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From Within The Van	By : chroniclyflaming Category: Dragon Ball Z > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 1980 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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From Within The Van

Ok, since I was the first anon to suggest it here goes: I'd like 17/Krillin/18 van sex, with bonus points for Future Trunks joining in (or just causing mayhem). As another anon said, the van's licence plate couldn't be 6969 for nothing!

The fill:

Trunks didn’t know who to blame for what his future was to hold the second he pulled up too short to the van parked outside his mother’s house. It was an unfamiliar, and sickly shade of pale pink. A delivery van of some sort. And with its bumper half hanging off.

He sighed and got out of his car. Well, not even his car. His mom’s. Thank god she had money to pay the company off. How much would it cost, anyway, to replace such a thing? The thing already had a bad dent in the side. Trunks mentally made a note to write down that number on the back that said ‘HOW’S MY RIDING’ on the broken bumper. Just in case.

The half-Saiyan sighed, and looked through the windows for a driver. The glass was a cloudy fogged up mess, and there appeared to be smeared foot and hand prints on the windshield. Politely, confused, he tapped on the window.

There was cursing. Rocking of the van. Then the most hideous thing wiped away the fog on the window and stared at him. Then it waved. All pale horrible dead eyes and tan skin. Too much tan skin. Nudity. There was nudity involved.

Why why why

Juunanagou rolled down the window. You could hear grunts from the back of the van, curses. Sitting there, in the passenger’s seat, naked as the day he probably wasn’t born.

“Hey, there, it’s purple-head. You hear that!” the android yelled behind his shoulder. “Purple-head!”

“Who?”

“Purple…oh god, Trunks?”

The warrior had to take a step back. Krillin. Whywhywhy

“Yeah, he’s right here.”

“Juuhachi—c’mon. Mm. Off. Please. Just for a second. No, I need more underwear. Hand it over.”

Trunks had to listen to all that, and then try to comprehend it. Krillin came to the front of the van, smiling a little sheepishly. Dressed only in a pair of ridiculous bright green shorts that hung off his waist comfortably. He had bites on his side and a disturbing smear of lipstick on his neck and chest, overlaying the scars. “Sorry about that. Did Bulma tell you to tell us to move?”

If he’d been given a gun, he would have happily held it to his head and pulled the trigger. But he didn’t even have his sword. The sword that this thing sitting there and smiling at him happily’s sister had broken. Bastard. Bastards. And what was Krillin doing with them? He tried too hard to see the good in people, which could be admirable and noble, and was so determined to help them that he overlooked their innate terrible nature. What the hell was he doing with them in his underwear, Juunanagou not even in that much, that would have the glass getting all fogged up?

Fighting, yelling, talking. That was so totally like Krillin, to try and rehabilitate such horrible monsters like that. The naked thing though, that was strange.

“What exactly are you guys doing?”

“Each other,” Juunanagou informed him, totally pleased.

Krillin went five shades of red. “Well, hehe, not exactly. Right now. Um.”

“Details.” The dark-haired android waved his words aside. “Purple-head?” He sounded concerned.

Trunks had to lean against the van, hands safely clutching the side door for support. He was seeing bright fuzzy dots flying around his eyes. God. This was just too much. A penis. He had seen Juunanagou’s penis. One of the android’s genitals. God.

“You okay?”

“Trunks?”

“I think he needs someplace to lie down.”

Which, right there, just proved how horrible the androids really were, no matter how they’d somehow roped Krillin into thinking they were normal and healthy enough to waste his time and emotions on them. He deserved so much better. Look how nice the guy was, all concerned and getting out of the steamed up van in his underwear to check on him. Thank god it was night, or the neighbors would all be staring at them in horror.

Krillin thoughtfully helped him into the van, to the cursing of the female android who had to hurry to pull her jeans and shirt on and grab her bra and underwear away from the pile of clothes that the short fighter was using as a pillow for Trunk’s head. For a disorienting moment, he was back at his old home with his mother tucking him in. The other man even pushed back his fringe to check his temperature.

“Damnit, Krillin, warn us before you bring some crazy man into the van.”

“Why, you didn’t warn me about Juunanagou?” He was smiling at the cyborg. Sweetly, so much better than she merited. And she smiled back at him, underclothes in her lap forgotten. Trunks forgotten as they kissed affectionately and made the half-Saiyan’s eyes roll. There was carpeting back here that smelled of sweet pine needles, something sharp and tangy, and sweat.

--Was Juuhachigou smirking at him while Krillin separate himself from her grasp? Her hand went to his neck, rubbing. A clear threat.

My god, were they holding him hostage?

Yes, that explained everything. Except the being naked thing. And Juunanagou was still naked, crawling back here and trying to pet Trunks, not unlike what Krillin had done. Only completely unwanted. Trunks fought him off, trying not to stare at the android’s lap.

Krillin was sitting comfortably in the corner, smiling a little bashfully. “You okay, man?”

“I’ve been better.”

Juuhachigou was staring at him, unimpressed. The one that was supposedly so decent and angelic to steal Krillin’s heart. She of course was a monster that had beaten him and his father an inch from death, but was the one that was held as an example as the good one. To be perfectly fair, she wasn’t as awful as her future counterpart since as far as Trunks knew, no genocide in her past. But it was still all in here, hidden beneath the cool look and teasing smiles at Krillin. She was just as capable of evil as the androids from his timeline.

And she, she was the comparatively good one.

Her brother was even worse. Looking at Trunks, just entertained by everything he did. Eyes following his every moment. Smiling at his face like they were old friends.

The blonde one was gathering small white papers of some sort, and shoving them into a small wooden box, shaking her head. “So, what, is he joining us? Because I didn’t agree to that.”

Was…was that a smirk on Krillin’s face? His voice was all nasally sweetness. “Aw, c’mon, honey bunny—“

“Don’t call me that!”

