A/N: This is going to be a bit different. K18 is going to be sharing this chapter with another couple. I wouldn't normally do this but this is a request from Sky-Kaiser. (If anyone has any requests, dm me or leave a comment). They pitched it to me and I liked the sound of it and now I'm going to do my best to write it out. Post Cell/Pre Buu, let's say they have been dating for over a year at this point. (There is no threesome in this fic)

Chapter 7: Peeping Toms

Yamcha was super excited while he was on his way to Kame House. He didn't even notice the beautiful orange evening sky during his flight. The only thing he could think about was hanging out with his buddy Krillin. What made it even better is that 18 wasn't gonna be there. Yamcha didn't mind her really, the worst he could say about her personally is that she scared him a little. The only apparent problem he had with the blonde cyborg was that whenever he wanted to hangout with his old training partner she was there, and he wasn't a big fan of that. The former bandit always felt like a third wheel when he was around them, and he never wanted to bring it up. Krillin has had a very hard life and he deserved to be happy, and the ex monk was extremely happy with his girlfriend. So Yamcha never had a conversation with him about it, he felt like it was something a bad friend would do. Not to mention he is kind of jealous that he had such a healthy and personal connection with someone and he didn't want it coming off like that.

He's had problems with his love life ever since Bulma.

The reason he cared for Krillin so much is that other than Puar he was his last true friend. Goku was dead, Bulma touchy, and Tien was gone. Sure he had his baseball team and that he considered friends but the bond he had with the "Earth's Defense Force" was special to him, but that group was dwindling. Speaking of Krillin he had finally touched down on the sand and met up with the newly haired man.

"KRILLIN! What's up man? I like the fuzz on your head!" He greeted his friend.

The mentioned man was filling a grill with charcoal and had a hetap err uh, had a beer in his hand.

"Hey Yamcha, glad you could come over! And yeah, the hair was 18's idea haha." He greeted his long time friend. "You're cool with burgers right?"

"Yea burgers sound great. Got a beer for me?" Yamcha asked.

"In the cooler behind me." Krillin said, pointing around himself.

Yamcha grabbed the alcoholic beverage and stood next to the other man.

"Is our Master gonna be joining us today?" He asked Krillin.

"Nope, he is out gambling again. I wish him luck every time but he never does that well."

The old friends laughed after that comment and then started chatting up for a while.

It was all typical fair: Old times, baseball,...Cell…, and lastly, relationships.

"So Sports star, I know you have girls clawing all over you. Found 'the one' yet?" Krillin prodded the subject.

"Nah, I end up hooking up with a lot of hotties...but there's nothing there. I like it, don't get me wrong man, but it usually only lasts the night. Know what I mean?"

"No, I don't." Krillin had the actual opposite experience with his love life. He has only had one long term relationship. Well, then there was Maron. He didn't like thinking about her too much though.

"Oh...I'll put it like this." The baseball star said. "I would much rather have what you have with 18 then what I've got going on."

"You'll find someone Yamcha don't worry. There will be someone you connect with on a personal level." Krillin instructed him. "Like take 18 and I for example. I mean we both liked each other on the surface sure, but once we got to know each other we found out we have a lot in common."

"Oh yeah? How so?"

"Hmm, well for starters we have very similar upbringings. Both had really terrible childhoods, until an old man took us in. We both were abused, both had a brother we grew up with. Stuff like that."

"I see. Damn Krillin I never would have never seen that. When did you become such a ladies man?" He said, patting him on the back.

"He always has been, I just gave him his confidence." A cold feminene voice came out of nowhere.

Wait, don't tell me...Yamcha thought as he turned around. And then he saw her, 18.

The said woman walked up to Krillin and the two of them started conversing.

Yamcha didn't know what the two of them were saying, he was too lost in his own thoughts. He was too devastated. The long haired celebrity was really looking forward to hanging out with his buddy tonight without his girlfriend being there, but that wasn't going to happen now. But why?

"Yo, Krillin. I thought you said 18 was going to be at Bulma's?" He asked.

Although he asked Krillin, 18 was the one who answered.

"She had to cancel, Trunks got sick."

"OH! Yea sorry I forgot to tell you that Yamcha." Krillin declared. "You don't care, do you?"

"Pfff, not at all." He lied. "The more the merrier!"

18 came out to ask Krillin where an ingredient was, once the cyborg got the answer she wanted she retreated back into the beach house to finish making salad for them.

Yamcha's whole attitude changed, for Krillin's sake he kept up the charade that 18 being here didn't bother him.

