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Funny Games	By : chroniclyflaming Category: Dragon Ball Z > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 1922 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Fun and Games
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The Prompt: 17/Krillin/18 + Amusement Park

I think I've been viewing too many gifs on tumblr lately of our favorite twins having fun at the amusement park in Future Trunks' timeline. So I had this idea where in the main timeline, after 18 beats up everyone, she and 17 tell Krillin that he can go give his friends the senzu beans to save them, but that in exchange he has to do a little favor for them. Krillin hands out the senzu and then goes back to see the androids like he promised. They end up dragging him off to the nearest amusement park (whether they fly or use 6969 van-based transportation is up to you.)

For a while, Krillin is convinced that they're both going to do something horrible to him because they seem pretty scary and maybe they causally remind him how he has no chance of escaping them at some point(s). However, after going on all the rides with them multiple times and having to buy them cotton candy and other foods and win them both lots of stuffed animals and/or other prizes, Krillin realizes that he's basically on a date with both of them this whole time. And that is just fine by him because he hardly ever gets dates, let alone with two cute people who seem to be really into him.

It’s totally up to you if you want to include smut but at the minimum Krillin should at least get lots of kisses from 17 and 18.

Bonus points: 16 is basically the chaperon for their date. Also, maybe Krillin leaves with the cyborgs before the other Z fighters fully regain consciousness and so some of the other warriors go on a search and rescue mission. Only to find Krillin on a date with the cyborgs. If you want to write smut, you can have the Z fighters walk in on that if you want to.

The fill:

(Author's Note: I named this story after the German and then American version of the movie, since it's probably how Krillin expected the evening to end)

Immediately after he’d slipped his friends the senzu beans they so desperately needed, he went back to the crumbling highway like he’d promised. It was probably the bravest thing he’d ever done, rather than cowering behind one of his friends’ bodies, or just flying away in hopes of hiding amongst the mountain ranges like Gero had done.

And of course the androids followed through with their threat. Juuhachigou grabbed him by the collar as best she could, and began dragging him away from the others. “Alright, they’ll live now, let’s go.”

“Where? Where are you taking me?” His imagination, normally so quick to provide details of a grisly death, offered nothing.

Juunanagou, the male one, pushed him a little. “You’ll see. Coming, Juurokugou?”

The big, scary android nodded, all grave despite the small smile on his face. The only thing tiny about him.

“Hurry up, shrimp,” Juuhachigou demanded. Making all the blood leave his face as the sharpness in that girlish voice. He was used to women ordering him about, but it had never been as terrifying as this. “I want to go get some new clothes.”

Krillin’s dark eyebrows moved closer to his eyes as he tried to figure out exactly what was occurring. Her hand so close to his neck helped with nothing. “What? Where are we doing?”

“Never you mind.” A strange quirked smile that made her look pretty. “I just hope you brought your wallet.”

His gaze unfocused at that. There was just too much to take in, and his mind shut down quietly, as his body went into auto pilot. He even managed not to glance backwards at his friends as the androids made him fly away with them. And he kept his mouth shut, as they actually stole a big pink van from some poor drivers who only stared at them as the mohawked machine upended the vehicle to empty out the boxes.

All he did was tumble backwards as Juuhachigou shoved him in the back. “You and Juurokugou can keep each company.”

The pale eyes just stared at him, as he huddled in the back there. Awkwardly trying to find a comfortable place on the cold metal, wondering now what his fellow warriors would react to waking up, healed, with the androids and him gone. He could see them on that mountain road, looking around, ‘maybe they buried him?’

“I need new clothes, Juunanagou. That’s our first stop.”

“Alright, alright. Just calm down or I’ll make you sit in the back with the others.”

She gave a soft laugh, and an almost flirtatious glance over her shoulder at Krillin. Whose face stupidly heated up. “I don’t think I’d mind that.”

He felt pathetically warm at that, and decided to just look at his knees for the remainder of the trip to…wherever. Occasionally, he would give a darting glance to the big guy across from him, who continued to smile peacefully, and would always open his own eyes when he sensed Krillin looking at him.

“What about that place?” The machine that looked like a teenage boy pointed out.

“What? Some western wear place? No thanks.”