“‘Hachi, please? Then Juunanagou could stop always jumping in.”

“Hey, you love it when I jump in.”

“Not when you literally jump onto me and demand that I start—“

“What the hell IS THIS!?” He didn’t understand that he’d been screaming until everyone else in the van looked at him, alarmed.

“Oh. We have an arrangement. We share Krillin.” Juunanagou shrugged skinny bare shoulders.

“It’s not really a big deal.” She was practically looking down her nose at him, with scorn. With scorn. For him.

“Yeah, cause you’re not the one getting jumped.”

“And it’s none of your business, purple-head, now get out.”

“No! No way am I leaving you here with Krillin.”

“Why, what, you want him all to yourself?”

Those dead blue eyes were sparkling. “So, can we keep him?”

“Can we, Juu, please?”

Unbelievably, the paler android was blushing at Krillin, who stared at her with an adoring smile. She leaned towards him. “But he looks like Vegeta.”

His father’s name, the image that it conjured up, the concept that his sire might find out that he was in a van with a naked android, brought sanity rushing back in a scream. “What is this!? Why are you doing this!? With them!”

Krillin shrugged, while the twin monsters to either side of him looked offended. “Oh, you know, stuff happens. Snowballs.”

He gestured franticly. “B-but, them! Them!”

“I know, I know. But they’re nice. Deep down.”

“…and, him. Juunanagou?” Trunks pointed at the naked cyborg.

The smaller man filled his cheeks with air and slowly blew them out. “I’ve come to grips with all that. I’m…whatever--”

“Bi-curious.”

“Whatever. I’m okay with that.”

His despairing voice echoed. “With him though?”

“Yeah. He’s not that bad. Once you get to know him.”

“…I’d like to leave now.”

Krillin looks sad. “Well, if you want to.”

But how could he in good consciousness leave the poor guy here, alone, in his underwear, and with one android naked, and the other looking ready to kill him just for looking at Krillin. Just rip the eyes out of his skull. The other Juuhachigou was known for that sort of thing. Whatever the short fighter said, that was clearly a lie/misunderstanding. He had no idea what they were capable of. They had tricked him into doing this, and he had no way of backing out. ‘Coming to grips,’ sure.

“I can’t exactly force you to stay…”

He just didn’t understand how dangerous they were.

Trunks hesitate.

“Aw, I think he wants to stick around.” There was nothing more terrible than Juunanagou’s smile. No, wait, there was: his penis. His twitching penis that he would do something absolutely horrible with. Possibly to poor, poor Krillin. Uuugh.

Juuhachigou remained indignant. “I did not agree to this at all. It’s bad enough he’s here,” she motioned furiously to her twin brother, who was smirking at Trunks.

“And now you want someone else to join in? Where’s the line, Krillin? Are you going to have all your stupid little friends jump into this van.”

“Oh, can you?” Juunanagou looked so happy. That’s what killed him, the happiness. “Would they go for that?”

“Er, I don’t think so.”

“God I hope not.”

“I call dibs on the big one. Not the green or bald big one either. You can have those two, Krillin.”

“Tien’s not really my type.”

There was a three second pause as they all absorbed that, then everyone went to look at Krillin. Whose head was covered with a fine short layer of black fuzz, that he rubbed at everyone’s disturbed stares while nervously laughing. It seemed a bad omen that he was willing to his his trademark baldness go. For them.

The blonde android turned her suspicious glare on him. “Moving on.”

“Yeah. Let’s.” Juunanagou shook his head, but without any fury. Like, what the hell could you do with someone this broken?

Trunks could actually feel a breakdown on the horizon. The end of the line, as far as his sanity was concerned, just looming ahead. He’d always thought Krillin was one of his mom’s (and maybe even his own, if he stopped to consider it) normal friends. The one that had wanted a sane life that involved a wife and kid. Something that hadn’t happened because of these two, in the future. Something that wasn’t happening now because of them.

She was still glaring at him. “Anyway. Anyway. I don’t want any more people in here. At the least, it’s probably a fire hazard.”

--“You guys aren’t setting fires in here, are you?”

“You’re kinda outvoted, here, Juu.” He tried to take her hand, to reassure her. Ignoring Trunks entirely.

“Stop grabbing at me. You had the chance for all that. But you threw it away when you pushed me off and went for purple-head.”

“I didn’t like that position either way. Too focused on you two.”

“Well,” Krillin was giggling. “Why did you put those numbers on the license plate?”

“I told you, the previous owner—“

“But, now we can all do that! Like the license plate commands us to.”

Juuhachigou was all wearily looking at her twin. “Fine. If it gets you away from us.” She flicked her fingers at Trunks. Very much similar to how dictators would decide who was to be horribly murdered and fed to dinosaurs. “Have at it.”

Krillin, may he live another hundred years, went “Wait, wait, hang on—“

“Oh god, don’t tell me you want a crack at him too.”

“Wha—no!”

The feeling beneath the terror of possibly being used like a, like one of those creepy sex dolls with the blank staring eyes, took Trunks a long time to understand. Why would disappointment have bubbled up right then? But if you started questioning things, why any of this?

“But Trunks, he needs a moment to adjust to all this. He hasn’t even said he wanted to do anything.”

“Lots of foreplay. Got it.”

Krillin grabbed Juunanagou’s elbow, holding him back. “Wait, wait.”

“Aw, c’mon. You’re messing up my night.”

“Like you haven’t been doing that to me for the past month,” the paler cyborg muttered. She was sitting with her head in her palm, bored, but still angry at Trunks for being…there, he guessed. Maybe something with his hair too.

--A month. Wait. A month? They’d been doing this for a month?

“You have to be polite about this.”

“Why? You like it when we’re a little rough.”

He squirmed, but didn’t let up. “Sure, but I don’t think would like that. If he even likes you.”

