Oookay…

Time for another chapter. I was quite proud of the last one, by the way. Especially the title! Heh. Anyway, I promised another chapter soon, and even told what it was gonna contain to some people, so here it is. Oh, and the little kiddies may want to leave right about now, as this chapter will take a slightly more mature slant. Oh, don't look at me like that! It's not like I'm writing about out and out sex! Geeze, I wouldn't stoop to that form of comedy. Suffice it to say that this involves a situation with Krillin, 18, Roshi and Oolong. I'd give it a T rating. That should say it all. Onward!

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Krillin and 18 began to stumble up the stairs to their bedroom. They'd been training all day, and suffice it to say they were both quite sore. Once inside, Krillin locked the door and plopped down on the bed with his wife, who was currently rubbing an apparently sore shoulder.

"Hey babe, you okay?"

18 winced and looked over at him. "Do I LOOK okay?"

Krillin smiled lightly at her. "Well, I guess I'll just have to fix that," he said as he raised himself onto his knees…

"What're you doing?" she asked as he began to move behind her. He gently took a shoulder in each hand.

"Just relax." He slowly began to rub her shoulders, earning himself a soft moan.

"See?" he said, a smirk appearing on his face. "I told you I could fix it."

She began to moan louder. "Oh, Krillin… don't stop. Go harder…"

The two suddenly stopped what they were doing as they heard a tirade of perverse giggles coming from the other side of their door. 18 scowled and started to get off the bed to put the two through thru the wall for the fifth time that week, but was stopped by her husbands hand as he gently pulled her back onto the bed.

Ordinarily, he wouldn't have stopped her; in fact, if she hadn't he'd have been inclined to himself. But this time, he figured a way to get those two perverts back good. "I've got an idea. Just keep it up."

18 looked at her husband and smiled at the mischievous gleam in his eye. She turned back toward the door and resumed her moaning, letting out an occasional yelp for good measure as Krillin crept quietly over to the dresser. Avoiding the rather extreme temptation to sit and listen himself, he removed his weapon of choice: an air horn.

Slowly, making certain he made no sound, he reached the door and placed a hand upon the knob, waiting for just the right moment to open the door; and, he admitted to himself, to listen. Hey, why not? It was HIS wife, he was allowed. Finally, deciding that the two on the other side were prepped enough, he flung the door open and stuck the horn's nozzle right in their ears as he depressed the button. Roshi and Oolong screamed louder than Krillin had ever heard them scream before as the loud, piercing whine deafened them. By the time Krillin released the button, the pig and the old man were out cold.

Looking down at the two and seeing the terrified looks frozen on their faces, Krillin couldn't help laughing. Until, that is, he realized that the moans were still coming from the bedroom. He stepped in to see his wife leaning back on her elbows, biting her lip as she gave one final moan before looking at her husband.

"So, how long are they gonna be out?" she asked.

Krillin swallowed hard, trying his best to hide the fact that he was blushing… amongst other things. "Uh… about th-three hours…"

18 smiled at him and beckoned him over to her with her index finger. "Hmm… that MIGHT give us just enough time."

Krillin smiled as he walked over to the bed. He took one last look at the air horn in his hands before he dropped it on the floor. "Man, I am definitely keeping that thing around!"

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What'd you think? Funny? No? Let me know. Oh, and that's about as explicit as I'm gonna be getting in any of my stories, so if anyone ever expects lemon material from me, don't bother. I couldn't write one to save my life, even if I wanted to. Besides, writing that was awkward enough! Anyways, REVIEW! PLEASE?! IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TOMMOROW! CONSIDER IT A GIFT!