it was kind of interesting taking glimpses around the house. He sees more of their family portraits on the walls, they really do appear happy together. There were also some photos of people like Goku, Bulma, Chichi, Piccolo, and someone who must have been Gohan, those he enjoyed more. He was envious of his past self, but that just made him even more determined to fix everything.
"Who is this?" F-Krillin makes note of a picture of himself, 18, Gohan and a mystery girl. "Is that Gohan's wife? He did good, she is a real looker."
Another framed photo catches the time traveler's eyes, a picture of the twins. "So they were cyborgs this whole time…huh, I never would have imagined." He takes the picture off the wall and inspects it closely, Ir…-" He hears a pair of footsteps descending down to him. "Uh-oh." Quickly the bald house guest tries to put the frame back up but keeps failing, instead he just places it on a nearby shelf and starts to whistle a nonchalant tune that made things obvious that he was up to something.
"Hey." A woman's voice chimes. "Future husband, before you leave we have a proposition for you."
"Proposition, what…w-what is it?"
"First off, don't worry about the picture. I'll hang it back up later. I've been meaning to rearrange things anyways."
"Oh uhh yeah sorry about that. Heh heh." F-Krillin scratches the back of his head.
"Wow…"
"What?"
"Nothing, it's just. You really are another Krillin. I'm pretty sure he said that exact phrase today while scratching the back of his head."
"...What, n-n-no I didn't" Her husband defends himself.
"Yeah sure. But as I was saying, what the two of us want to propose is that we go upstairs and have a threesome."
"Hmm? I'm sorry I misheard you, could you say that again." F-Krillin's ears actually worked just fine a second ago, it's just that he is very convinced that she did not say what she just said.
"No, you heard me right. Let's go upstairs."
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FLASHBACK TO ABOUT 5 MINUTES AGO
"18, what would that accomplish!?" Krillin asked, still sitting next to his other half.
"It's your fault I thought of the idea." The blonde points to the clear boner he still has. "And wouldn't it be fun? For me, getting the chance to take on two of my husbands sounds enticing. For you, you'll get to try stuff on me you'd never gotten to before. I know there is the multi-form technique that you told me about…but in all honesty I don't think we're ready for that. This will be much more manageable for us, you might be an expert with my body but the other you would be a complete rookie."
She has some good points, Krillin has to admit that much. "...Ok, but this seems like a totally selfish reason! I don' thi-"
"Do you know how much he's suffered in the past couple of years, maybe even a decade? He could use something like this. A morale booster. He'd love it more than us!"
"You know, it sounds like you've been thinking about this for a long time…"
"I haven't, but this is presented to us on a golden platter. I think it will be fun. And as an added bonus I'll get to torment you all over again, you've been getting much more resilient than how you used to be." 18 smirks and fixes her hair, those pesky few strands getting in her eyes as they always do. "Can't share your wife with yourself?"
"Well that isn't the issue, it's me. It's basically like I am doing the multi-form technique, other than what you said about it earlier. I-uh…yeah…It could be fun and sexy for sure…I-I guess there is no harm in asking him."
"How about for the final cherry, you can do anything you want to me. Anything."
"Anything?" He asks quizzically. Her better half knows is playing right into her hands, but he is ok with it. His mind races a mile a minute. "Lead the way."
END OF FLASHBACK
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"Wait lady. Why would imeana, hummina, feaotew-" F-Krillin starts to speak in tongues.
"I think you broke him." Present Krillin says amongst the gibberish.
"Hey, hey…HEY" 18 screams to break him of his spell. When that doesn't work she swiftly brings her hand across his face in an effort to shut him up. It works, and leaves a red handprint on his cheek.
"18!" The husbando lashes at her. "Don't do that, just go to our bedroom now. I'll talk to myself for a second. We'll join you shortly."
18 nods with a smile that could kill. She goes back to the room where she just was.
"Ok listen," The two Krilln's are alone now. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to. I just know exactly how you are, and honestly this could probably help you. Not to mention that-"
"I'll do it."
"Uhh…great, but why the sudden change of heart."
"Your 18 is different, a lot different. She is nothing like the monster from my world. And you're me, obviously."
"Where is this going?"