“He loves me!” Juunanagou held his arms out, expected a big hug. All the moisture left Trunks’ mouth and was seeping from beneath his armpits and down his back. “Right, buddy?”

“Yes, he’s agape with joy.” Juuhachigou reached over with one hand for Krillin, yanking him over to her by his underwear. Trunks got a brief, alarming glimpse of white skin and dark pubic hair before Juunanagou threw himself on the purple-haired man.

Trunks was stronger than him, he reminded himself, able to crush his head in one fist. Easily. So there was no reason why he should be hyperventilating over the guy resting his head on his shoulder, almost nuzzling his cheek and hair. This was not how the androids were supposed to act, at all. At all.

But they’d always been a little odder than the other murderous psychos from his timeline. Less slaughtering and more just beating up.

“Juunana, I told you, go easy on the guy.”

“I am! Why don’t you just go back to messing around with her?”

“That’s the best idea you’ve ever had.” Like a cat, she stroked the small man’s short hair. Trying and failing to wind her fingers around a strand. Happily, he closed his eyes and leaned closer towards her. Trunks was almost jealous, of their apparent happiness and peace. They looked like a normal couple.

All he had was a groping android sneaking a hand beneath his jacket to poke and prod at his chest. “You’re in such good shape. How many pushups can you do? I bet it’s a lot.” It would have been foolish, creepy affectionate ramblings of a twelve-year-old, until you noticed the smirk playing at his mouth. The knowingness in his eyes. He knew what he was doing and what you were thinking, and he wanted you thinking exactly what you were…thinking. Five steps ahead of you at all time.

“You know,” his voice cracked. “I destroyed the other androids from my timeline.”

“..wha?”

Juuhachigou lifted her head from messing with Krillin’s ear to glare at him. She really hated him. And his hair. “What are you talking about?”

“Blew them up. To bits and pieces. There was not enough to bury.”

“Good for you.” The male android was tracing up his abdominals to a nipple, his hands dark against Trunk’s black undershirt. “Say, Krillin, maybe next time mention something about your friends having schizophrenia?”

“I do not! Stop touching me!”

“Well, what the hell are you doing in here, if you didn’t want to be touched? You knew what we were doing in here, what we wanted to do to you, so why the hell are you here if you didn’t want to participate?”

“I didn’t want to do anything with him. And I knew there was something wrong with him from the get go.”

“Everyone, calm down.”

“Says you.” Muscles, lean on a skinny frame, tensed. “You’re getting laid tonight!”

The short fighter seemed unable to not smirk. “Aw, Juunanagou, just relax.”

“Goddamnit, I’m sick of being the third-wheel to you two. You two are being all,” he flicked his fingers at them, disgusted. “Lovey-dovey. It’s disgusting. And not what we agreed to, by the way, Juuhachigou.”

She shrugged, hand on Krillin’s shoulder. “Stuff happens.”

Trunks was aghast. “Wait, if you two are a couple, then why is he there?”

The female android was shifting to defensive mode. “We’re not exactly a couple—“

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” Juunanagou nodded. “Just give me my pants, a condom, and that big guy’s address. That’s all I need. And maybe the box.”

That box that Juuhachigou had been putting papers in. Trunks was both curious and repelled by it, as though it were a trinket made of human flesh. What was in there? Anything, really.

“You’ve have a better time with beer—no, no, just sit down.” Krillin waved them all in closer. Then grinned foolishly when Juuhachigou rested her head on his shoulder. Kissed her forehead in return and acted like he’d been blessed by the gods. The only real-life version of Stockholm’s Trunks had ever seen.

“We should all be the same page here.” Krillin patted the androids’ heads fondly. “They can be a little overwhelming at first.”

“Don’t act like we’re animals.”

“Yeah, you’re the one with the collar.”

“Puppy.”

“Mm, c’mere, puppy.”

“Hey, you already have him. Leave Krillin alone.” There was nothing besides possessiveness in the way she traced a line from Krillin’s bellybutton to the elastic waistband of his boxers.

“You know, ironically, it was you ‘Hachi, who was all afraid of Krillin getting attached. Shoving him out the bed so he wouldn’t cuddle with you. Calling him names that are now signs of affection. You hardly insult him anymore.”

“--He grew on me, okay!”

“Now, look at how the worm has turned.”

Krillin was struggling not to laugh. “I don’t think that’s the right phrase, Juunana.”

“You stay out of this. You helped ruin everything.”

“Ruin what?”

“You kept acting all nice to her. You were supposed to scream at her.”

“Oh, he does,” Juuhachigou assured her brother.

He could not remember being so uncomfortable on such a level that didn’t involve physical pain. Finding his mother’s porn stash on the computer, when his Mom took him aside to tell him that Missus Son was not being ‘helpful’ when she told him to free to take his shirt off when he was weeding her backyard, waking up the Hyperbolic Time Chamber to hear his father having some quite-possibly dirty dream about his mother, walking in on Gohan wearing a superhero costume and masturbating to himself in the mirror. The time he’d gone out with a camera, trying to get a picture of the androids to bring back to Goku and the others, only to have them laugh and pose, making awful little comments about what a pervert he was and what he would do with poor Gohan…before beating him within an inch of his life and breaking his camera, leaving the film to flutter in a pool of his own blood. These were their own moment of exquisite pain.

“See. Togetherness. Soon they’re be an announcement of engagement, then the big wedding ceremony. Then the babies.”

“Shut up! I’m not doing any of that crap. I’m just okay with the no-longer-sharing factor. And less upset over the spooning.”

“And the finishing each other’s sentences, the hand-holding—you think I didn’t see the hand holding?”

“One time! I was just curious! And drunk.”

“But did you like it!?”

“…it was tolerable.”

“I knew it! See, everything’s going to hell!”

“But now there’s Trunks. Provided he wants to do anything with you. But you and him can go and hold hands and do all that.”