“Oh, you just want to make sure to look pretty for our little friend.”

Juuhachigou snorted. “Like I’m not always pretty. Unlike you.”

“Hey, he does prefer brunettes.”

“I’ll change his mind on that,” she dismissed.

As Krillin just huddled back there, sure that they had sensed his pathetic enjoyment of her peck on his cheek. Mocking him, painfully. He breathed in the smell of old tomatoes that filled the space in the van, and wished he’d never come out here to help fight the androids. It had been a foolish hope that he could keep up with the other fighters in this. They’d beaten the Super Saiyans into the dirt; what hope did he have with them?

There were three of them, always glancing to check on him. No escape.

An hour must have passed, with the two machines in the front exchanging small talk, her slapping his hand when he went to reach for the radio dial, when they finally did stop the van. “There. That looks like a real store. I can at least get some new clothes. Anything is better than this.”

The one that looked like a girl pouted downward at the state of her tights, before opening the door. Then sliding out to yank the side door open and drag the human man outside. It was still cold, with snow on the sidewalks that threatened to slip him up and made Juuhachigou laugh. Leading him by his sweaty hand, she brought him inside the warm clothing store.

“You don’t have to be so nervous.”

Being dragged around by a murderous android that wanted to know how she looked in a certain pair of jeans was one of the more surreal moments of his life. And he’d been brought back from the dead by a magical dragon. Twice.

Still, seeing her modeling for him, wanting to know if she looked ‘cuter’ in black jeans or blue, and if t-shirt was nice, that was downright bizarre. Of course he said she looked great in everything, which made her smile. As though he would have said anything else, since that would have gotten him flattened to a fine powder, and anyway, Krillin had never been good at lying.

“And don’t think I’m going to let you escape,” she warned.

“Um, no. No way.”

A smile that made him squirm. She pulled him into the dressing room. Thankfully the store was just about empty, so no one called a manager or the cops. Then she was wiggling out of her jeans, pale eyes looking straight at his for a reaction.

His eyes went to the clothes hanging on the walls in this tiny room. “You know, only one person’s supposed to be in here, and well, maybe I should just leave. I swear I won’t run off.”

Juuhachigou laughed. “You are pretty good at keeping promises. But it’s alright. Hand me that skirt.”

The android even made him zip up a dress she’d bought, before inspecting herself in the mirror. All like a normal girl, except for teasing him and undressing before him. Standing there in just her bra and panties, black and silky against pale flawless skin; a sight enough to make a stronger man fall to his knees and pray to a god. Touching him, pulling his shirt away from his chest, sliding under his gi, “Maybe you should get some new clothes too? I bet you’d look better in…red?”

Someone gently parted the curtain of the dressing room, giving him a heart attack. Juurokugou looked way too huge to be in a store. “Juunanagou sent me. To ‘make sure no improprieties were being made.’”

She looked annoyed, and moved her hands from his chest. “Fine. Get out of here. I’m getting dressed, Juurokugou. No, you stay here, shrimp.”

“Juunanagou told me to not leave you two alone. Not without him.”

“Alright, fine.” Juuhachigou shoved Krillin out, then slid the curtain closed again. “Just give me a second.”

“If you hand me the clothes you want to buy, I can go pay for it now,” Krillin nearly gibbered. From where he was lying on the ground, he could still see pale legs since the curtain did not go down far enough.

When he’d grabbed his wallet that morning, he’d expected to need it only to possibly identify his body. Or perhaps, optimistically, to pay for a victory dinner for him and his friends. He counted out money for the clothes to a sleepy worker there, trying not to flush over the lacy undergarments that would have brought tears to his roommate Oolong’s eyes. Juurokugou just watched him, thankfully not judging him like the cashier did by buying girl clothes. Saying they weren’t for him didn’t help at all.

Juuhachigou joined them at the door, wearing new clothes that Krillin hadn’t even paid for. There was something she definitely had in common with the other women in his life, though, and it was not helping him carry bags. She tucked a strand of hair behind a small ear, looking much too adorable for a killer in that little white skirt and green shirt. Too pretty for a thief.

Then she repeated that strange gesture after beating up his friends, that soft brain-destroying kiss to the cheek. “It’s cute when you’re being a gentleman.”