Maybe she won't come out here and leave us be. Yamcha thought, optimistically. The two men continued catching up.

The former monk had just filled the Grill up with the patties and the meat started to sizzle. Not even 5 minutes later Yamcha's optimism was shattered.

The only woman on the island came outside again, grabbed a beer, and sat herself down on a lawn chair beside them. She crossed her legs and enjoyed the gorgeous ocean view.

"The salad's ready hun'." She informed Krillin, oh and Yamcha heard her too.

18 didn't mind Yamcha, he was just there. She did find it kind of insulting that he was terrified of her for so long, but if Krillin liked the ex-bandit then she could stomach him.

"Alright babe, these puppies will be done in about 10 minutes, then we can dig in!" He said with a little too much enthusiasm.

"Is all you ever think about is food?"

"Only that and you."

"Aww, you're so romantic….."

And what Yamcha had feared most had happened. He was now a third wheel for another time. The couple kept talking, barely including him in the conversation. He zoned them out while the depression sank in. He didn't really feel like staying anymore, and his consciousness refused to let him speak up about it.

Aw well, I guess once they date for a while longer things will hopefully go back to normal...He thought.

So the three of them ate and visited, but the momentum shifted to mainly Krillin and 18 talking to each other. Love is blinding apparently.

Yamcha really wanted to say how they were being bad hosts and how Krillin was being a lousy friend, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Krillin was truly happy, and he wasn't gonna mess with that.

After the three of them finished eating their meals Yamcha retired for the evening. Krillin was a little saddened by the news and tried to talk him into staying longer but he wasn't in the mood for hanging around any longer.

Now the former martial artist was forced to talk to himself on his flight back to luxurious home with only a full moon accompanying him.

(A/N: I'm assuming it's a nice house, we've never seen it but the dude has to be rich)

"Man, this is bullshit. I thought he would be able to see the signs but he is too love sick. I guess everyone is moving on with their lives, falling in love, having kids, and I'm just a loser...well I guess that's a big of an exaggeration. Maybe I'm just jealous."

After soaring through the air a little longer the flyer halted. His emotions were clear now, after having them marinate in the back of his mind. He realized what he was...he wasn't sad and he was more than jealous, he was angry and tonight was the final straw.

Krillin is probably the kindest guy he knows and he has done this unknowingly too many times now. He was gonna go tell him off. If that ruined their friendship so be it, it's time he knows what he has been doing.

Yamcha u-turned and bolted through the air back to the pink house in the middle of nowhere. He was sure Krillin would be outside waiting for him, no doubt picking up this the flaring ki approaching.

Once the earthling saw the patch of land he touched down for the second time tonight. He saw no one was outside and grew a little concerned.

Did they leave? No way, probably just inside waiting for me to walk in. Yamcha thought.

He walked up to the door with confidence. He reached for the knob, he was going to barge and tell Krillin the truth he had to hear. His hand grabbed the latch, but it stood still. He could not twist the metal contraption for what he heard froze any movement he planned on performing.

Yamcha could have sworn he heard a woman's moan, and he had a feeling he knew what it was from.

He was in disbelief, there is no way they were doing THAT.

That would be insane. No no no, 18 must have stubbed her toe or something. He thought.

Yamcha was hoping for the sake of his own pride that as soon as he left the island the couple didn't decide to immediately start getting it on. Did Krillin not see how insulting that would be?

Yamcha's gears started to turn. Wait...doesn't the old man have the blinds up on the window next to tv because he likes the view? Yeah, I remember he used to, I bet he still does.

Remembering that bit of information, Yamcha rounded the corner of the house. Walking to the light that emitted from the side of the home, and sure enough the blinds weren't visible. He slowly tip-toed up to the window, and the mystery of the moaning was answered. His jaw fell open from what he saw.

18 was on the couch, she still had her shirt on but under her torso was completely bare. Her legs were spread open, but Yamcha couldn't see in between them. That's because Krillin's head was censoring it for him.

That's right, the wolf man had stumbled in on Krillin going down on his girlfriend. The shorter man's method proved to be satisfactory. 18's eyes were clenched tight and her mouth was producing small adorable moans. The final sign was that her hand was on the back of Krillin's head, making sure that he wouldn't dare stop his actions.

Yamcha had to make himself stop looking, if he was caught 18 would be sure to kill him, so he quickly ducked under the window. Even though he couldn't see anything, he definitely could still hear her.

"Fuck, Krillin...right there."

"Yea, just like that baby!"

"~Ah, Ah, OH YES.~"

"FASTER!"

