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When The Van\'s a Rockin\'	By : chroniclyflaming Category: Dragon Ball Z > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 1379 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Prompt: After Cell's defeat, 17 and 18 find that pink van and go for a joy ride for old time's sake. Running into that weird short guy was just a lucky coincidence. They swear it was. And hey, they can't just let the little guy walk home. That would be rude.
"Hey, wanna ride?" :D

They ran into him on the side of the road. That was coincidence.

They didn’t hit him with their van. That was luck.

“Heeeyyy.”

“Juunanagou?”

Krillin’s face was a white blur in the darkness. His mouth had fallen open to just gape at them. In a white sweatshirt and jeans, he looked odd. She had never physically seen him without his gi, and pictures and movies of him dressed in casual clothes didn’t quite do the oddness justice.

He looked like a rabbit. Eventually, when Juunanagou hit the windshield wipers instead of the horn, the short human seemed to come to his sense to decide whether to fight or flee. In those jeans, you could nearly see his knees shaking and knocking together. Pink helpless hands were raised, like they were the cops and there was no way to stash that gun he’d shot that kid in the face with.

Then he caught sight of her as his gaze shifted from the cyborg wrestling with the car’s wheel. “Juuhachigou?”

And the sweetest, most pathetic thing expression came over his face.

Her hand fumbled with the handle of the door, having the sense to at least not mess up the insides of the van.

He was like a dying man arriving at a hospital, a starving man being given a pot roast, a woman her lost child, Vegeta if Goku admitted that the smaller man was just better than him, Juurokugou when they’d bought him a pet bunny. A perfect beam of light seemed to have hit him, inspiration and love and relief bringing all the answers.

Juuhachigou opened the van’s door to retch dryly.

Krillin didn’t even pull back, that miserable fucker. He ran to her, dodging a scarred and spitting cat. His hands were warm and dry on her shoulders.

“Are you okay?”

If he looked at her with such affection again, she would rip his eyes out. Sweat broke out over her forehead. Stands of her hair adhered to her forehead and the side of her face, and she hated that so much. So much.

Carefully, he leaned her against the van’s side. Even with her wobbling and chin touching her chest, she still towered over him. “What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you.”

That beam came over him again, filling him with forgiveness and kind, honest love. This is what humans wanted to give and receive from each other, all this emotion. With just a look in his dark eyes, he promised her that forever, down to his soul and heart and mind and body.

Her twin quickly reached over to slap her shoulder. “Put down the claws. If you kill him, the others will come after us.”

“You’re so lucky you have those stupid little friends of yours.”

“I know,” he said with disarming sincerity that made her skin crawl.

“I just wanted to tell you that I hate you.”

Then he finally pulled back, as though slapped. His mouth trembled, and he looked like Juurokugou, when the bunny got out of its cage, and the huge android sat on it. ‘What was that crunch?’ ‘Oh, no, Mister Whiskers!’ “

“Oh, don’t mind her.” Juunanagou was grabbing the back of her shirt and pulling her back into the vehicle. “She’s just drunk and bitter.”

“Of course I’m bitter!”

“But, you’re too young to be bitter!” Krillin protested.

“Fine then. I’m just sour.”

Pleased, Juunanagou slid back over to the driver’s seat. “Okay, done here. Now to leave and find Capsule Corp.”

Krillin looked around Juuhachigou, who was trying to find her seat belt and thus could ignore him. “Why do you need to find that?”

“How about you just tell us where it is?”

The little guy seemed to summon up courage from somewhere. “Not until I know what you’re doing.” He looked about to jump in front of the van, as though that would make her brother even hesitate remotely.

Then Juuhachigou nearly tumbled out onto the cement again when the seatbelt didn’t catch, and Krillin had to catch her. Awkwardly, the human had to nudge her back inside. He broke into nervous giggles. “Hehe, just like old times, right? When I carried you? After Cell spat you out?”

At her fierce glare, his chuckles trickled to a stop.

“Cell spat you out? You never said that.”

“Shut up, Juunanagou. Just drive.”

“Where’s the key?”

“In the ignition.”