While he went red and tried not to bury his face in his hands. Or gouge his eyes out from such contact, and from so enjoying that contact. Why did she have to look so nice, and have such soft lips?

--that he once again got an intimate feel of as the blonde shoved him against the van to kiss him full on the mouth. He actually whimpered from the feeling, breathe literally stolen away, as she nipped his lower lip.

Juunanagou tapped on the window, whining. “Not fair. You have to share him.”

She moved away, rolling her eyes. “I will. Just calm down.”

“Did you buy anything for me?”

“I guess you can borrow some of the shirts.” She opened the door for Krillin, then kicked him inside before throwing herself gracefully onto the passenger’s seat. “If they fit you.”

“Oh, is that what we’re doing now? Maybe Krillin won’t fit in you, ever think about that?”

“Shut up.” He had no idea that Juuhachigou could blush. Also unseemly cute.

As was the teenage boy’s cheerful grin that was sent Krillin’s way. “Did you spend all your money on her stuff?”

Why would the android care about his financial state? “Um. No.”

“Good.” Juunanagou sounded pleased. “Now we can actually have some fun.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Now she was smiling at Krillin too. “I think we had an okay time. Right, Krillin?”

“Sure, sure.” Pathetic to his own ears.

Juuhachigou was wiping something off the tip of her sneaker, also something else she’d taken without paying for. “So, do you think they maybe have anything good in this hick burg?”

“Good in what way? Porno store good? Dirty movie theater good? Casinos? Strip clubs? Strip malls?”

“Any of them. Except for that last part, they seemed to have those in abundance.”

“Well, we have some time before hunting down Goku.”

Krillin jumped in the back, and not because of a pothole this time.

“So we can do whatever we can think of,” Juunanagou continued.

For the first time in his life, the bald fighter found himself praying that he would be taken to filthy porn stores and theaters. His Master had offered such things, throughout their visits to the mainland, always to be met with a disgusted refusal. Going to see a dirty movie with the psychotic androids that may very well kill every human on Earth. That was definitely going to get a long entry in his diary, if he ever reached his home again.

Taking them to a casino would explain why they cared about him having money. As might the strip club as well. Though, he didn’t have too many ones on him…really, the entire experience was becoming too insane for him to handle. He could nod and buy Juuhachigou clothes, but taking the androids around to do some random chaos was too much.

And his stomach was twisting at the thought of Juuhachigou seeing some attractive half-naked men. Even though, for all he knew, she saw the guy next to her like that all the time.

Which was why he didn’t want her left alone with Krillin. Competition, as shocking as that sounded. Apparently, it might well be justified, since she’d let him see her undressed. He hadn’t seen his ex in that little, even after a month of dating. She’d obviously just been teasing him, messing around a little, even with those kisses. As amazing as they’d been. There was no way Juuhachigou wanted to date him, for many, many reason.

If she’d been a human girl, she definitely wouldn’t want anything to do with him. Being an android only made that doubly so.

--Plus, he couldn’t date her. She wanted to kill his best friend, and then possibly go on a murder spree.

Something twinged in his chest; if only the sprees she committed were shopping ones, like the other girls in his life. With the occasionally scream fests and insult-laden barrages. Then she’d be perfect. Even more perfect.

“Awww.” A small delicate hand reached out behind the white railing to cup his chin. “Are you daydreaming? You’re just staring off into space. I hope you’re not thinking of running away.”

Her fingernail against his chin felt so misleadingly nice. It might mean being viciously tortured by the other android, but he couldn’t resist leaning in closer. “Nope. Of course not.”

Her voice deceptively sweet. “Then what are you thinking of?”

“You. A strip club. Juunanagou.”

She pulled her hand back. “Wow.”

Juunanagou up front was giggling. “He really is a freak, beneath the cute, shy veneer.”

“I guess so. Huh?” Juuhachigou grinned at him, showing off too-many teeth. “Well, we’re definitely going to have some fun with you then.”

Then she and the other androids were smirking at each other.

It seemed best not to correct whatever misconception they had of him. They looked so pleased with him.