Trunks nearly slapped Krillin. “What, no, no, please.”

“There’s no reason you should be ashamed to be here, Trunks.” There was a determined look with a squared clean-shaved jaw tightening, a fierce look to his dark eyes. The only one without blue eyes, Trunks thought inanely. “You don’t have to hide your feelings.”

“What, I’m not! I’m totally upfront about my revulsion to these two.”

The male android was digging through the clothes pile around, grabbing a shirt that didn’t belong to him and a pair of jeans. “Yeah, I’m through here. I’m headed out. For the big guy’s house. Or not. Either way.”

Juuhachigou was sighing, in relief that Trunks also felt a fair share of. “Finally. Just give him the address, Krillin.”

“No! Sit down. Put down the clothes. Everything’s cool. You don’t need to rush out to mess with more of my friends.”

“Believe it or not, even with the never aging thing, I’d prefer not to waste more time here.”

“No one’s wasting time!” Krillin gently pushed Juuhachigou away, something that nearly made her eyes glow red. She would murder Krillin first, then her brother. And Capsule Corp, if Trunks didn’t stop her in time. Stronger than them. He was much stronger than these two. “Trunks is just confused.”

“No, I’m not.”

“And in denial.”

“I am not!”

“Then why did you get in the van?” It was rare to see Juunanagou so angry, rather than bored or vaguely amused. “Why did you get in the van?!”

“I didn’t know! That’s why!”

He was shaking his dark head. “I bet the rest of Krillin’s friends aren’t this stupid.”

“Well…” Juuhachigou was trying to scoot closer to Krillin. “I wouldn’t go that far. But they probably wouldn’t just get into this van unless we said there was a dying puppy in here, or something.”

Juunanagou looked at her sourly. “And all it took to get Krillin in here was mention of you.”

She shrugged. “He has decent taste, what can I say.”

Trunks understood that they weren’t exactly talking about that, but still, his mind went to that and left him shuddering and drawing attention on himself.

“He’s so in the closet.”

“Maybe you’re just not his thing, Juunana.” It was bizarre to have one of the androids defending him. He could hear, like an auditory hallucination, Juuhachigou and Juunanagou mocking him, asking him if he’d become so desperate after his beloved Master had died that now he was coming onto them. Because they weren’t going to do all the depraved things he would do, like the clear sub/dom thing, the cries for his ‘master,’ the blonde thing, and they didn’t even want to know what that sword was used for. All of which would drive him into a mad rage of violence that the androids would quickly end. “Either way, I want you both gone.”

“Look, I just want us all to get along.”

“Sexually?”

“…that too.”

“I’m willing to accept having my brother here, to some degree, but why do you have to drag some reluctant weirdo in here? What are you trying to accomplish, Krillin?”

“I want us all to be friends, is all.”

Juuhachigou remained unconvinced. “You want some fucked-up orgy to happen, don’t you? You got a taste for weird sex, and now—“

“What? Haha, it’s not like that at all. I don’t even want to watch Juunana and Trunks go at it,” he grabbed her hand, thumb running over her knuckles. “But we should get along.”

She wasn’t listening to him, muttering to herself grimly, “We ruined you, didn’t we.”

Krillin was pushing himself against her, trying to nuzzle her. “You’re the best thing in my life. The best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“We unleashed a monster.”

“Everyone deserves to meet someone and be happy. Trunks—“

“No. Please. I’m, well, not into androids.”

“The thing to do, is to just remember that these aren’t the crazy sadistic androids from your timeline.”

Juuhachigou casually leaned forward to nip at his neck and make him cringe happily. “Hey.” He totally missed the threatening look the blonde android sent at Trunks. He cupped the back of her head, running his fingers lightly through her hair.

“See, this is nice. And you’re a nice guy, Trunks. You deserve—ah, Juuhachigou, don’t bite so hard.“ But he looked so happy to be there and to be bitten.

Juunanagou was looking at him from the corner of the van, clearly unimpressed. “I’m starting to think I can do better than some uptight closet case with bad hair.”

“I thought you liked his hair?”

The android shrugged. “Think I’m into brunettes now.”

“But he looks all exotic.”

Krillin was trying to sell him to Juunanagou. Trying to convince the sullen cyborg to give him, Trunks, a chance. And while Juuhachigou was sliding a hand down the back of his boxers.

There was some blow to his confidence there. The android thought himself too good for Trunks—no, no, he was happy and grateful and felt bad for their next victim. He would have destroyed them already, but having screwed up sex with consenting adults wasn’t really a crime, so long as you didn’t have to watch it. The door to the van was right there, just out of easy reach. He could crawl over to it, yank open the doors and be released out the back into the cool night air. Walk to Capsule Corp and act like he’d never seen anything.

In time, this would all fade until it only haunted the particularly bad nightmares.

“I don’t mind a little work, but this guy needs years of therapy that I cannot offer.”

“To be fair, most of Krillin’s friends are the same way.” Big talk from the woman squeezing her boyfriend’s ass, even if she wouldn’t admit to even liking him very much.

Krillin seemed determined to ignore that. To ignore Juuhachigou on the whole, which only spurned her on further. Trunks could have warned him that it was a bad idea to act like these two didn’t exist. “You two would make great friends, if you just got over the whole…homicidal androids from your timeline thing, Trunks.”

“Do you have any idea of the horrible things they did!?”

“Yeah, but not these two. These two are harmless.”

“They beat up your friends and tried to kill Goku!”

“Everyone tries to kill Goku. Including your Dad. And probably your Mom.”

A low blow. Vegeta was…Vegeta. But his father was honorable in his own way, and after seeing them living together, it was obvious the Saiyan cared for his wife and child. When you watched the man eat cereal and struggle to open the milk container, it was hard to think of him as a cruel murderous space pirate. These two…well, wanting Krillin to herself wasn’t really a sign of healthy affection, and trying to start an--an orgy was nowhere near the realm of normalcy.