“Where’s that?”

“Okay,” Krillin held up his hands again. “Just wait. You’re both blitzed, aren’t you?”

“A little,” the blonde twin had to admit. Her hand still struggled to find the seatbelt while her brother groped around blindly for the key.

“You can’t drive! You’re drunk! You might hurt someone. I’m concerned.”

“We’ll be fine. We don’t need your concern for us.”

“I meant for other people.”

She flipped flaxen hair behind her ears. Hopefully, it wasn’t a completely mess from that bar fight from earlier. Not that she wanted to look particularly good for the shrimp, but she wanted to leave him heartbroken, and admiring how shiny her hair was, and how well her plain t-shirt complimented her.

Her voice was perfectly frosty. “I’ve had enough of you. Move, or we’ll begin the drunken vehicular slaughter with you.”

Juunanagou immediately asked over her, “Wanna ride?”

~~~~

Juuhachigou just glowed in the street lights. Or in the darkness. Every time they went beneath a street light, he thought his heart would burst. Then they would pass it and her skin would look perfectly white in the dim and his stomach would twist.

Soon his entire torso ached.

Her shiny, mussed hair was just perfect. Never had he seen someone who didn’t have a single hair of place, and if it was, it still looked perfect. Her arms were crossed, and sometimes her small pale hands would reach out to struggle with her seatbelt. It would tighten periodically on her chest and throat, making her curse. And making Krillin envious of a thin, uncomfortable strap of nylon.

The slim man was a surprisingly good driver. He signaled, let others pass even when he had the right to go first, turned all his lights on, and didn’t go over the speed limit a single degree. He made Krillin incredibly wary.

Things were peaceful, even as the hero would slam into the bars after a light went red. Even when Juunanagou turned on the radio to sing along with it in a high falsetto, and Juuhachigou threatened to grab the wheel and force them off this bridge.

“What else is on the list?”

“What list?” Krillin immediately asked. He slid around back, crashing into the front with every stop and the back with every start. Thankfully, a row of short white bars kept him from smashing into the front seats and cause Juunanagou to mow down a sidewalk full of people.

“None of your business.” Juuhachigou told him, over her shoulder. Her brother handed over a list immediately.

“Damnit, Juunana.”

Krillin read the first one aloud, “‘Tell Launch where Tien is.’”

And it was scratched out.

“Uh-oh.”

Then he read further on the list. “‘Tell the short one to go fuck himself.’ Well, that’s nice. Surprised it wasn’t first on the list.” He kept his voice light, while on the inside he wept.

“Tien and that weird woman were closer.” Juunanagou told him simply.

Juuhachigou sniffed. Obviously, she didn’t need to explain herself to him. The hell of it was, she was so right.

Then Juunanagou was singing along with an inappropriate song, a horribly inappropriate song, how was this on the radio? How could you even sing about such a thing? He didn’t even understand half the references it was making, what did Egypt have to do with anything? Although he was very aware of what they meant when they talked about the Discovery Channel; he had spent many hours up all night flipping through channels and finding weird stuff on that station.

There was no need for any more conversation. Krillin rubbed the back of his head, feeling the smooth skin. He would need to shave it soon enough. Maybe they could stop on their way to Capsule Corp and buy some wax. Or would they think that was weird and kick him out of the van.

“You’re such a pig.”

“Hey, Krillin,” Juunanagou called over to him casually. “Have you ever watched the X-Files?”

Juuhachigou and Krillin gave him disturbed looks. “I’m not going to answer that.”

Eventually, as he grew both content and bored with sliding around and basking in Juuhachigou’s presence, they slowed to a stop. Juunanagou casually took a bottle from under his seat, while his sister buried her hand in a nearly empty case of beer.

“You guys can’t drink! You’re driving!

“At least let me drive.

“Come one.

“Please?”

Krillin even went to his knees to beg, and was met with an empty beer can to the face.

“We’re fine.” Juunanagou assured him. “Let’s just sit here and take in the sights.”