"~FUCK! AH AH AH, Mmmmm!~"

Yamcha was a little impressed with Krillin, but he was more upset than anything.

He knew he had moved on and he didn't need Yamcha anymore, at least for now. Being defeated for a second time he decided to leave. He didn't need to linger any longer, he was no pervert.

Unfortunately for the guy he didn't notice the little buddy that had crawled up next to him. A small hermit crab shimmied over to his hand, instinctively the creature pinched one of his fingers thinking it was food.

"Ow!" Yamcha shouted...Uh oh

Back inside Krillin had just taken his mouth off of his girlfriend , basking in the view of his post orgasm lover.

18 recovered, she stood up and grabbed Krillin and pulled him into a deep kiss. Not only could she taste his lips but she could taste her own release. The mixture didn't taste half bad and she cou- "Ow."

"What was that?" 18 asked, backing off of Krillin.

"What was what? Krillin asked.

"I heard something."

"Like what"

"I don't know…"

The pantless woman walked over to the window next to their TV. She looked around and didn't see anything.

She couldn't see Yamcha. He was under the pink house, his hand covering his mouth and his ki was dialed all the way down to zero.

18 closed the blinds then went over to the front window. The bigger window's blinds were down. She twisted them and looked through the crack. Again, her attempt to find someone failed.

"I swear to God if anyone is around here I'll kill them!" She said intensely, "Do you think Yamcha is trying to watch us?"

"Hey! Yamcha would never do something that shallow! He has dignity and wouldn't betray me like that. I'm sure it was just Turtle, that is the only ki I can sense right now.

"Yeah...Yeah you're probably right. Now, where were we…"

Yamcha felt a wave of relief, he didn't get caught. Also hearing his buddy stand up for him boosted his ego. But the fact still stood.

I gotta hurry up and go, I'll just call Krillin tomorrow. He thought to himself.

"Ahhh fuck, 18. You feel... so fucking good."

"Mmm, move those hips handsome!"

"Whatever you say, Agh, Lazuli"

"Oooh, shit! Yes!"

I realllllly gotta get out of here!

But Unfortunately, Yamcha's luck was terrible today.

Out of seemingly nowhere he saw an air car emerge from the corner of his eye, it quietly landed in front of the house.

Yamcha had decided to get comfortable laying down under Kame House...he wasn't risking whoever was in that vehicle to see him, it would make the night even worse.

The car door opened and revealed the secret rider.

Wait, isn't that...Maron?

It is indeed her.

Yamcha remembered the Bulma look alike. She was, for a lack of better term, a shitty person. She basically abused Krillin and gave him nothing in return. She even flirted with Yamcha when Krillin wasn't around. He couldn't believe how shallow she was.

What on Earth is she doing here? He mentally asked himself.

Yamcha didn't know the answer, but she was here to turn over a new leaf. She capsuled her air car and tucked it away into her purse. She was here to apologize to the only man who had ever been good to her. The bluenette realized she had treated him terribly way too long after she had left him, but she was going to fix that.

Before she moved she had to motivate herself.

"Ok Maron," She talked like no one else was around. "You're gonna go over and knock on the door, and once Krillin opens it you are gonna apologize to him. Saying how you're sorry and back then you were just a gold digger...but you've changed. And now you've see that Krillin was the only person who treated you like a woman and not like a walking sex machine. Yeah, and after he accepts your apology you're gonna offer to take him out on a date and YOU'RE the one that is gonna pay! Yeah, this will go perfectly."

The blue bombshell enacted the first part of her master plan, marching over to the front door. As soon as she stepped on to the porch she ran into the exact same issue as Yamcha. She heard something that caught her off guard. It sounded like people were having a good time inside, a really good time.

I know that isn't Krillin, it can't be. She convinced herself.

She looked over to her left, she noticed that someone left the blinds cracked open a bit. She could probably take a look inside, just to check and see if Krillin was involved. It would be more rude to interrupt them anyways.

She shimmied over to the window and peeked inside, she knew what she was walking into but she was still surprised at what she witnessed.

Through the window was a pair making love.

She saw a shoulder hair length blonde woman's back. The woman was bouncing up and down on a man's lap. The woman seemed to be very much in shape, you could tell she worked out or something. Maron's eyes wandered lower, she took note of the woman's ass. Despite her able-body, Maron had to admit her bottom was very attractive. Much like her back you could tell her glutes were muscular too, but she also had some admirable curves. Any man would be lucky to have a girl with an ass like that. Her bottom shook every time she sprang up, it shook in the opposite direction once it was slammed back down. Her partner also must have enjoyed it because Maron saw the man's hand go from the blonde's hip to her cheek and slap it hard. This earned an extra loud moan from the woman. Speaking of the man, the blonde was blocking his face, so she couldn't tell who it was. What she did see impressed her very much. The guy was packing, he was very well endowed. Maron could imagine that if that was reaching for the right spots she would be enjoying herself too.