And Bulma could okay, be unforgiving. That didn’t mean she was an insane homicidal maniac—even if she may or may not know what was happening in this van parked outside her house. Trunks wasn’t entire sure either way. But still, she wasn’t as bad as the androids.

‘Friends,’ sure. Krillin could be ‘friends’ with all the androids he wanted, but Trunks refused to have any part in this massacre. The shorter man could have them both, and hopefully they wouldn’t move onto others and ruin them as well. Poor Krillin, but he seemed to be enjoying them and for society’s good they should just stick to him. Stick it to him. Uuuuugh.

“And so they beat us up. We get into fights. There was no lasting harm.”

“Except to my clothes,” Juuhachigou reminded him.

“I thought you looked nice like that.” Krillin was straight up leering at her.

“I think I’d really like to leave now.”

“Then get out,” the blonde android snapped, not even looking away from the brunette she seemed so fascinated in. That she had totally ruined.

“Yeah, I’m voting that you get the hell out of this van, purple-head.”

“No, no, I’m voting that he stays!”

“Well, you’re still outvoted, two to one.”

“Trunks…” Krillin looked up at him with big dark shiny eyes. “You wanna stay, right? Please?”

That look was the reason why the androids were in this van. Why, for a whole month, that had been doing this besides their growing unease and doubts. Which was troubling. Yet how could he look at that defenseless round face and just leave the guy? He didn’t have to do anything. He could just sit there and watch this entire mess fall to pieces and implode as the androids grew sick of their arrangement. “I guess, if you want me to.”

“Awesome!”

Mockingly, Juunanagou threw his hands up. “Yay. Another person to sit around and complain about me while refusing to share Krillin.”

But Krillin was giving him a high-five, saying that he had always known Trunks to be reasonable, sane, and even-handed. A phrase that made everyone stare at him.

“How about this, you can just sit there until you get comfortable enough to join in?”

“Hey, I never said I was going to do anything.”

But then Krillin was grabbing Juunanagou around the hips and kissing him, while Juuhachigou made a hideous face and dragged her non-boyfriend closer. This is what Krillin did, who knows how many nights/days, for a month. He was regularly pinned by these two, fought over, had to watch them shove each over who would get him first. Had to watch Juuhachigou undress and grab at him, Juunanagou pull his shorts off, both desperate for any inch of his pale skin. Was he smirking?

They swarmed over him, and his mind went to metaphors. They were using him as thoughtlessly as they’d used Earth as their playground and humans as playthings to destroy. Only Krillin was obviously responding back, licking eager between Juuhachigou’s legs, while her brother touched both Krillin’s penis, and his own.

“I killed Juuhachigou first. Then her brother. They didn’t understand what was happening, until it was too late.”

They all stopped. His voice was light and conversational. “I destroy Juuhachigou first, with an energy blast.”

“Uh. Okay.”

“But even after that, Juunanagou still didn’t seem to understand that he was beaten.”

“He’s giving a speech now, isn’t he? I sense a speech on the horizon.”

Krillin was staring up at the ceiling, the only keeping his mouth shut. His face closed up and mind hidden.

“I killed him next.”

Juuhachigou was pushing aside someone’s sneakers. In the dim yellow overhead light, naked, she looked like something from a sleazy movie. “Um. Apparently not.”

“Seriously. What’s wrong with you? Is this some sort of code? A defense mechanism? No, some sort of programming code! Yeah.” Juunanagou leaned forward very seriously. “Are you a robot, purple-head?”

“He’s just trying to scare us. And since we’re asking questions, what the hell’s up with the sword?”

“And who’s your Dad?”

“And what’s with the gold-hair thing?”

“There’s nothing up with the sword! Or the gold-hair-thing! Nothing!”

“Trunks, calm down.” Krillin was sitting up and scooting over to him. Helplessly, Trunks had to stare at Juuhachigou’s frozen furious face. Her twin had his slim eyebrows raised, that smirk that everyone in this van knew too well. “It’s okay.”

The shorter man was just overflowing with compassion. All sad eyes and nudity. It was harder to not look at his lap than Juunanagou’s, because his eyes would burn with pain at staring at the android. But Krillin was his friend. His naked friend. With something close to longing, he remembered how Krillin had complained about Juunanagou being creepy.

What had happened to change all that? He would have burned Juuhachigou at the stake for that (or, in general) but she didn’t seem to appreciate her brother’s presence either. Somehow, the darker machine had crawl his way into Krillin’s…he didn’t know which organ, heart or brain or penis, was less frightening. Better for him to hold and cuddle up to her Juuhachigou, though Trunks hated and despised her as his least favorite woman on the planet. Because her brother was so much worse. He was the one to always play with his prey and draw out their deaths. At least Juuhachigou would get it over with quickly.

Krillin was touching his arm, warm in the night air. Distantly, Trunks wondered if the van had automatic heating.

“I don’t want to touch those two, Krillin.”

“You don’t have to.”

Juunanagou fell backwards, disgusted, and hitting his head against the side of the van. Crossing his arms and looking away. The penis between the skinny legs clearly deciding that it could do better and would have no part in this. Was it insanity, some latent mental disorder (schizophrenia) that made him want to glare at the android’s genitals for their disinterest?

The other Juunanagou had constantly teased him before trying to kick his face in. He would have loved being in this van, naked, before a hesitant Trunks. And Juuhachigou might not have looked at him with such disdain, and would usually make some quip about running such a pretty whatever before launching another blow at him. Strange, to stop and realize that such being, literally programmed with the same software, could be so different and have different taste in whom they attacked.

Juuhachigou was reaching out to playfully to grab at him. Juunanagou was the bored higher-than-all-this one, just watching them patiently amused.