“What sights?” The blonde twin immediately asked, suspicious and sneering. Ahead, illuminated by the car’s front lights, a homeless man pushed a shopping cart full of bags, a cat pawed at the head of a decapitated rat bigger than the feline, and a liquor store flashed out red and orange lights proclaiming that they had extra cheap cigarettes, and a nearby dive bar was busy expelling drunks. A man hanging outside the bar hooted something at Juuhachigou, that both she and Krillin took offense too. Again, her brother had to hold her back from attacking someone.

“Have another beer.” Then he tossed one over to Krillin as well.

The short fighter gazed around, nervous. Somehow, he kept expecting to be robbed. No matter that he could handle a would-be thief, it would still be a terrible thing to have to go through. This was part of Western City that he rarely saw. Normally, he just flew discreetly or drove into Capsule Corp to see Bulma, heading through the freeways that didn’t have the homeless loitering about.

When his eyes adjusted to the light, he read the rest of their To Do List. They had neglected to put anything further on it. Somehow, that seemed ominous; they were going off their list.

Juunanagou unhooked his seat belt slowly. “Stay here. I’m going to get some more stuff to drink.”

His sister didn’t even glance in his direction as he left. She remained focused on looking out the window, watching the cat delicately nibbling at the rat’s head. Somehow, looking at her until his palms began sweating because they were alone, Krillin allowed himself to pretend this was romantic.

He just sat there, looking at her. Really. There wasn’t anything near as nice to gaze at under normal circumstances, let alone a street full of hole in a wall shops. Her hair looked almost orange and then red from the liqueur lights that flashed down. Red-heads were more of his thing too, but somehow it was hard to imagine her as anything but a smooth blonde. Or maybe black-haired, to really offset the pale blue eyes. No, pretty, but too much like her twin.

Bags full of bottles were carefully tossed in the back by Krillin. Wordlessly, he started the car. Screaming, yelling, cursing came from within the store.

“What did you do?”

“You know, I think this van is used for deliveries too.”

“Did you rob them?”

“Uh-huh. Hand me a drink.”

Smoothly, Juuhachigou reached for the bag, but took a bottle only for herself. Krillin didn’t blame her, even as he wished they could go back and return the stolen goods. Obviously, she needed it.

“I would have bought it for you! I have money!”

“This is better.” Juunanagou explained. “We have this, plus now we have your money too. It’s even better now.”

Juuhachigou shook her head. “Don’t bother, Krillin. He’s like a kid.”

Krillin was happy that she was talking to him. Actually using his name.

“Why couldn’t you have bought it? What if they call the cops?”

“Hey, even if I used your money, I don’t have an ID. And we can just outrun the coppers. We’ve done it before.”

Well…to be fair, they didn’t have IDs. And neither looks old enough to not be carded. Which brought up an awkward question.

“How old are you two, anyway?”

“How the hell do you expect us to know that?” Once again, she was staring at him. That blue spear of her gaze shot through him, pinning him where he sat.

He held his palms out. “Uh. I don’t know. I don’t know much about you two.”

“Well, buddyroo, we don’t have many memories left.”

“Back when,” Krillin paused, trying to find the right words.

“Human? Yeah.”

“I remember Juuhachigou sneaking out of our house for a concert, then coming back home at three in the morning to puke up everywhere.”

“Shut up! I don’t even think that happened!”

“So, you don’t remember much of anything about your childhood?” His appalled voice made them stare at him.

“Nope.”

“Not much.”

They sounded like they cared so little, which only made his chest hurt more. “I’m sorry.”

“We’re not looking for your pity.”

“Speed up, Juunana. Then let me toss him out of the van.”

“If you show us where, Capsule Corp is, we’ll let you go on your merry way.”

“What if I don’t want to go?” Krillin reddened when Juuhachigou turned to look at him. “I mean, what if I want to stay and make sure you don’t do anything crazy?”

“What’s crazy?”

Her eyes were narrowed, considering. More than anything, he wanted to do something, to grab her and show her that he wasn’t just some bald moron, that he could fuck something besides himself. Instead, he grabbed his shaking knee to steady it and asked if he could have a drink.

Juuhachigou threw a full beer can at his head.

“Thanks.”

He waited until he was sure the can wouldn’t explode when he opened it.