"I can tell you two really want to try this out, I'll do you guys a favor. I can do that for good folk like myself and his other half. Plus…well uhhh, this might help me. You know what I've gone through. With the self confidence issues and the ptsd. Maybe some love making will help give me some motivation. Heck, I think I'll go back to the future as a new man! And yeah, 18 is pretty. Both of them."
Ofcourse, 18 can read him perfectly too…He is me after all. "Selfless as always, just as we should be. But I gotta warn you, 18 can go a little overboard. I'll help out with certain things."
"Alright, I appreciate it. Lead the way!" F-Krillin triumphs.
The walk back up the stairs was trivial for Krillin but very daunting for F-Krillin. He had never been with a woman before, the only thing even close to sensual he's done with another female is when he lived with Bulma on that spaceship for three months. With every stair he climbed, more and more what-ifs flooded his mind. He truthfully had no idea what to expect. Fear, anxiety, adrenaline, curiosity, these were just a couple of emotions that were occupying the space in his head.
Eventually they get to the master bedroom door and Krillin does the honors, opening the door and seeing his wife on the bed. F-Krillin…he uh…
*Thud*
F-Krillin eyes open, he doesn't have any recollection of shutting them.
"What happened?" He says outloud.
"You fainted, I have no idea why." A topless 18 responds. In fact the only thing she is wearing is a pair of spats. Her skirt that went over it and everything else was gone. "Don't worry about it. Come join us, we were just fooling around. You didn't miss much."
Future Krillin notices his past self, and how he too was down to just his underwear. Getting the queue, he joins them and starts to slowly undress. He can't believe he fainted just from seeing 18's breasts, but at least they weren't making a big deal about it. He expected them to be understanding and supportive, but the gesture is still welcome. They aren't even acknowledging him as he strips down, letting him take all the time he needs.
He is watching them though, already taking mental notes of what the other he is doing. Krillin was tenderly kissing 18's neck, savoring the taste of her pale skin. Using the advantage of 18 having nothing on her torso, he grasps one of her breasts and gropes the fat.
"~Mmm~" The cyborg moans through her lips, clearly liking the feeling.
Krillin isn't done there though. His mouth moves to the left, and starts to suck on a magic spot. The center of her throat is a place Krillin found when they were still dating; there have been many hickeys left there. There is no explanation for it, it just turns her body to mush for him.
The man only gets to work on her neck for a little bit until 18 shoos him away in a way that conveys she wants more rather than less. Krillin being the man he is, knows exactly what she means. His lips make a trip south, stopping to caress her collar bone, before arriving at one of her most sensitive spots. Krillin latches and starts to suck on 18's bright pink nipple. Her back arches as a response, shoving more of her chest into his face. The cyborg loves it, groaning into the air, but something is missing.
Her head shifts towards F-Krillin, nodding in an effort to swoon him over to them. He only got the top half of his gi and his navy blue undershirt off, his legs still being clad in garments. But it seems like that can wait.
Just like coming to this room, he moves sluggishly.
"C'mon! Don't keep a woman waiting!" She says as cold as ever. She is antsy at the feeling that is about to come still.
F-Krillin nods and picks up the pace, getting on the bed and walking on his knees closer to her until he is right up next to her. One problem transforms into the next as he now doesn't know what to do, he has a couple of ideas but what would be best? His other version comes in for the rescue, momentarily groping 18's other boob. This signals him. He sloppily gets down on the blonde, lacking any sort of grace, and moves Krillin's hand out of the way. He dives his head down and latches his mouth on the second nipple, sucking harshly with no regard.
~NIIHAAAA, Ah!~'' 18 screams instantaneously. She has never felt this before, both nipples being sucked on at once. It's exactly how she expected, feeling twice as satisfying as it normally does. F-Krillin is sucking it harder than she would like, but whatever. The sensation is marvelous. Her Krillin picks up on this and with a free hand, he snakes a hand downward from her navel to the outside of her sex. Rubbing her pussy through her skin tight spats, he could already tell it's moistening.
Since she's loving it so much, they found no need to stop. The married man is the more brazen of the two, that should go without saying. His palm that was closer to her uses her body as a playground. He caresses her stomach, her leg, and even puts his thumb in her mouth for her to suck on. Her teat never ceases being pleasured, even grinding the delicate doughy flesh with his teeth. F-Krillin's mouth is just as effective but his inexperience is already showing. His method is poor and ignorant. He's on the borderline of causing her pain. There's most likely going to be a deep purple hickey on her right tit. In his mind however, he's doing a good job. 18 thought so too. Her back is arching so much that the men have to sit up to keep going. If this is just the prelude, then things are going much better than she had expected.