Maron wouldn't have minded watching a little longer, maybe she could learn a thing or two, but she wasn't here for that. She was here to reunite with Krillin, and whoever that was definitely wasn't him. No offense to Krilin but there was no way he was that big.

I bet the old man passed away and Krillin got a new roommate. He is probably upstairs, or maybe out right now. I can get these two to deliver a message for me if he isn't here. Maron knew her idea was the correct one.

She ceased her viewing and walked back to the door, ready to knock and hopefully see her future boyfriend again.

Back in the living room 18 took control. Instead of them both contributing to the bouncing of the blonde, the cyborg started to grind her hips into him. Taking him on a wild ride while she curved him and reached new places inside herself. While she loved it too, Krillin was the one who was getting the most out of it. If she kept these motions he was sure he would cum soon.

"Oh fuck 18, ah that feels really go-"

*Knock knock knock*

18 froze. Krillin was relieved and bothered at the same time. He was close to cumming, but at least he could last longer now.

"Were you expecting anyone?" 18 asked her boyfriend, his cock still inside of her.

"N-no, were you?" He responded.

"No. Do you recognize their ki?"

"I don't think so. It is a little familiar but I can't put my finger on it."

She playfully rolled her eyes and got off of the Earthen fighter. "One minute!" She screamed to the unknown person at the door.

"Do you think they were watching us? If they did, they are dead!" She told Krillin.

"They definitely heard us, but I'm sure all they did after that was knock. Most people are good people honey." Krillin was being a little too optimistic. "You go upstairs and wait for me and I'll take care of the person at the door. Sounds good?"

18 gave her boyfriend a peck on the lips and then grabbed her clothes and headed up to their room. "Don't leave a girl waiting!"

Krillin put on just his shorts and his shirt, the underwear wasn't needed. The ex-monk did have to shift himself so the person did not see his hard on however.

He moved over to the door, opening it fairly quickly to not keep the guest waiting.

"Hi, sorry for the wait. How are you doin…." His heart sank.

Before him stood his ex-girlfriend. A blue haired, big chested, dunce. Krillin only dated her because he was desperate. When he was going out with her it was a rough time in his life, Maron offered him a supportive relationship and he didn't think twice about it. He wished he would have because she ripped his heart out, stepped on it, and then flung a spirit bomb at it. His first ever relationship was just him being exploited for his wallet and his personal tropical island. Despite all these he wished her the best in life, but was content with never seeing her again. Now that he had 18 he didn't need her in the slightest.

But here she was, on his front porch.

"Maron what are you doing here…" He asked his ex.

Maron didn't respond right away, instead she went in for a hug. Bringing him in close to sob on his shoulder.

So much for the speech she rehearsed.

"Oh Krillin, I'm sorry for the way I treated you. I-I'm a different person now." Her cries picked up in intensity.

Krillin was taken back by this, he reluctantly placed his hand on her back. Showing a bit of support for her. He could tell she was sincerely sorry. Krillin decided to let her air it all out.

"I realize how well you treated me too late. Pl-please...Krillin...give me...a….second chance…" She barely got it out.

Before Krillin could tell that that can't happen, a third person joined them.

"What's going on?"

Krillin looked behind him and saw his fully clothed elegant blonde cyborg standing on the stairs.

"Krillin, care to explain who this is?" 18 asked him. As soon as she heard a woman crying she quickly put her attire back together to go see the commotion.

"This is Maron...my ex-girlfriend." He responded.

Maron stopped staining Krillin's shirt with her tears to look up at who he was talking to. It was the blonde that she had just seen riding a huge package...that meant that Krillin was the one who…

Maron put two and two together.

"Oh, you have a new girlfriend Krillin." The bluenette picked herself off of the shorter person. Her mascara now stained her cheeks from all the weeping she had done.

18 stepped down the stairs to join the two of them, she was very skeptical of Maron. Krillin had told her how she had emotionally and mentally tormented him and gave him almost nothing in return. Krillin told 18 that he had only dated her because of how desperate he was, looking back at he can't believe how pathetic was back then. He let Maron walk all over him just for the sheer fact that he wanted a girlfriend.