When Juuhachigou refilled the gas tank, winking at him through the window while handling the nozzle, Juunanagou ran out and then back in with a newspaper and an atlas. “I figured we might be able to find something good soon. I’m guessing you can’t get internet access, Juurokugou?”

“No.” The voice grave, unironic.

“Well, I guess we’ll have to find something. Here.” He handed half of the paper to Krillin. “Look for something good.”

“Well, this guy wants to give away a wadding pool…”

The android boy threw down the crinkled paper, towards the back. “This place sucks. We’re definitely going south.”

Which snapped Krillin out of his daze by making him remember his friends. Who had no idea where he was. Krillin watched Juuhachigou go to the bathroom to wash her hands free of the smell of gasoline, pretty nose scrunched up. They might think he was dead, since he didn’t dare raise his ki and inform them where he was, out of fear of tipping the androids off. Hopefully the senzu beans had worked just fine , and they were okay. His poor friends, getting beaten by the scary machines, maybe looking for a shallow grave they’d buried Krillin in.

Juuhachigou popped back into the van. “Do we have a destination?”

“Just towards someplace warmer.”

“Alright.”

They must have driven another agonizing hour, one that had him leaning against the bars, with Juuhachigou reaching out to pet his head. And sometimes Juunanagou, who assured him that they’d find something awesome to do, or well, something awesome to do before doing him, which made Krillin’s face grow slack with fear. Juurokugou patting his head also didn’t help with that.

Eventually the muscles grew slack, and he felt his eyes growing heavy. All the adrenaline. Having to fight Gero, watching Goku nearly dying, Vegeta becoming so strong, but not strong enough, getting kidnapped. It wore at a person. Uneasily, he fell into a doze, ignoring Juuhachigou commenting on how cute he looked like that. ‘Like a sleeping puppy,’ Juunanagou added. And then the large third android petting him with a hand large enough to crush his skull again.

But the teenage boy’s scream, “There!” woke him up immediately.

He snapped up, hitting his head against the door, sure that someone was dying. “What? What?”

“A carnival!” Juunanagou slapped the steering wheel, a big smile in his voice. “We have to go.”

Above them, a huge white rollercoaster loomed. Just the sight of it made him feel nauseous. Though, he could imagine the taste fried food and candy and hotdogs. He hadn’t been to one of these in years.

“Well,” Juuhachigou laughed. Neither of them sounded tired in the least. “That might be fun. Yeah, okay. C’mon, you two. Rise and shine, shrimp.”

“Huh?”

There was no arguing with them, not that Krillin tried very hard. And Juurokugou looked immediately interested as soon as there was mention of a petting zoo.

“Just make sure the goats don’t try and eat you,” Juuhachigou joked, before hanging onto Krillin’s right arm. A nice feeling ruined by Juunanagou doing the same thing to his left arm.

Although, it wasn’t like they were tearing any limbs off. He could live with it, definitely. Always something worse. They weren’t even hurting him as they led him through the fair or whatever this thing was supposed to be. Juurokugou cleared a path easily.

“Look at that stupid hat.” The dark-haired android laughed at a ridiculous green foam cowboy hat. “Get me that hat, Krillin.”

“What?” Now he was smiling too. “You want that thing?”

Juuhachigou rolled her eyes. “Sure. It’ll go well with his socks.”

All the training he’d done had improved his coordination and aim, even when it came to darts. The irony of using such skills to help amuse the androids rather than destroy them didn’t escape Krillin in the least. He tried not to grimace at the carnival worker who’d taken his money. Immediately after he won the stupid hat, they regrabbed his hands and began leading him even deeper into their strange games.

“That octopus looks like you, Krillin.”

“Huh? Not nice—“ Though it did bear some resemblance. “Want me to win it?”

“There’s a joke here, about wanting you to have that many arms,” Juunanagou mused. “But I won’t make it. I’m too classy for that. Buy me some cotton candy?”

“Okay, just give me a second.”

Then they were bouncing from stall to stall, the two of them winning any game that involved shooting things, in-between hand-feeding him sticky cotton candy that he had to suck from their fingers. They all watched Juurokugou hit the petting zoo, to the amazement of the children there and their wary parents. Juuhachigou got a disposable camera from somewhere, and took pictures of the big guy, to Krillin’s endearment. Her and Juunanagou posing and making faces at the camera was too cute to be coming from a pair of cold machines. Though it did make him a little jealous, from the easy affection between them, to see that even they had each other.