…then again, who knows what they might have done to poor Future Krillin?

Trunks really had to step back and reexamine what may have happened in his timeline. He and his mother and Gohan had pieced together what exactly had killed the other fighters, but well, if Krillin had died a painful humiliating death from these two, they wouldn’t have told him that would they? He’d been a kid.

Krillin was smiling, slapping away Juuhachigou’s hands. “You could do whatever you want. We won’t hold you to anything.”

“Anything?”

“Because I think Juuhachigou would, not that I want to touch her, but she looks ready to kill me every time I look at you.”

His friend was blushing a little, glancing behind him. “Aw, she won’t mind so much. After all she let her brother do—“

“Hey, goddamnit, he refused to leave.” She gave a unhappy narrowed look to her twin. “And I thought the entire purpose of having him here was to distract my brother?”

“Well, I don’t know. That doesn’t seem to be working.”

“So.” Her voice was colder than her eyes. “I now have to share you with Juunanagou, and purple-head?”

Krillin was searching for the right words. “Could you just chalk this up to karmic revenge for beating up my friends?”

“No! Bastard! I’m not sharing you anymore.”

Juunanagou was stretching, reaching for his knees. “Mm, so, me and the sword-waving stranger should just go then? You’re kicking us out?”

“Yes. Get out now.”

“Leaving your poor little brother out in the cold, with some weirdo who enjoys killing androids and has a rage problem.”

“Better you than me.”

“Trunks.” Krillin was staring at him seriously. “It’s important for these two to have connections with people. They don’t have anyone else--”

“Jerk.”

“--Besides us. We need to fill that void--”

“Heh.”

“—and be there for them,” Krillin finished, still shoving Juuhachigou’s hands that were trying to have voids filled and have Krillin definitely be there, right there, for her. The windows were still rather steamy. Anyone looking at the van from the outside could draw easy conclusions that couldn’t entirely be denied.

“And you do this, all of that caring and connecting, by having sex with them?”

“…Yes.”

“You’re such a martyr.” Trunks couldn’t tell how sarcastic he was being.

Krillin was smiling a little, looking down at his knees. “Well, we all try to help the world in our own way…”

“This will definitely get you to heaven, I’m sure.”

“Oh, definitely. Right on through.”

Juuhachigou grabbed an ear. Trunks did his best to stare away from all the skin. “I thought you were going to say something about already being there.”

“Mm, not at the exact moment.” Krillin was smiling up at her.

“There are easier ways to get me to sleep with you than doing all this.”

“I know that. But I didn’t, when we first met, have any idea about the whole-weird-mustard-and-abs thing you had going for me, Juuhachigou.”

Her cheeks nearly glowed, and she made some dismissing choking noise. “Shut up. That was one time. And it was a disappointment.”

Behind them, Juunanagou was rolling his eyes and making a rude up-down gesture with his hand that absurdly made Trunks almost laugh. Krillin and Juuhachigou were obviously a couple, though arguably a screwed up one. And Juunanagou was soon to be phased out and left…alone. Unfairly, really, since it wasn’t like the guy was some murder that deserved to be thrown out of the van like Juuhachigou wanted. Sure, get rid of your brother when you were trying to get laid or whatever, but at least have some respect about it.

If nothing else, the androids deserved it for how much damage they could wreak on the world. Krillin was maybe joking about being a martyr, but he definitely had a point on keeping them sane and healthy and fond of the planet. Gohan and Vegeta and Piccolo (and Trunks himself) could defeat them handily enough, but why even the situation to occur. Avoid the entire possibility of them hurting anyone else by making them happy.

And Krillin himself wasn’t exactly looking displeased, mumbling something to Juuhachigou meant for her ears only that had Juunanagou grimacing and rubbing his head. Weighing his options, the android was doing. Feeling, perhaps, abandoned.

He didn’t really look all that scary or intimidating naked and on his back.

Just some guy without clothes and a stupid name. There were times when even Trunks fit that description. He thought, broadly, on desires that hadn’t very acted upon or fully acknowledged, of jokes that had kernels of truth in them, of impulses that were rejected and left to rot deep inside until they finally burst in a sickening wave of old lust and adrenaline that drove him to leap across the van to pin Juunanagou.

He couldn’t understand why the smaller man was wincing and why Krillin was telling him gently to calm down a little and Juuhachigou from the corner of his eye was shaking her head and informing her boyfriend that she known he was insane from the start. No one fully sane could just sit in a van and argue with people he so obviously wanted to sleep with out of an orgy. To say nothing of the cowardice and selfishness of such acts.

Trunks was yanking his belt off, trying not to growl aloud about ‘selfishness.’ Show her who was a coward. She couldn’t even admit to liking Krillin, who was such a nice guy willing to take one for the entire planet and sleep with her. Because maybe that’s exactly why he was so nice, to get her to not be so crazy. It nearly made him laugh, to think she was unknowingly being led about like that. But then Juunanagou was grabbing his hips and trying to hold him still, and that was not acceptable.

He grabbed a handful of dark hair, disturbed by the silky feeling of it. Nothing at all like snake skin. “Who said you had a say in any of this?”

“Oh. Oh wow.”

Krillin was blinking. “Trunks, buddy.”

“And you too.” He paused, trying not to let his sanity speak up. He could feel his ki spiking upward, and tried to control it. Aside from it worrying the other fighters, possibly, he didn’t want any damage to happen to the van that would hide all this. “Get over here.”

“Heh, what, me?”

“Yes.” It was hard not to blush, and now there were creeping fears of not being able to perform, able not being able to compare to the others since he’d never really compared that area to others guys, and how Juuhachigou would laugh at them all if he fucked up. Juunanagou was smirking up at him, tan hairless and pinned helpless. Trunks wanted desperately to wipe that look off his face. “Why don’t you show me how you won these two over?”

