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Brief Contest
By : chroniclyflaming
Category: Dragon Ball Z > General
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Android 17/Future Trunks/Krillin/Android 18

"So if you had to choice one of the 'Z Gang' to screw...? Because I'll tell you if you tell me. On the count of three. One. Two. Three--"
"Weird purple-haired kid."
"Bald midget."
"...let's get 'em then."
(who won't we involve in the KRILLINKRILLINANDROIDSKRILLIN chaos?)

The fill:

In the front seats of a pink van, two teenagers sat around and waited for a train to pass. The girl was messing with the radio, switching the dial back and forth, her pretty pointed nose wrinkled with disgust at what she heard. Besides her, the boy lifted his legs to rest on the dashboard.

Finally, one of the spoke.

"So if you had to choice one of the 'Z Gang' to screw...? Because I'll tell you if you tell me. On the count of three. One. Two. Three--"

"Weird purple-haired kid."

"Bald midget.”

"...let's get 'em then."

“What? We can’t just go get them. What would we do with Juurokugou?”

Juunanagou shrugged and turned around to yell at the back of the van. “Hey, Roku?”

“Yes?”

“Why don’t you just stay here for a little while? Watch the birds for us?”

The larger and completely inorganic android just smiled that enigmatic smile that always made Juuhachigou wonder what he was thinking, what he was capable of thinking. Did he know something, something important and withheld like so often Gero had done? Maybe she was just being paranoid?

Could anyone with a haircut like that be capable of competence and secrecy?

“Fine.”

Her brother grabbed her arm, dragging her out of the van. “Traffic’s so clogged up that we can be gone for hours and it’ll still be here.”

And there did seem to be miles of shining metal painted and otherwise on all sides.

“And what are we going to do when we find them? We haven’t even found Goku yet.”

The younger teenager was practically chopping on the bit, excitement making him shift from foot to foot. “Just a side trip. We’ll get the guy eventually.”

“Fine.” A reluctant smile lifted the corners of her mouth. “And if we see any nice clothes shop, I’m stopping by. And you’re carrying everything.”

“Sure. Sure. So. You like the short guy?”

Juuhachigou raised an eyebrow smugly. “Why do you think I kissed him?”

“To mess with him.”

“I messed with Vegeta. I flirted with the bald shrimp.”

“Fine. Just don’t mess with the purple guy again. You might mess up that pretty face.”

“Alright. And keep your hands off the short one then.”

“Why him? I feel I must ask.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m just bizarrely drawn to him. He’s so pathetic. Like a sad little puppy.

“Plus he’s got these great abs.”

“Mine’s cuter.”

“Is not. With that weird hair.”

“At least he has hair.”

“I knew I was walking into that one. But at least I got to first base with mine.”

“What? Please, you barely touched him.”

“You didn’t touch either of them at all. You don’t even know his name.”

“I don’t need to know his. So long as he knows my name to yell later.”

“Gross. Too much, Juunanagou. Too much.”

Trunks sneezed, shockingly loud in the quite mountain air. He sniffled, turning his head politely and too late. “Sorry.

“It’s okay.” Krillin tried for a smile. “You didn’t hit me.”

“It’s just really freezing out here.”

“I didn’t you Saiyans could be so effected by the cold.”

“I’m only half though,” Trunks reminded the smaller man, reminding him who his parents were.

“Thankfully you seem to take after…neither of them.”

The half-Saiyan smiled instead of being offended. It was a small, kind smile, and Krillin had definitely never seen such an expression on Vegeta or Bulma’s faces. “I know what you mean.”

“Still, I guess they’re not too bad.”

“My mom anyway.” A harsh look on his face froze the blue irises.

“Vegeta. Well.” Krillin grappled for an excuse, an explanation. “He’s been through a lot.”

“That’s no excuse for letting his wife and child nearly blow up!”

“I know. I know. Still, without him there wouldn’t be you.”

“I guess. Doesn’t say much about him though.”

‘Just that he’s insane enough to be with Bulma long enough to have a kid, and she’s insane enough to be with him at all let alone have a kid with him.’ That would go over well. ‘You don’t seem so crazy though, so that’s a good thing.’ Yeah, that would be nice. Hey, how about the real question to be asked:

‘You think Juuhachigou likes me? You think she can like me? Is she different from the other one? Is she nicer, cuter? Is she, does she…’

A voice echoed through the clearing. “Do you think they even know how sad they are?”

Trunk’s eyes went huge, scared and blue. He could nearly so his own terrified expression in the irises. The color was draining from the tanned drawn face.

“No, of course not.” The tone was one of pity, and Krillin felt a cold finger tickled his spine. Oh not her. Her. Oh, her.

After thinking about her for so long, her in denim and fury to kill them all, in a pretty yellow sundress with a kind human smile. For him.

Her.

“Pity. Maybe we should teach them?”