At the ring toss, he won the boy a harmonica that Juuhachigou threw away for the sake of everyone’s sanity after five minutes. He looked outraged. “I was pretending I was in prison!”

“I’d make a joke about how that would all be our dream, including yours, but I’m too classy for that.”

Which made Krillin laugh, and get a big kiss on the cheek that was ruined a little by the stuffed animals in her arms shoving into his face, and Juunanagou’s glare. Juurokugou stepped in to lead them to a guy that made balloon animals and hats. She complained about it messing up her hair, but eventually the blonde consented to putting one of the hats on, then shoved Krillin towards the face painting.

“I’m thinking, hmm, panda.”

“Oh, alright, but you have to get something too.”

It pretty much shattered his fears, to see Juunanagou getting whiskers and tiger fur painted onto his face. Juuhachigou only went along with getting a temporary tattoo of a turtle on her stomach and Juunanagou one on the same place. “Do you like?”

“Oh, sure. It’s cute.” Though confusing. Why a turtle? They clearly knew the connection with him being trained by the turtle hermit. Oh well. He went along with them having the numerals ‘18’ and ‘17’ on his chest.

“Hah. Got the heart side,” Juunanagou bragged, before pulling Krillin out of the tent, almost before the fighter could put his shirt on.

“You guys want something to eat?”

Since if they could eat cotton candy, they could eat other stuff. And really, just eating that sugary junk couldn’t be good. With smirks, they ordered hot dogs that were swallowed in basically one gulp. Krillin ate at a more sedate pace, laughing a little at them hitting their chests and having to empty their soda cups, just to show off how fast they could eat.

He waited for them to get up and grab his hands before asking playfully, ““C’mon, let’s go try the Tilt-A-Worl.”

“Sure.”

“Yeah, if we get scared, we can just huddle closer to you,” Juunanagou teased.

“Well, what if you felt sick?”

Juuhachigou answered, “We’d just throw up on you.”

Though, luckily they didn’t, even as they dragged the increasingly ill Krillin to another ride. Despite their claims of gentleness, the teacups threatened to bring up everything he’d eaten. The androids were rather nice about him not feeling well, rubbing his back, telling him to lean over and breathe, that he could put his head between their legs if that might help. All as Juurokugou looked up and waved at them.

The only time they were cruel was on bumper cars, where they insulted and threatened, and then nearly beat his poor little car to a pulp. Really, it wasn’t fair the way they ganged up on him, over and over again, trying to drive him over the edge of the rink. The big guy had to tell them to knock it off, since they were somehow doing something ‘improper’ again. Which, beating him up was, but they looked so cute, with their hair increasingly wild, faces flushed, the sweet smiles. It was easy to forgive them, and go along with their request to see him eat a caramel apple.

“Wow. You really devoured that thing.”

“You have a really big tongue.” Juuhachigou staring at his mouth.

“What? Do I?” Krillin closed his eyes, and stuck his tongue out.

“Yep.”

The mouth against his cheek was not Juuhachigou’s. It took a few seconds to realize that, as she laughed at him. He nearly had a heart attack, looking at Juunanagou, who was also busting a gut. “What—what was that about?”

“What?” Another fast noisy kiss to his cheek that made him turn. “You don’t like?”

To say ‘no’ would be risking death. It was there, in those pale eyes that faked pain and fear of rejection. “Oh, alright, it’s fine.”

Already holding their hands, what were a few kisses? Harmless, really.

And, it was gratifying to knock over milk bottles to their cheering, and the soft gratifying pecks. Just ignore the stares from the other patrons, and the people working here. They couldn’t understand what stress he was under; Krillin was just doing what he needed to survive.

“Let’s try that ‘Ring the Bell’ thing. Bet I can win that huge stuffed panda.”

“Okay,” the two androids chirped, perfectly happy with him leading them now.