"~Ok, ok. Ahhhh! That's enough guys!~" 18, despite how much she is loving this, gets them off of her. "That was good, you two deserve some compensation."
"Are you sure honey?" Krillin gives her perfect globes one more squeeze before abiding. "We don't mind keeping on going. You scared you were getting too riled up too fast?"
"No, I just want to move forward. That and my right nipple was going numb…" She eyes F-Krillin while changing position.
"S-Sorry."
"It's ok, it can't be helped." She shrugs her shoulders. "It still did a number to me. Now you two know what to do. My turn."
Her husband got right to it. His boxers were off quickly and his large member is out and ready to be glorified by his partner. 18 licks her lip and grabs the exposed cock, shimmying her hand back and forth on it. It isn't all the way hard yet and she is going to fix that.
With her left hand on her husband's cock, she is ready to do the same thing with his clone. Unfortunately…
"Are you ok?" Krillin asks. Future him still had his pants on for some reason.
"Yeah…it's just. I don't know what I'm doing…I'm sure you can tell."
"Pfft. We know '' 18 says with a sarcastic tone. She shouldn't be surprised that this brand of Krillin also worried too much about trivial matters. "That is why we wanted to do this. So just take our lead, it will be fine."
F-Krillin doesn't say anything. He believes everything the kind cyborg says, but he still can't help being nervous. With another loud gulp, he unties the knot around his gi and pushes them down to his ankles. His underwear followed shortly after.
18 sees it, answering the question as soon as she entertains the idea of this faithful threesome. He's just as big.
"See," Her cold hand grabs his cock the same as his counterpart. It becomes harder at a much faster incline. "You're big. It could be a lot worse. You'll do great."
"R-really? You think so?"
"Yes, and I say we rip off this band-aid."
"Huh?"
18 couldn't hide the amusement in her voice. With his cock already at his maximum solidity, she might as well put it to work. A handjob is nice but he's felt a hand around his penis before, he needs something more special.
"How long honey? I give him…around half a minute." She says.
Krillin processes what that means… "Oh babe, maybe you are evil."
With a devilish glare in her eye, her mouth opens up and engulfs F-Krillin's cock. Looks like he was telling the truth about being able to bathe easily enough, his dick appears and tastes clean. It's identical to her husband's.
Which meant a couple things, most crucially…the poor guy doesn't stand a chance.
18 had been learning the ins and outs of this body and this penis for so long. She knew exactly what he would respond to best, things he didn't know about himself. To test and see if he would react the same she tried something she found out back when still on Kame Island. Her mouth's weapon covered the head of his cock, lathering it with her saliva. During this she finds what she's looking for, and gently prods a part of her tongue inside the defenseless man's small hole.
"~ArGhhhGhhh HMPHH!~" He groans loudly. Precum shoots out from his tip, almost immediately from that furor.
Jackpot.
18 goes pure savage mode, showing no mercy with this blowjob. Her mouth encompsses him, just to pull back and repeat the process. Deep throating almost every inch until his moans get loud and unnatural. When that happens she switches modes. Taking all of him out of her gullet except the end. She slurps and laps his tip while jerking the shaft off. She makes sure to look up at him too, making eye contact with cheeks that are caved in. All of this she knows he would love.
Again. He didn't stand a chance.
"~ARGGG I CAN'T! FUCK!~"
18 pulls him out of her mouth but keeps doing long and quick strokes, using her saliva as a fantastic source of lube. F-Krillin fires out, what is sure to be the first of many loads, onto her chest. Thick ropes make a loud noise as they make contact. He was clearly backed up.
"Told ya." She chuckles at the other Krillin, still handling both love sticks.
"Wow…Seeing that from a different angle is…weird. I say you let him get some payback."
"Good thinking. Future husband, are you ok?"
"Ye…yeah…PHEW." He is out of breath. "Holy Kami, that was amazing. Sorry I-"
"Could you pass over some of those tissues?" She points to their bed side table. "And don't apologize for anything else."