Krillin’s teeth were gritted. He had to do something. There had to be something he could do. He had to not be Krillin. Someone else. Like Vegeta. Confident despite being short and with bad hair.

He looked at her, the perfect summer blue eyes. All he had to do was screw up his courage, lean forward, and hope she remained frozen long enough for him to kiss her. It had been a while since he’d kissed anyone, but the basics were still vaguely remembered. Pout just a little, add some pressure, maybe run the tip of his tongue against her lower lip…His stomach gave a twinge that had more to do with the thought of kissing her than even Juunanagou making a sharp right turn.

“Hey, moron. Stop daydreaming and answer my brother.”

It just popped out, maybe a latent cause of having lived with Master Roshi for so long. “I’ll tell you where Bulma’s house is if you sit back here with me.”

The blonde head did a double-take that was satisfying.

“Come on.” He held up two fingers. “I swear I won’t try anything. You could kick me through the van’s roof.”

Her brother, bless him despite his creepiness, gave her shoulder a push. “Hurry up.”

“Fine,” she said stiffly. Her fingers wrapped around the bottle that Juunanagou was drinking from, and quickly snatched it away. Before he could grab her or rather, his bottle, she swung over the white bar gracefully and collapsed onto him clumsily. It was odd having the once thought bringer of the apocalypse harmlessly into his body. Even with Piccolo and Vegeta, one didn’t roll around with them in the back of a skeezy pink van.

She was laughing, her chest against his and he could almost feel her heartbeat as easily as he could feel her body heat and small perfect breasts compacted against his chest that made him feel properly alive for the first time in

oh god not years could it be that long

“You’re such a puke.” Her smile was endearing, sweetly pulling up the corners of her angled eyes.

There was a brief moment of sanity in those eyes, an awakening of what this might mean. Did I want to do this, her expression asked? Then Krillin grabbed her and pulled her into his arms before she could start thinking clearly. It was almost romantic, to hold her so close and in a dark environment were virtually no one could see them.

He could small the alcohol on her breath, and somehow that sleazy aspect made things only sexier. The only thing that ruined everything was Juunanagou, blatantly watching them. All the cyborg needed was a bag of popcorn in his lap. As it was, he had his elbows resting in his lap, head resting on his palms and looking boyish.

“What are you guys doing?” His voice was all innocence.

Juuhachigou twitched in his arms, trying to pull away but not quite.

“Juunanagou,” Krillin started, unsure of he should just empty his wallet or hand the whole thing over to the taller man and tell him to get lost. “I think there’s a movie theater nearby…”

“But I wanna watch.”

His sister aimed a kick at his chair. “Get out! There’s nothing to watch! Shut up!”

“He’s mine first, Juuhachi! I liked him first!”

“What do you mean, ‘like me’?”

The taller man flapped a hand. “Oh, the only reason she kissed you was because I picked you out.”

His voice rose. “What do you mean, ‘picked me out’?”

“I mean, I wanted you first. I saw you first. You were mine first.”

Krillin thought his head might explode. It felt full of blood, heavy and pounding and hot. Dizzily, he remembered Juunanagou (right after crushing Gero’s head!) beckoning to him with one finger. With trembling hands, he clung to hope and dignity and the vague idea of normalcy that somehow the concept of Juuhachigou liking him back brought that her brother liking him lacked. “’First’?”

Now his heart was pounding. “Does that mean--?”

Juuhachigou kicked him, but kept her arms around him even while he winced.

She sighed, going over something in her head. But as when Cell had backed her into a corner, or Krillin had confronted her with a remote, the blonde cyborg seemed to just lose hope. Her face went into his shoulder, raising goosebumps and feeling her conscious warmth against his body flustering him. The eyes focused on him were a changing electric-baby-electric blue. He leaned into her, giving into this chaos and the moment his entire moment his life had been leading up to. Fate.

“Maybe we find your skull charming?” She practically purred it, and Krillin became very aware of her hips nearly touching his.

“Hey. Hey, it’s hard to keep it so well-shaven.”