Juunanagou leapt in front of the Saiyan, a blue and black blur. Trunks could only flinch backwards, and Krillin to wonder where the android had come from. As quickly as he’d jumped, his hand was reaching out to grab the collar of the purple-haired man’s jacket, and pull him in close enough to whisper. Compared to the tanned, pleased boyish face, Trunks looked unnaturally pale and panicked. He was taller, bigger, and yet Juunanagou pulled him closer in that iron grip.

“Krillin!”

When was the last time someone had called to him for help? On Namek? When Oolong had fallen under a pile of porn and had needed someone to rescue him?

And as always, he could nothing. Nothing.

A flash of bright blonde poked the corner of his eye. Haughtily, the second android that he had expected as soon as he heard those voices appear landed before him. All smirks and blonde hair and tapered blues that matched Gero and the other androids, and he mentally bowed before her. With those eyes on him, how could his knees not go weak?

“Krillin!”

But how could he leave Trunks, who so seemed to trust him and had been through enough by these two? He could make up for his cowardice on the road when these two had been released. Which in fact, was not far from where he was right now and why was he thinking about geography rather than helping his friend?

Then Juuhachigou was on him, going left when he did, ahead of him, darting and blocking him. Her laughter was glass being broken.

“Where do you think you’re going?” And she leaned in close, making him wonder if he would get another kiss.

All the air flew from his lungs went she casually pushed him, sending him tumbling down onto the pile of rocks and rubble. That smile never left her face, even as he winced at the gravel scrapping against his skin. There was a second where he thought he could form a sentence, to ask what the hell she was doing, but then Trunks was being pushed into him. The pain of the impact knocked the words out and left him vaguely hoping if they were killed, it would be quick.

“Let’s play a game,” Juunanagou announced. “It’s called: Murder, Marriage, or Fuck?”

“…what?” There was a tic going underneath one of Trunk’s eyes.

“And well, my sister and I aren’t too interested in marriage. Which one leaves us with two other options.” Juunanagou looked so sincerely sorry, as though he was a neighborhood boy who’d accidentally backed over your family cat.

Krillin nearly puked. He could remember playing that very game as a young teenager, with Bulma. Goku would never get the point, instead opting for which one he’d prefer to fight while Krillin shunned all talk of marriage and Bulma erred on the side of murder for all, exempting a few cute guys.

“E-excuse me?”

Juuhachigou sighed and rubbed her forehead, like she was getting a headache. “Maybe we should go with that murder option?”

“Wait,” Krillin threw his hands up in defense. “We can talk this out. No one has to get hurt.”

“So.” The slimmer man held out a hand to Krillin. “So how reasonable they can be.”

“Sure.” She looked sour. “So how would you go about avoiding the murder option then, Krillin?”

He jumped, not even aware that she knew his name. It gave him a disturbing, frightening amount of joy that she did. Already, their…whatever screwed up mess his crush and her homicidal streak that could be construed a relationship was going better than most of his relations with woman went. He had not been personally beaten, she had not caught fire, he already presumably knew the worse about her, she knew his name…All in all, Krillin had been through worse.

And she’s kissed him: halfway to first base already.

“Uh, you sure you’re not okay with the marriage decision?”

He got three flat looks in his direction.

“Okay then. Um, there has to be another option, right? Besides murder, and marriage, and uh, that other one.”

She was laughing. “Can’t even say the word?”

A blush crept up his neck. “I won’t dignify that choice with a decision.”

Juunanagou’s smile slid across his face like a knife through warm butter. “You might want to consider?”

“Not a huge, great selection.”

The male android was giggling. “Bet you never thought he would be turning you down, huh, Juuhachigou?”

She turned on him. “Shut up.”

Krillin could only blink at them. If he was her boyfriend, shouldn’t he be happy he did not want to sleep with her? Besides him, he could hear gravel shifting, and Trunks whispering in his ear. “I’m going to try holding them off. Then you can sneak away to find help.”

“You can’t,” Krillin hissed back. “You couldn’t even fight one of them.”

Above them, the androids were still arguing.

“I’m sorry he said no. But there are other fish in the sea, right? Maybe find one with hair?”

“--I can try.”

“You’re such a moron!”

“--Give you a chance.”

“I wish Gero had never let you out!”

“I can’t do that to you.”

Bizarrely, the two heard this and turn on heel to face them. “What?”

“Oh. That’s why he didn’t want you. He’s gay.” Juunanagou calmly explained to Juuhachigou. She then, mildly disappointed and put out, looked to a horrified Krillin for confirmation.

“What? No. No!”

Trunks was just looking at them. Really staring at them, like he’d never seen another person before.

“I’m not gay.”

“Then what was that stuff about doing stuff with him? Not that I blame you.”

Now Trunks was as horrified as Krillin when the other man fluttered his eyelashes in his direction. There was a loud swallow from the half-Saiyan. Juuhachigou herself looked uncomfortable.

“What are you two even doing back here?”

“We could ask you the same?”

Krillin and Trunks glanced at each other. ‘Maybe we should just go with the gay thing’ was written across their expression. ‘It will be less painful.’ “Uuuhhhh.”