This bothered 18 immensely. She was very protective of her man and had a personal vow that she would make sure that Krillin would have the best life possible from now on.

But now here was the person responsible for his grief and torture, standing in the middle of their living room.

"Hello, I'm Maron." She extended her arm as an olive branch to the blonde. Even though Krillin was out of the question for her, she could still show the two of them the kindness they deserved.

"Cool, get out." She very bluntly responded.

Krillin chuckled. He found that pretty funny, BUT he had to also be the voice of reason.

"18, Maron came here to apologize. We don't have to be rude to her." He informed his girlfriend.

"Krillin you're being soft, you know what she did to you." The cyborg retorted.

"But people can change. You did." He got her there.

"...Fine, just make it quick."

Maron took that in and started to pour her heart out, apologizing for all she did wrong.

"I'm sorry Krillin for everything, I shouldn't have treated you so bad, I shouldn't have had you spend all that money on me, I'm sorry for flirting with other men while I was with you, I'm sorry for peeking on you two a second ago, I'm sorry for not believing you when you told me you were traini-

"WHAT!" 18 yelled, furiously.

Maron may have changed the way she carries herself and the way she treats men...but she still wasn't the sharpest crayon in the tool box. The ex was just apologizing for everything bad she did to Krillin and didn't stop herself from mentioning that one thing she shouldn't have.

18 charged at the ditz but Krillin intercepted her, holding her back as best he could.

"Maron, I uh, think you should go. Maybe, come back in a week or two."

18 was sliding the two of them toward her slowly but surely. Krillin did his best to hold her back but 18's lunges would eventually break his hold. Maron saw the blonde's fiery blue eyes and finally listened to the black haired fighter. She bolted out the door as fast as she could to escape the woman. Maron couldn't even be mad at 18, she did invade their privacy after all.

She ran out as fast as she could, only stopping because she ran out of land to step foot on. The changed woman turned around to expect to see a predator hunting her down. She instinctively clutched her purse and prepared to use it as a weapon for their potential fight.

Fortunately for her no one was there.

Krillin must have calmed her down. She thought. *Sigh* So he's moved on, should have expected that. I'll just call him next time and ask if we can still be friends. I don't know if 18 would want to ever see me again though...Guess It's time to go back to my apartment…

Maron reached into her bag and grabbed her capsule car. "What kind of a name is 18?" She quietly asked herself as she pushed the button.

"H-hey, M-Maron?" An anonymous voice scared her.

The beauty did a 180 to see who it was, it was Yamcha. She remembered a couple of Krillin's friends and he was one of them. She flirted with him in the past, although she used to flirt with a lot of people.

"Hi, Yamcha right? What are you doin' here?" She was confused.

"Oh, I was flying home and I thought I would stop by and say hi to Krillin." That was technically true.

"I wouldn't go in there right now, not unless you want your head bitten off." She joked.

"What happened?" He asked her.

"Uh, long story. I came by to say sorry to Krillin for...well pretty much everything."

"That's great! You're turning over a new leaf then?"

"Yeah, I used to not treat guys the best. I felt bad about how I treated them, Krillin mostly. He is a really good guy."

"Yeah he is, sometimes he is too good of a guy."

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

Yamcha explained to Maron his situation with Maron. Of how him and Krillin had a falling out that he didn't know about.

"I see," Maron took the man's story in. "You should just talk to him about it. I'm sure he would understand. Just ya' know, maybe another time." She was referring to 18 still.

"Haha, I will."

The two continued to talk about their lives much longer than they had intended. Yamcha enjoyed this new Maron, she would talk about things other than herself. The lady enjoyed him likewise, although she always sorta liked Yamcha.

"L-listen, want to go get some coffee on the mainland. I wanna keep talking but we should get outta here before we hear more moaning."

"Hmm ok, but not a date. Just two people catching up!" She responded

"I didn't say anything about a date."

Maron popped her air car and the two of them got in and continued you talking. The two were really hitting it off. Yamcha didn't even start this out looking for a date, he just wanted to talk to someone about anything and everything. He respected the new person she had become, it takes a lot of courage to admit your mistakes and learn from them. Yamcha remembered what Krillin had told him about connecting to someone on a personal level and he was doing that with this young woman. Things were looking up, after he told Krillin his story was going to have to thank him.

"Hey, quick question." Maron said as she drove the two to the nearest city. "How did you know about the moaning earlier?"

…Crap...

A/N: That's it

I know this one was different compared to the others but it was a commission and I wanted to provide. Let me know what ya'll thought.

Hope you guys enjoyed it.