Juuhachigou let go of him, causing him to collapse on the cold floor. “You shave your head?”

“You shouldn’t,” Juunanagou piped up.

He really, really wanted to leave the van now. He did. Juunanagou was really creeping him out now. ‘First’?

Juunanagou imitated his sister, leaping over the white bars. Something seemed to snap, to be decided in the back of the van from the sound of his sneakers hitting the ground. Sitting by Juuhachigou made their resemblance was uncanny. He shifted closer, putting his weight on one hand and creeping forward. His eyes were snakelike, pretty baby blue or not. “Have another drink.”

His sister was the one to hand Krillin the bottle, and he himself was the one to empty it.

She leaned in to lick his chin when a stray drop slid loose. Her mouth was wet, warm, and he closed his eyes. When he touched Juuhachigou’s smooth silky hair, he literally felt like weeping. Was it just him being pathetic and lonely, or love?

He would just keep his eyes closed. If anything happened, it wasn’t on him anymore.

If he couldn’t see, he couldn’t be held accountable for whatever happened. His fingers were stiff and twitching. From the cold.

years it's been years and years

Juunanagou’s breathing was deeper than Juuhachigou’s.

Krillin kissed one of them, silky longish hair tickling his cheek and he wasn’t given a chance to be subtle as a tongue was nearly shoved down his throat. Tickling, tracing teeth and making him crack his eyes open then shut them desperately at the sight of dark hair. How could he be here doing this with two of the terrors of the earth created to kill his best friend and all the fighters? And one of those terrors was a man.

Juuhachigou, it must have been her, nuzzled against the crotch of his jeans. One eye slid open to look. The denim fabric was never thinner. He could only gape down at her; especially when she pulled down his zipper with her teeth.

The taller man moved away to look for something in his pocket and whatever he found he didn’t share with the others.

“I swear, I’m not a weird pervert.”

Her brother was scooting back towards him, white shark grin on the tanned handsome skin. He looked very slim and young, and his hair was even straighter than his sister’s. Krillin had a sudden shock of inspiration that spoke up to tell him that Juunanagou’s hair was the only thing ‘straight’ about him.

“Just because I live with Master Roshi.”

Her nose rubbed against the head of his penis. She pulled him out, slowly, smirking over something. The tips of her fingers fluttered on him lightly, making him even hard. Wrapped her hand around the stiffened length.

“I’ve never done anything like this before.”

Juunanagou stroked his twitching leg that spasmed. He touched Krillin’s chest, pulling up his sweatshirt. Somehow, Juuhachigou’s mouth wasn’t interrupted. When Juunanagou kissed him, his mouth tasted bitter, and his teeth left red marks on the other man’s skin as he trailed to join in his sister.

“Really. I’m not. Normally. Uh. Into this sort of thing.”

He couldn’t believe they were there, head bright and dark in his lap. They were enemies that he and his friends had spent three years training and preparing for, then being beaten up by, then being afraid for them another monster came out to absorb the two and destroy everything. To even topple the astonishment and disbelief all that carried, there was also the fact that…and possibly just above jailbait.

They looked like kittens. Lapping at him. Juuhachigou focusing at the tip of him, sucking and pulling at the head with her firm mouth and tongue. Juunanagou below her, rubbing his testicles through the denim, licking the skin visible through unzipped fabric. His moaning had a desperate quality to it, even to his own ears. The cyborgs pulled away, giving him a chance to breathe and damn them both for stopping.

Krillin touched their hair, smoothing it, then flinching and blushing at their eyes and their skin when they undressed. Him pulling off his clothes and throwing them about, her neatly taking the garments off in a pile, and asking the short human to undo her bra. Her back was smooth, but before he could fully appreciate that fact, they fell on him.

So here he was, getting sucked and groped by this guy, all while having his fingers up the man’s sister. She was wet too, dripping down his fingers and squirming atop the digits. The dark-haired man was kissing his thighs, biting, while she did something similar to his neck.