After wiping all of F-Krillin's secretions, 18 gets prepared for what's to come next. Back straight, leaning on the headboard. Krillin stands next to her, his rod near her face. Before 18 can give him his turn inside her mouth, she needs their third member to join.
"Come get these spats off me." 18 barks out.
The virgin had never heard the scorn of a horny woman before, it sounds terrifying. Before she was nice but now she is in demand. He has no time to even think about being embarrassed for cumming so fast, it's in his best interest to not keep her waiting a millisecond longer. So he does what he was told and takes those spats off. He grips the polyester and rips open a split, showing her blue lacey panies.
"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!" She snaps. "You ruined a perfectly good pair of clothing!"
"I'm s-sorry, I-I just thought you guys did this all the time? Like rip off clothes to get to the sex faster."
"No, not really. Only during extreme circumstances. Ruining 18's apparel is a death wish. But you didn't know so it's not a big deal. They were only a pair of spats. Nothing serious, right 18?" Krillin mediates again.
"Speak for yourself…but since you made this hole we might as well use it." 18 moves her underwear to the side, and without skipping a beat puts her hand behind F-Krillin's head. She forces his face down to her damp entrance. Hoping he knows what to do, if things are repeating like they have in the past then F-Krillin's advantage of living with a pervert will help out. There was a lot of source material on that island…before 18 threw most of it out.
"~Mmm. Just like that.~" She praises his solid tongue work. Krillin could eat pussy like a champ from day one, 18 is glad to see nothing has changed.
"Now, Honey-" Her z-warrior leans forward, shoving his wood directly on her lips. Begging for her to start orally pleasuring him. "Thank you." She accepts the request gladly.
As she starts to blow her husband's thick stiffness, he pulls her locks back so she doesn't have to worry about getting any grime on the cornsilk threads. Such a loving husband.
Krillin was kind of taken aback from how much 18 was getting into it. He couldn't tell if she was hamming it up for their guest or if she genuinely was loving two sets of himself in the bedroom. If it was the latter, he can't blame her. Krillin knows he is irresistible already, multiply that by two and there is no escape.
"I think you've been fantasizing about this babe. You must have been planning for this ever since I told you that I could use the multi-form technique."
She doesn't say anything, her mouth being stuffed and all, to communicate she looks up at him and gives him a wink. Because he is absolutely right. Any faithful and loving spouse would go crazy for two versions of their significant other. The only difference between today being that she was on easy mode with F-Krillin.
"~MmmPhhh!~ The mom's whimpers are silenced by Krillin's meat as she feels F-Krillin going in deeper and deeper with his tongue. It's getting harder to perform the task at hand, what with how on fire her body is.
Picking up on this, Krillin puts his hand on top of 18's head and starts moving on his own. She doesn't have to worry about bobbing her head as he starts to lightly thrust inside mouth. Not too hard, as everyone is still getting warmed up after all.
She grips F-Krillin's scalp harder so he doesn't dare stop..
Things are going great.
Not as intense as I thought. 18 thinks to herself. Still feels so good! Her husband's cock glides over her tongue back and forth, lightly. Speaking of tongues, F-Krillin has transitioned from inside 18's cave to on her precious bead. His mouth worships the small pearl and gives it the affection it desires.
"~MmmmMmmMphhHHH!~" Perhaps she spoke too soon.
The one being serviced with an absolutely wonderful blowjob picks up the muffled cries of satisfaction, halting his hips and moving them outward. Leaving his wife's mouth empty. She lifts one eyebrow up as Krillin readjusts her silk strands back to how she normally sports it..
"I just got an idea. I think you'll love it." Goku's best friend states.
She says nothing as he picks her up, stopping F-Krillin in the process, and sets her standing. He makes her spread her legs a bit, now she is in the perfect position for what's in store.
18 is intrigued by her husband's silent proposition, only guessing what is going to happen next.
"Resume what you were doing, Future me."
"Uhhh." He hums then nods. Hesitantly, the bald z-fighter connects his mouth back on to 18's entrance, picking up where he left off. Lapping up the new wetness that protruded then going back to her sensitive nub.
"~Niiiihhh! That's it! Right there!~" She encourages him. She is ready for that, but what happens next…
Krillin situates himself behind his wife, smirking like a kid who just got away with a devious prank. *RIP* He makes the rip in her spats even bigger. His hands grab both of 18's sultry cheeks and spread them apart, enough to seek out what he is looking for. WIth it in sight, he copies the other Krillin and slips his tongue into a hole. 18's back hole in particular.