Thankfully, as they went to play more games, Juurokugou was there to help heft the various stuffed animals. Nor did he look so scary, with a giant purple bear thrown over his shoulder, a bright blue snake around his throat, a yellow moose under an arm, the panda under the other arm. Juuhachigou was playing with the plastic rings and necklaces and Juunanagou carried the ukulele he’d been allowed to keep under the promise that he not play it while anyone else was around.

It was a little like being with Maron, only…funner, as strange as that was. They really included him, for better or worse, and ran up less money than his ex had. And he was starting to appreciate Juuhachigou’s touches as much as he had the blue-haired woman’s. The three machines really didn’t seem anything like what the boy from the future—Trunks, he guess he should just call him—had warned them of. Aside from some kleptomania from Juuhachigou, they were harmless. Their kisses in particular were gentle, and when they nuzzled against him, it was hard to believe they could have beaten his friends up. Especially on the highest point of the Ferris Wheel, where they smothered him, and took pictures for possible blackmail.

How could anyone who was so nice and affectionate to him be so evil? They were definitely kind. Therefore, they weren’t evil. Pretty simply, and easy to understand when they kisses his cheek and nibbled lightly on his neck. So what if they were androids, and one was a guy? That had nothing to do with them being so pleasant to be around. The two of them, dating and machines or not, were too adorable not to hug back and savor the affection.

They’d even won him a few things, with their shooting skills, a necklace with a glass dolphin since they couldn’t get one of a turtle, that fake snake, some small stuffed animals that they slid down his shirt, a pinwheel. It was when they dragged him into the Funhouse that things went wrong. They left Juurokugou, who in retrospect was a chaperone to make sure everyone kept their pants on, outside the building since he obviously couldn’t fit inside.

By the time they went in, it was getting dark, and more and more people were beginning to leave as closing time neared.

It only made cornering him to exchange long, slow kisses easier. They literally made his knees go weak, as they took turns cupping his chin and covering his mouth with their own. An open relationship, Krillin guessed at this point.

Still, though, when Juuhachigou began exploring his mouth, slowly, with her tongue, something needed to be said. While Juunanagou’s hand slipping up his shirt might have been a sign he was cool with all this, and she had definitely voiced no complaints over Krillin kissing the other guy, it still needed to be asked. “Should you really be doing this?”

“Huh?”

“Won’t your boyfriend get angry?”

Juuhachigou followed his pointing finger. “Juunanagou?” Then she turned back to him, angry. “He’s not my boyfriend. He’s my twin brother.”

“Oh. Oh my god, really?” What a load off his mind that was. Brother. Sibling. Totally okay to kiss both of them. Sort of.

“Yeah. Hah, you didn’t notice the resemblance?”

“It’s because I’m prettier,” Juuhachigou said, smugly, before delving back onto Krillin’s lips. Which were very eager to have her back.

His ki was rising, making the mirrors close by shake. For the sake of question now floating in his mind, and in hopes of calming down, Krillin pulled away. “Wait. When you say brother, you mean that you had the same parents, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Stop asking questions,” the blonde grumbled. “I have better things to do with your mouth.”

His hands went to her shoulders. “Wait. This is a date, isn’t it?”

“Of course it is. Don’t say you’re one of those types that waits for three days before taking off their pants?”

“Um.” Not even three dates had gotten him or his ex out of their clothes. “Nope.”

“Good.” A smile that turned up the corners of her eyes. “You’ve been teasing us all day. Enough’s enough.”

“What? I have not been. You two are the ones kissing me all day.”

“You loved it.” Juunanagou protested. “Even if you hardly kissed us back.”

“He’s a gentleman. I told you that. He wanted to buy us stuff before getting in our pants.”

“I never thought about sleeping with you two. I swear. I thought you were just being…friendly?”

“We are,” Juuhachigou assured him. Then she began undoing the sash around his waist. “It’s like a present; I get to unwrap you.”

“Not fair. I saw him first.”

“You saw his face first. Now I get to see his penis first.”

“Oh my god.”

“Hang on. I haven’t even gotten your pants off yet.”

“Yeah, man, we’re hot, but you have to relax or we’re not going to have much fun.”