Dirt movies played in his head, none quite like this. He’d become the girl in those situations, sandwiched between two lusty well-endowed and built men. Juuhachigou was the one to grab him and force his head between her legs, and Juunanagou of course only touched the other man. They were lusty, he would give them that.

A tune from the radio was playing through his head, only a few lines remembered, something about being in a car, looking for themselves, found each other in the car. Aw, fuck, they had their own song now. How could he think about this now? Yet the tune was now stuck in his head to swirl and taint any other thoughts that dared to tread through his mind.

She tasted sour, then sweet, rough short bright hair and petal-soft folds of pink skin. And there was a mouth tickling and kissing him off. His fingers entangled in hair, pulling and tugging, while Juuhachigou did the same to his ears.

There were orders he was told to follow on threat of being slaughters, killed, torn apart you miserable little bald bastard, lick me, harder, fuck. Wrinkle of a wrapper, where the hell did you get that, just put it on, hey is this lubricated, uh, it slipped.

Shifting, leading him, white back under his hands, and on his soul, he could swear he had never imagined a situation where he would sleep with Juunanagou before Juuhachigou. Tight dry velvet under warm smooth skin, tight enough to hold him in place and make bright stars bounce around his view. Filling and stretching him. Thank god the condom was lubricated. Amazing that they were doing this.

Krillin swore he could never imagine…any of this. When he kissed her, dipping his tongue in the most intimate areas, sucking and tracing the inside and outside folds and she squirmed and bucked against his face until it turned pink and damp.

Seperating. Noticing the fair bodies, so lightly muscled under the cream-and-pink skin, the long limbs he admired in a way that was definitely more than a one fighter admiring the strength and physique of another. They paused long enough to notice his staring, him taking it arrogantly and without a blink, her with the slightest touch of embarrassment, turning her head to almost look away. There wasn’t time for him to be self-conscious about his own shorter, clumsier body.

Another new thing learned: Juuhachigou could be definitely in charge and demanding than her twin. “Kiss me.”

He did and was rewarded with her grabbing his shoulders and pulling him against her. She growled, teeth biting into his lips, sharp white against the dim pleasure. “Fuck me, fuck me.”

Her under him, rolling him onto his back so easily that, grabbing his ass and digging her nails into his skin. “I guess I never thanked you properly for saving me.” Fuck, yes. One of them grabbing his hands, forcing him onto his back while holding his wrists, rubbing his head, cute puppy, good puppy.

Sanity came back with a rush at the sight of him spread before her and vulnerable. Oh god, what am I going not with you, I don’t even like you, your just some stupid shrimp and you don’t have a nose even. Come on, please, I’m nice. Juuhachigou, just shut up.

But he was the one silenced unfairly when Juunanagou reddish penis was forced into his mouth, tasting of salt and copper. Round and dripping, it pushed into his cheek, scraping against his jagged molar tips. Running his tongue on the underside of the rolled layers of skin and tracing a long vein was all he could think to do. Cold hands pressed into his skull, and when his dizzy gaze darted up to look at the other man, Juunanagou’s eyes were closed and his mouth was opened. He looked like he was praying.

Things were very dreamlike. Above him, stretching out for miles was the lined grey roof of the van.

Fuck your mouth.

Krillin swallowed.

Shut up.

Krillin’s mouth made a wet slurping noise when Juunanagou pulled away.

Bet you’d never thought you’d find yourself like this.

Krillin felt the wet cock touch his shaved head.

Good luck, puppy.

Krillin noticed her touching his chest, playing with his nipples until they were erect nubs that nearly hurt.

Where should I put this condom?

Krillin watched her rub his penis against her thighs, dark pink ugly against white.

You shut up.

Krillin, fuck you.

“I’m fucking you,” he spat.

Miraculously she didn’t murder him. Instead Juuhachigou just leaned forward to press her breasts fully into his chest. “Yes, you are. Don’t you feel like your existence has meaning now?”

The short fighter melted, at her touch, at her confident fearless expression, her body on his, her her her. “Oh yes. You’re both just so perfect, so beautiful. Sexy. Gorgeous. Extraordinary. I can’t imagine better looking people existing. Where have you been my whole life?”