He looked so stunned, it was almost funny. Endearing, even, a little. Juuhachigou was gritting her teeth. Murder in those pale eyes. None of that cheery admiration of her brother. Trunks took nearly as much pleasure in her fury as he did in the other’s man trembling nervous kiss. His first ever, unless getting smashing into walls headfirst counted as anything.

“Fine!” She was hissing. “Fine! I like him, the cuddling and stupid jokes and, and the hand-holding, fine. Do you hear me?”

Trunks was unable to hide his smirk, knowing that nothing hated the androids more than to be the ones mocked. Krillin was shivering over the hand sliding down his stomach, tensed and waiting. Bigger than Juunanagou, and more responsive. He’d never done anything like this even in the darkest, deepest fantasies that had involved him with on his knees before more than one person, fantasies now rendered faded and tame just because there hadn’t been any of his most hated enemies (or reasonable facsimile) involved. “Oh, yes, I do.”

“Asshole!” Juuhachigou grabbed for Krillin’s back, coming up behind him to wrap an arm around his neck and shove a head into his shoulder. She looked almost like an innocent girl, trying to get her guy’s attention, and that was when Trunks’ hand slid down to wrap around the other man’s growing erection. The pale cyborg began kissing his neck, nipping at the skin, never losing her hateful stare. Juunanagou, feeling left out probably, tentatively tried bringing his hips up and pull Trunks down by his shirt.

“Stop that.” Trunks made a threatening gesture down at the slimmer man, one that made the android laugh.

“I bet the big guy wouldn’t be doing this.”

“No, he definitely doesn’t seem the type—but I thought you preferred to be in charge?”

“Sometimes it’s nice to change things up.” Juunanagou gave a one-shouldered shrug. “Right Trunks? You don’t do this a lot, do you? Get into stranger’s cars, pin them down after a frustrating long time teasing them, threaten to slap them when they fight back…?”

“I didn’t threaten to slap you.”

“And probably with your—“

“So what? Just let him do it. That’s what you wanted, anyway.” There was an undercurrent of building discomfort in her voice, beneath the anger. ‘So he won’t do it to Krillin’ was the obvious sentiment.

Krillin was fine with all this, if a little shy. Or perhaps just enjoying being shoved between a friend and a girlfriend. Smiles of a Buddhist monk in a state of Zen. “It’s nice to feel wanted.”

His hair was sticking to his forehead, and he wasn’t too sure what to do from here besides hold Juunanagou down. Krillin was dragging Juuhachigou forward, and pulling off his shirt, making little noises of admiration that made the blonde girl copy her brother by smacking her head against the nearby door of the van. Not even her future counterpart had looked so strained, even when Trunks had been beating her in a fight.

His friend poked his side. “Hey, hey, can you do the Super Saiyan thing?”

“The gold-thing?” Juuhachigou sounded appalled.

Juunanagou tried struggling beneath the half-Saiyan. “No, leave him like this. No more blondes.”

“I agree. Let’s just all calm down here. If you do that, someone might sense you--”

“Which level? Just basic Super Saiyan?” Trunks asked Krillin.

There were official titles for the plateaus, but his father’s lectures had all left his head. How that had been the moments when Vegeta would actually say more than two words to him, going on and on about the legendary Saiyan race and all they’d had. Always after a grueling session of training that combined with the lecture, forced Trunks to learn to sleep with his eyes open.

“Yeah, you know, whatever feels comfortable. Not, uh, that really big huge version. Cause that forms kinda scary.”

“Sure.” It felt wrong though, to power up and not to fight or even train. Maybe this was Goku and Gohan had felt, when they’d come from the Hyperbolic Time Chamber and permanently Super Saiyan? Yes, this was just more training, of a different kind. And Krillin was definitely just here to develop connections with them that would prevent them from wrecking the world. And the androids themselves weren’t necessarily bad people, since would truly evil sociopaths look so confused and lost. Trunks allowed himself to believe all this, and let Krillin take his pants off.

“I’m really getting the irony to your name, right, now.” Juunanagou was trying to distant amusement again.

“At least he wore some,” Krillin muttered at the android, ignoring his girlfriend pouting like he’d forgotten their anniversary.

“Who even gave you such a ridiculous name?”

“At least I have one,” Trunks shot off over his shoulder. Juunanagou was writhing around beneath him until Trunks put a hand nearly over his neck.

“Not into breathe play!”

Krillin imitated the pale android by biting at his back, only his touch was harmless. “Man, you look even bigger than you did when you left.”

“I’ve still been training.” Stupidly, he was trying not to blush, even as his hand tightened around Juunanagou’s throat. The brunette man was helping him out of his underwear, cooing a little at the skin revealed.

“I’ve never been with a guy, you know, in such good shape.”

“…hey.”

“Um. Thanks.”

“Oh god.” Juuhachigou was disgusted. “The carpets match the drapes.”

“Huh. That’s funny. What with Goku not having any body hair, I’ve never seen that before.”

“You’ve seen Goku naked?” The exuberance in his voice only seemed to sicken the other androids.

“Oh, here it goes.” The darker android croaked.

“Damnit, we were modified to kill Goku, not to play second string to him with his boyfriends.”

“We never dated Goku!” Trunks and Krillin protested, sharing sheepish, understanding grins.

“Okay. This is getting disturbing.” Juuhachigou rubbed at the side of her face, not even responding to Krillin kissing her arm and trying to draw her closer. Her brother was doing some tag-out thing to Trunks, like they were wrestling and he wanted to stop. The demi-Saiyan just smiled down at him. He really liked the pale nervous look on Juunanagou. It suited him.

“Oh, now you want me?”

Krillin ignored that. “Look, I just want to remind you that I’m not going to drive after this. Do you two understand? Last time, I passed out behind the wheel. You can’t do this stuff to me, and expect me to be well enough to drive.”