"~Oh My-Ahhhh!~" 18 is clearly shocked, she did not see this coming. If having two mouths latched to her nipples was a spine tingling sensation then this was making her entire skeleton shivver.
"~YES YES YES!~" The good wife approves promptly. She places a corresponding hand on each of their heads, mainly so she didn't fall over.
The two tongues work in tandem and on their own accord at the same time. Clanking chins don't slow them down whatsoever. It doesn't matter how the pink tools of womanly destruction wiggle or turn inside each entrance, just their presence at the same time is too demanding.
18 doesn't breath, trying so hard to not cum and hold on to the foreign ardor.
She clasps the pre-climax feeling as long as humanly possible, but eventually she gives out. Airing out her lungs as her pussy clamps down, self-produced lubricant travels throughout her tunnel. Nothing is in there when it shows up but rest assured it will be used in the very near future. Krillin removes his head first from her spatted covered area, F-Krillin shortly follows. They both bask in all her beauty of just having had her first ever orgasm caused by more than one person, and still the same person at that.
"Phew…that was great..." She says after regaining her composure.
Krillin gives her ass a spank, agreeing with her statement. "I think it's time we get these off properly."
"I couldn't agree more, just give me one second boys." 18 jumps off the bed and heads into their walk-in closet, shutting the door behind.
"Where is she going?" F-Krillin asks.
Krillin shrugs his shoulders in response. If her husband had to assume, the real reason she left was to give F-Krillin some time to decompress. A breather in other words.
"Is she always so snarky?" He asks. "She seems so…playful."
"Around Marron and I, yeah. She is completely open. Our friends, they sort of get that. Other people not so much. Most strangers think she's an ice queen, or a bitch, but she doesn't care about them. She is just selective on who she wants to interact with. The Chestnuts get Lazuli, the rest of the world just get 18. That's just how she is."
"What's Lazuli?"
"Oh…uh, don't worry about it."
A creaking door opens, behind it 18 stands. Her spats gone, replaced are a pair of white stockings that go up to the upper part of her thighs.
The two guys don't have time to acknowledge how sexy she is as she is already strutting over back to the bed. "I remembered I haven't worn these in a while and thought, why not? Plus I think Future Krillin would like them."
"He's not the only one babe!" Krillin pipes in, he starts rubbing her body as he sees fit. 18 loves it, as she always does, but shoves him off. She has to prepare herself for what's to come. The lovely vixen gets on her hands and knees, with her bottom facing towards F-Krillin. She wiggles it seductively at him, daring him to come show her what he is made of.
Her spouse would have loved to take the offer for him, but this was for him after all so he had a feeling his talents needed to go elsewhere. His cock found itself in front of 18's mouth again, 18 quickly shoved back inside as Krillin got to lightly humping forward. Keeping things tame for now.
18 had to make sure the hard headed individual got the memo, so she takes a hand and spreads her labia for him. Showing off her soaking wet pussy and how bad she needs one of her husband's cock rammed in there.
With what seemed to be F-Krillin's millionth harsh gulp of the day, he walks forward. Staring at the wet womanhood. A bead of sweat drips down his forehead. Don't be mistaken, he does want this. It's just that the whole situation is intimidating.
He grabs his penis, and slowly, SLOWLY guides it closer and closer to 18's wet entrance. A million questions cross his mind, but in an effort to not look any more pathetic than he already does he leans forward and jams his entire rod into 18.
"~MMMMM!~" She wasn't expecting that at all. And neither was Krillin, he was prepared to tell him to take his time and other things he doesn't need all that now. F-Krillin does look to his other self, but Krillin just mouths the word 'go'.
Back to F-Krillin, the feeling of his first ever woman is…indescribable. He always wondered what this moment would feel like, but nothing could have prepared him from how tight she is. Especially not all that porn he grew up around.
Her muscles clench down on him as soon as he enters inside. The wet hold makes him feel like he is going to cum instantly again.
18, despite being caught off guard, waits patiently. Krillin's size used to be a bit of an issue. During the first couple of years of their relationship the beginning of intercoarse always had some pain associated with it. Over time though, her body adjusted. Now her husband fits like a glove and sex skips right to the best part. This means that F-Krillin doesn't have to worry the same as Krillin did during his first time.