She seemed to glow in satisfaction from his words. “Touch me breasts. Now, shrimp.”

“Both of you shut up so I can get off.”

“Juuhachi, Juuhachi, oh god, right there, slower…”

She shivered in the most delectable way, hands clutching his waist for support. Krillin watched her, trying to carve the memory into his head. He couldn’t forget this night, the way her mouth pouted and how she froze and her eyes fluttered while she tightened around him and her nails left marks. Against her, his skin looked tan. His fingers touching her made her bite her lip until he noticed blood on her mouth.

The radio was still buzzing, and Juunanagou would occasionally nod his head, hair swinging into his face to cause strands of the inky blackness to stick to his face. He didn’t have his sister’s compulsive need to shove it out of her sight. Muttered, half sung words made their way to Krillin’s ear.

Sliding in and out, rocking gently, no rhythm or coordination between them at all. There was something magical and touching about the awkwardness. Her brother’s breathe caught in his chest, catching Krillin’s attention. The slim man’s hands were picking up speed.

“…Please, uh, Juunana. Not on me. My face. Please don’t.”

“You don’t get to have a say, puppy.”

“That’s right.” She met his hips again and again, rapid and smirking. “Just shut up and take it. Pup.”

“You’re both so cruel.”

And right then Juunanagou’s cock spat out white-clear liquid onto his face. Almost to distract him, Juuhachigou grabbed Krillin's small hand and slid it between thighs. Rubbing her in frantic circles. "Oh please oh please" someone kept saying, and he realized it was him and then Juunanagou was sliding back into his mouth and she was gripping him cozy and wet, squeezing oh please

oh please

please

“oh.”

“Krillin,” she was muttering. "I'm so glad I kissed you. Even if it was to make my brother angry."

"Best investment you ever made," Krillin slurred. The back of his head hit the floor of the van.
It was cold back here, so when he was cuddled by them, faces pressed into his back and front, soft breathes, he assumed they were just looking for warmth. He drowsed against their slim smooth bodies, an arm casually slung around a waist, a shoulder. One of their shirts was being used as a pillow. “Say, you guys?”

“Hmm?”

“Why were you going to Capsule Corp?”

“Toilet paper it. Maybe firebomb it.”

“Oh. Alright then. I’ll help fill out the rest of that list later. Maybe we can shave Vegeta’s eyebrows? And then we can ring Chi-Chi’s doorbell and run away.”

The twins cuddled against him. “Thanks.”

In the morning, they were awoken by leering drunken loiters, and an irate shopkeeper that threatened to call the cops. Juunanagou hopped behind the wheel of the van, stopping only to tie his bandana around his neck. Neither Juuhachigou and Krillin could do anything but cover their nudity and make no eye contact. Hangovers disappeared under the curious looks of strangers.

“I’m glad they didn’t knock and interrupt us,” Juunanagou sounded very calm.

“But I guess everyone knows that when the van’s rocking, you don’t come knocking.” He was taking a very Zen approach to all this.

All Krillin could do was not cry and clutch the wrinkled clothes on his body and feel so very revealed and so very exposed. Oh god oh god oh god, Juuhachigou still wouldn’t look at him, he was so sorry. So sorry. Forgive him. Oh god, when he died, would he still be able to go to heaven? Oh would the Overlords just look at him, Goku and the rest of his friends gaping at him as they heard their old buddy’s crime.

At least he wouldn’t die a virgin.

Never again, he vowed in the dark van, unaware that his next few weeks would be full of just this. Only in hidden alleys and the backs of sleazy bars and once in Bulma's lab when he found them trying to make Molotov cocktails.

"No matter what you've heard, pup, tissues just don't make good wicks."

"You know, there are cameras everywhere, right?"

"Oh...there are?”

So then he was forced to steal the tapes of that afternoon from security, caused Capsule Corp to explode in new theft-proofing measures that ended when Vegeta was hit with pepper spray and a dozen stun guns.

Until Juuhachigou got tired of sharing and forced Juunanagou into a pouting exile that ended when a red-eyed version of him showed up on the freeway to confront the two.
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