“Fine Krillin. Just shut up.”

The van was full of sparks, from his rising ki level. Especially when Juuhachigou had her claws in Krillin, and was blatantly making out with him while glaring at Trunks. Until Krillin did something with his hands that Trunks wasn’t able to easily see that made her eyes flutter shut and her to begin muttering curses at him. Krillin’s giggles solved nothing.

Juunanagou grabbed at his arm. “C’mon. I can’t work this way.”

There seemed to be a funny smell in the air that along with Krillin’s sneaky hand that slid onto his lap, drove him kind of…out of it for awhile. Just turned his head off like he was doing another set of reps and he would just let his body take over.

“Whose hand is that?”

“Who cares?”

“…I do?”

There were brief flashes of consciousness, like when Juunanagou kept screaming for Krillin to make him, Trunks, use lube. And then Krillin laughed almost cruelly before handing over a sticky bottle that smelled of cherries. Someone pulling at his now blonde hair, then someone else scratching his back while someone tugged and clawed at his hand. All of which he noticed in a distant manner, unable to focus on anything but his penis and where it was sheathed. And even then, only to the point of bringing his hips against the mewling, squirming android, not caring what the other man was experiencing.

Possibly pain, which only occurred to him after Krillin had, to Juuhachigou’s complaints, pulled out of her to Trunks’ demands that he get a chance to taste the other man, ignoring everything but the damp warm cock shoved in his mouth. Tasting him and Juuhachigou, which was the closest he’d ever been to a woman, and trying not to think about that. Until Krillin was sliding out to finish on Trunks’ already sweat-dampened back.

Which made him now realize the wetness on his stomach and blankness to Juunanagou’s face that made him horrified for a second that he’d killed the smaller guy, and could you even bring someone back after such an event? But then the washed out eyes were blinking at him, eyebrows raised, going “Aren’t you done yet? Jeez, everyone’s done already, get off me. I bet you were thinking of Goku the entire time.

“Yeah. You totally were. Pretending it was Goku you were trying to choke there, briefly. Which was also weird.

“I should have listened to Juuhachi. You’re totally a mess, man. Still thinking about Goku? Disgusting.”

Trunks didn’t even get a chance to defend himself from such wild, off accusation because there was a huge wave of warmth and energy, and he understood in one rushing warm second that he was indeed having sex with one of the hated androids that he now had such mixed feelings for—

“Oh. There we go.”

“Bastard. You bastards.”

There was something wolfish about the smile on the android’s face. His arms languidly wrapped around Trunks’ waist to pull him in for a kiss the Saiyan didn’t want but still participated in. Then, sounding all smug, “So, the Saiyan appetite thing wasn’t a rumor.”

“Of course not.” Juuhachigou was groping around the darkness for her (boots?) clothes. The purple-haired man had a bad, shameful feeling that he may have tried to grope Juuhachigou, and that’s why his hand was so badly scratched. “You have seen videos of them eating.”

“Not that, though. Unless you got some different files than me.”

Krillin looked like he’d been beaten, what with the bruises and scratches and laying on the floor. Be he was smiling and surveying the van. Naked as the day he was born and unashamed of that fact. His girlfriend was rolling her eyes at him, and shoving a shirt over her head at the same time. Trunks nearly rolled/fell over Juunanagou, who rubbed at his ribs and complained about a crushed larynx.

“Yeah, like that’ll get you to shut up now.”

“You’re just angry because you missed the chance for Krillin to knock you up.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“Just promise to name one of the babies after me. Maybe the third one? Or the ninth one, since I always get to go last. Maybe one after Trunks, too? And Goku—no, that would be weird.”

“Where are my clothes,” his voice was strangled. As he’d nearly done to Juunanagou. While having sex with him. There was no chance of recovering from this. It wasn’t like a training session at all. He really wished that all he’d done was fight these two again. Even losing wouldn’t have brought so much shame. It was still night, and dark out, but morning would come eventually, and he would leave this van to go back to Capsule Corp. Have to sit there, before his father and look him in the eye, after what he’d done here. To say nothing of his mother, in the other timeline, who would have had a stroke seeing him here, and then dragged him out of the van by his ear (stroke or not). He could still taste Krillin and Juuhachigou, in the back of his throat.

His friend was stretching languidly, no fear or pain at all. Like the van’s air wasn’t full of glass and he wasn’t sick to his stomach for what they’d all done. A month they’d been doing this. “See, Juuhachigou, and you were afraid this evening would end badly. I told you it wasn’t such a bad idea to park at Capsule Corp.”

Juuhachigou gave an uncomfortable shrug. “I thought that Bulma woman would try to sabotage us. Or bring cameras or something.”

Dear god. And the other Bulma from this timeline was probably worried about him, wondering where he’d gone. ‘I thought he just wanted to drive around the city, see the differences between his time and this time.’ And now he had.

Juunanagou was trying to comb his hair with his fingers. “I thought you wouldn’t mind some tapes of you and Krillin going at it?”

“But everything went perfectly fine.” His grin and remarks were directed at everyone. “Maybe next time we can use that collar. But not on me.”

The androids were warily accepting. Though they kept sighing instead of simply exhaling, leaning back against the side of the van and reflecting on the choices they’d made lately. Wondering, behind the unusually pale blue eyes, what exactly this all meant and what they’re place was in it. Trunks found his pants. “Alright. But I still want to know what the hell wrong with him for thinking he killed us.”

“It’s a long, long story.”

“…And I’m still going to want the big guy’s number.”

“Oh god.” Juuhachigou shook a bright blond head. “This is just…I will not have more people in this van, Krillin. Do you hear me? No one else. No. One. Else.”

Krillin was digging around the in box for a slip of paper to write on, and a pen. There were still faint smears of lipstick on his chest. “He lives right across town.”

And that was when Trunks knew it was time to leave.
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