Krillin stared up at them, enjoying the feeling of her hands on his hips despite himself. A date. With two very, very good-looking people. Though one was guy. But, they looked too cute to easily dismiss, with their straight silky hair and perfect sharp features. Plus the kissing. To his defense, it wasn’t like he was batting women off with a stick. Or men, even. Not that he’d thought much of his own gender that way. But Juunanagou was so pretty, almost as pretty as his twin sister, and didn’t seem to have any problems with liking men.

But a guy, even if he was maybe a machine, that was weird. Sure, he’d had a few strange crushes and weird dreams about…a few of his friends. That must have come from spending so much time around them, in so many life-or-death situations, thinking about how little he’d experienced, and grasping out for some sign of kindness before being murdered.

Like…prison.

Like Juunanagou’s fantasy.

Couldn’t really say the same thing about this situation anymore, that this was so dangerous as to inspire desperation. After holding hands and cuddling and being hand-fed cotton candy by them, to say they were so dangerous was just a lie.

But to go out with them, on dates, that was a pretty big thing. Krillin decided to just stall for time, as best he could. “You guys had parents, you said? Does that mean you two are human?”

“Not…well, we were born fully human, obviously. But then Gero installed cybernetic modifications.” Juuhachigou pulled him down to sit beside her and her brother. Which only made them more approachable, at this height, since they were all legs. Nice long legs that he admired, as they shifted closer to sit on his lap.

Above them, loomed the funnily shaped mirrors that lengthened and shortened and flattened the three of them. He stared at the pale eyes, turned grey in the dim light hanging overhead, the backs of their shiny heads, his own serious expression.

“Alright. I guess we can try this.” His hands went to cup their backsides, to pull them closer and make it easier to kiss them. They weighed nothing on his thighs, and he couldn’t recall anything that felt so good as their mouths nipping at his chin and ears. That, and slim hands sliding over his gi to grope him through the dark orange fabric, each of them grabbing half of his stiffening penis. Exchanging open-mouthed kisses with Juuhachigou while her brother began directing his kisses downward.

And that was how his friends found him, as they tore through the roof in a shower of ki and bits of wood and cement.

Their power levels rose higher, and then went downward as they realized what they were seeing.

Krillin could just stare at them, one hand on Juuhachigou’s right breasts and the other on Juunanagou’s slim thigh. “What are you guys doing here?”

“We’re trying to save you,” Future Trunks screamed, sounding like his mind was coming apart. His hands reached for his ruffled pale hair, eyes huge in that tan, drawn face wracked with horror.

“I gave up training to find this?” Vegeta asked, rhetorically. Pissed.

His friends were looking at them. Taking in the sight of everything now that they knew he wasn’t being tortured. At the ridiculous face paint that Juunanagou still wore, along with the giant cowboy hat, and at Juuhachigou, with her increasingly uncomfortable face and balloon hat, and at Krillin, who’d been trying to pull them both closer. And who was currently feeling them up until he slowly removed his hands.

Piccolo looked unusually uncomfortable. “Does this mean we’re still enemies?”

“Well.” The two androids exchanged looks. “We do still plan on killing Goku.”

Juunanagou scratched a cheek. “Other than that, I guess we’re fine? With Krillin, anyway. And maybe some others…”

Trunks took several steps back at the look on Juunanagou’s face.

“It’s in our programming.” Juuhachigou shrugged off the heart-broken expression on Krillin’s face.

“Hey,” the three-eyed fighter asked. “What happened to the big android?”

“Well,” he sputtered, trying for righteousness in front of his disturbed friends. “Then I won’t go out with you.”

Vegeta stood there, almost huddled up and sneering. “Why are you still wearing those hats?”

Pale eyes narrowed. “You’re bluffing.”

Krillin crossed his arms, turning his head away as he’d seen Bulma do many a time with Yamcha. “No! No way am I going out with someone that killed my best friend.”

For all the circuits, the cruelty that she had possessed when beating up his friends, Juuhachigou was starting to crumble. Biting her lower lip, really considering her life and the choices for the future. One in which involved fulfilling Future Trunks’ warning, and the other where she could live a normal life, albeit one that involved her dating a noseless short fighter along with her twin brother, and helping a bunch of vigilantes help regularly save the planet. “Can we at least beat him up?”

“Wanna see our tattoos?” Juunanagou was offering Trunks and Tien.
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