After some more awkward moments of waiting and melting to the sensation of her sopping ridges, he remembers he has to move his hips. Drawing his body back until he sees all of his shaft, he plunges it all back in.
"~MMMMMMM!~"
F-Krillin, satisfied with how it felt and 18's reaction, is confident in himself and that that is what she wants.
He mimics the same action and tries entering her womb.
"~MMMMMM~"
Going for a third time, he does the same thing-
"Stop!" Krillin, still pumping his cock into his wife's face. "Do it like I'm doing. Big thrusts like that aren't very good. Faster, shorter, and find a rhythm."
F-Krillin's face turns red. "O-okay, yeah." He should have known better, but his nerves got the best of him again. Taking his own advice, he starts to do less intense yet quicker thrusts.
"~OH Kami! Shit!~" He sees why it's so much better.
He tries to keep a rhythm and pace himself like suggested, but things are too awesome. His hands travel to 18's hips and grips them, then starts pounding into her pussy as fast as he can.
18 loves it, her body spawns juices so he can go even faster. But she knows what's gonna happen. Soon he will become more sporadic and then cum before a minute. But hey, what are you gonna do?
"~YES YES YES!~" He howls, even smacking her butt while he does so. He never would imagine raw sex felt THIS amazing. Just as 18 predicts, in a short amount of time his movement becomes sloppy and out of tempo. His sporadic hips stay swift but the stabs to her core aren't as prevalent.
In contrast, the Krillin in her mouth keeps his dick in uniform. Gliding his cock over her tongue at a comfortable pace. On occasion he takes it out to give her a break, or buries her face into his crotch for a quick deep throat. With a much less fast start, his orgasm isn't even close to coming out. Unlike…
"~GRRRRR~" F-Krillin grits through his teeth. With one final burst of speed, he spears himself into 18's tunnel a few more times. "~FUCK! I'M CUMMING!~" There is only one place he can plausibly finish; his pull out game is nonexistent. His second climax rockets out of his cock and lands mostly in the middle of her canal. The occupier is panting, but on top of the world right now. Him popping his cherry isn't as sentimental or heartwarming as Krillin's was, but that's fine. DIfferent circumstances require different methods.
Without a second thought, his still hard cock starts to move again. And it wasn't simply just making an exit. It delves deeper than back, starting up an encore. He doesn't have a choice, he NEEDS to go again. Without exiting, he starts jackhammering his dick like he didn't even cum.
18 is surprised, but with only her eyes. She has to admit she didn't see this coming. The hard cock in her mouth silences her real reaction. Her g-spot being covered in his oil as he keeps going is making her increasingly wet. Much more than last time.
Her present husband doesn't let up though, he ups his velocity. His balls start to smack her chin over and over again, making sure his rod is in her throat more than just in her mouth. He knows she can take it. Despite her watering eyes, she could easily push him away from her. But no, she is loving this.
But of the three, no one came close to F-Krillin's enjoyment. His eyes don't blink at all, he just stares down at the point of insertion with his tongue hanging out. With 18's abundant secretions as well as his previous load, he is going as fast as he was the first time. Showing no remorse to the woman's most sensitive spot.
His technique, if you can even call it that, starts to fade again and his third load arrives closer and closer to its exit. F-Krillin lets out one more inaudible moan and stops humping all together. His grip on the blonde's ass tightens harshly as her tunnel massages his cock, shooting string after string into her for the second time.
On queue of his last drop being forced out of him, he falls out of her and onto his back. Eyes shut and penis softened. A triumphant smile, with a drizzle of drool coming out of it. Truly one of the best days of his life.
Krillin, eyes what transpired and removes himself from his wife's mouth. It was time for a change in position.
"Hmph, I was close to cumming. If only he could have lasted a little longer. Oh well, no biggie. Pass me some more of those tissues please , and we should probably get him a senzu when he wakes up." 18 orders.
"Alright, but I really need to have some of my fun still." Krillin talks back.
"Is your wife's mouth not enough?" She teases.
"In this case, no. But um, do you mind if I…you know."
"Yeah, I figured you would ask that after he came inside the first time. I'll let you, just be gentle."
"Sure thing babe!" Krillin says, passing her a handful of thin sheets of cotton.
-To be Continued-