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Jolly Green Giant	By : chroniclyflaming Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1325 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Prompt: Piccolo/Krillin, size difference

Well yeah, thanks to some other prompts I have suddenly found myself to be fascinated with this pairing.

However, I would like to see the emphasis on their difference in size. Heck, Krillin doesn't even reach Piccolo's belt and Piccolo could probably cup his whole head in one hand.

So... something with them having physical contact while Krillin feels a bit intimidated by Piccolo's size but our lovely "jolly" green giant remains gentle :D. Preferably from Krillin's POV.

The fill:

Waking up pinned by a large purple clothed leg with a heavy green chest nearly smothering him was not something Krillin often experienced. Oh, sure, maybe a few times he would be trapped beneath a stronger, always bigger fighter, but it was from being blasted or kicked or punched or thrown into them. Like when that space pirate Bojack had knocked him into Trunks and Gohan had needed to scrape them apart.
He winced, remembered the bruises and broken bones of that particular fight. And the one before. And the one before that one. And the ones after all of those.
Some of which had even been caused by the guy (sleeping?) above him. Had this been in his own way of making up for all that? Now he could feel warmth rising up his face
From all the way up here, you couldn’t even see the sun rising, only blue sky. If it was even morning. For all he knew, it could be the afternoon.
At this moment, half suffocating, Krillin was sure he didn’t know a damn thing. Yeah, that sounded about right. Especially with a breathe in his ear, something he hadn’t felt in something like three or so years. Was that really the last time he’d been so close to someone, without the other person trying to kill him? Well, aside from her…
But she really didn’t count. As anything to him. Just a girl he hadn’t known well and would never see again. Yeah.
“Piccolo?”
But still, imagine her expression if she walked in to find them like this. Terrified blue eyes all wide. At least she would look at him.
“Piccolo?”
The question that he did and didn’t want to focus on was: did he want her to look at him?
“Piccolo? You awake?”
At least someone was paying attention to him now. Arguably to everyone who had ever known the two of them, it was too much disturbing attention. And he’d only gone to Kami’s Lookout to spar with Piccolo, day in and day out, as a way to distract himself from his empty room and annoyingly unhelpful roommates. Gohan was focused solely on schoolwork, Vegeta was still…Vegeta, Future Trunks had gone back to his timeline, Yamcha was no longer interest in training and was wrapped up with some new mysterious girlfriend, Tien and Chaotzu were nowhere to be found. That left the unfriendly Namek who refused to let him rest, who grudgingly gave him water, who barely had anything to say and little of it was nice.
All of their conversation could be condensed to Piccolo growling at him to get his guard up, to add more power to his blows, and Krillin telling him to take it easy.
‘Calm down, Piccolo!’
‘Are you not here to train? Get up!’
Always a not-exactly disgusted, but impatient look. Like Krillin was letting him down in some minor task. That kind of stuff could get to you. Another thing that had made him weary to come back here. Yet he still did, maybe a masochist thing, or just an urge to prove Piccolo wrong and make the Namek at least look at him with something other than disdain.
Piccolo still scared him a little. Even after…well, after. He had enough power in his little finger (and not that any of his fingers were even little; twice the size of Krillin’s own they seemed) to make the short human a smudge in the white tiles outside this room. Piccolo’s room. The place he’d been taken after the wound to his leg had been too much to stand and the blood seeping from the split skin could no longer be ignored.
He was just a big, powerful guy. Like Juurokugou had been, but without the peace of the android. More than twice Krillin’s size. When he squirmed under him, looking downward, he was positively dwarfed by the alien. Towered above him, making Krillin nearly strain his neck to make eye contact. The way he’d easily pinned him against a wall in this bedroom, while the human had cringed and thought of how he was more than half a hand shorter, like three hands, and how easily the guy could lose his temper and crush his head in like an overripe melon.

And his claws. That had traced over Krillin’s scars, over the raised skin and old marks in his skin until Krillin was croaking something stupid and nonsensical. The feeling of the long nails against his neck when Piccolo had cupped his chin and forced the short man to look up. Touching his Adam’s apple until he shivered and felt something very uncomfortable rising up and his injured leg felt too weak to hold him up.
Then Piccolo, growling, picking him up and nearly throwing him onto the bed. “Your leg still hurting you? Let me take a look at it.”
Numbly, he let himself be talked out of his pants, then his shirt. Piccolo’s big hand touching his thigh, wrapping a bandage around his knee while he lay there and looked up at the ceiling. Trying to recall what little he knew about this subject. Very, very little. He’d never had much interest until he was batting Piccolo’s hands away and complaining that there was no way he was doing to let ‘those things’ inside him again.
“It hurts! You’re scratching me with them! I’d prefer not to have to have that part of my anatomy healed by Dende.”
“Fine then…what about that statue right there? Or that vase? Will that fit?”
“What? Wow. No. Wow. Start really, really small.”
Then his knees were being shoved over Piccolo’s broad shoulders that felt like some sort of stone, his back against the bed, and a tongue lapping at him until he cursed and started punching the other man. Lifting himself up and grabbing at Piccolo’s ears. Not a thought in his head. Even when a large green-and-pink, hugely muscled arm grabbed his own smaller, paler limb and shoved it in-between his legs.
“Put your fingers…
“Oh, wow. Wow.”
“Stop using that word.”
Just being squished by the huge Namek who stared at him, taking in everything. Occasionally leaning down like a well, god, and lapping at his sweating skin. Pulling at tender pink flesh until Krillin began kicking as well as punching. All strangely, sweetly, gentle. How he finally, shamefully, gave in to desecrating some statue of no doubt some saintly woman in a robe who thankfully prayed with her arms kept close to her body and her hands together. Over and over again until he passed out with his eye rolled back in his head to awaken to Piccolo sleeping atop him like a fallen giant.
Krillin, with the one leg not pinned down, kicked the figurine resting on the nearby table away.
“Piccolo? You’re crushing me. Are you awake?”
His first time doing such a sexual thing with someone. He’d always imagined the morning after such an effect would be all hugs and affection. With a woman. Or at least with someone whose head was larger than his own and with talons and fangs and whose chest he could barely reach. And he’d always thought that the other person would have gotten naked at some point.
At least Piccolo wasn’t yelling at him. And now he knew a little bit more about himself.
His left knee however still hurt.
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