“Uh-huh.”

Juuhachigou kicked a stone just bigger than Krillin’s head into a mountain side with a hearty crunch of breaking rock. “Well, this has just been a great waste of time.”

“And going to the store to steal you a new outfit wasn’t?”

“Goddamnit, Juunanagou, I wasn’t not going to go around dressed like a cowgirl!”

The shortest man nearly choked. Trunks was just eyeing them again, squinting like a nearsighted man trying to make out a sign. Juunanagou noticed. “We get into some weird stuff when you’re not around, shrimp. Purple-head.”

“Is this less weird, Juunana?”

“Maybe not,” he allowed, rubbing his chin.

“Cowgirl outfit?” Krillin had to ask, both intrigued and horrified by the possibilities. Lurid skintight leather, or a girl gifted with a lasso deskinned and worn like a cocktail dress?

“Either kill us or let us go!”

“What’s his problem?”

Truth was lunacy. “He’s had a rough past.”

Now, he could recall strange things that Trunks had maybe learned unconsciously from the androids. The pushing his hair out of the way when confident, the haircut itself. Even his sword reminded Krillin of Juunanagou and his gun. He had only the barest concepts of psychology, not wanting to dig up any of his own wounds and that of his friends, but thought he could understand in easy terms. The androids were power and so to have power he would be like them.

Or maybe he was just trying not to think about the current situation.

The android’s hands went to his hips. “Well, we’re not just going to let you fly away. She’s right; we spent a long time getting back here.”

Trunks nearly huffed out flames while he crossed his arms. “I guess we’re kind of at a standstill then!”

“I guess so.”

“Hmm.”

“Take off your pants.”

“What, no!” The Saiyan pulled his legs towards his chest, but of course they all knew that wouldn’t protect him. Poor Trunks; at least Krillin got Juuhachigou. Hadn’t the guy been through enough already? Especially involving androids?

Small pebbles scattered towards them as Juuhachigou descended, face dark.

“Oh god,” Krillin said, kicking himself backwards towards Trunks. “I don’t want to die like this.”

“We won’t.” But he remained frozen as a rabbit.

When she stooped to sit besides Krillin, just a few inches away from him, his back felt dosed in ice water. Twin blue knives stabbed into his chest and head. Every muscles tensed for the blow, and repeatedly his tongue slid out to wet his lips. Any second, any moment, and a tic began in his right cheek and any second any second

Icicles held his cheek and turned his head to face his death. “I sincerely doubt that you’re gay. Maybe bi. That would explain the creepy thing you have with Goku.”

“—what?”

“But not totally gay. And considering that pathetic, damp look you got on your face—“

Krillin winced.

“—When I appeared, I guess you like me.”

“Uh. What’s this about a ‘creepy thing’ I have with Goku?”

“Uh-huh.” He could hear the smile in her voice. “That’s what I thought.”

“We’re just friends. He’s married.”

“And here I thought I would have to fight for your hand.”

“Does that mean the marriage thing is still on the table?”

“I’m not marrying you! Jeez. I never thought I’d have to say that.” Now Juuhachigou was glaring at him, and Krillin could only shrug and hope he didn’t blush. What had happened to that brash teenager who mocked being tied to one woman and thought love was just something that movies sold to silly morons like Bulma and Yamcha. And then look how that all turned out: Yamcha and Bulma breaking up and her marrying a murderer, and him wanting marriage rather than just having sex with the woman he thought he was in love with. Strange, life was. “Won’t your boyfriend get angry?”

Which was stupid, since Juunanagou was currently making eyes with a frightened, unnerved Trunks, gazing at him and obviously mentally undressing him and making rude motions with his mouth. And then his fingers, as though the half-Saiyan had been unsure of what he’d meant.

Juuhachigou sounded like she about to swallow her tongue, spitting it out only last minute. “What? No. God, he’s my brother. My twin brother.”

“Oh. Oh. Okay.”

She rolled her eyes at the stupid smile that crossed his face. “I didn’t know you were missing your sight as well. I thought just the nose was a problem.”

“Hey. I’m very eager to expect the worst.”

“So what’s the worst here?”

“Besides you killing me? Hm, having to see more of that.” With a jab of his head, Krillin brought her eyes up to notice her brother.

“That’s true.” Her voice rose. “Juunanagou! Knock it off. He’s not going to do anything with you. Especially when you keep doing that creepy stuff.”

“It’s not creepy!”

Juuhachigou shook her head, trying to ignore her twin (halleluiah) brother’s disturbing attempts at flirting. Krillin joined in, already deciding to just follow her lead. Was this Stockholm syndrome? Shouldn’t it take longer for that to kick-in?

Her hand was still touching his face.

“Krillin.” Trunks’ voice was a steady voice of sanity amid the cascading sanity that Juuhachigou rained down. “Don’t fall for it. She’s just a machine.”

On his other shoulder, she was whispering into his ear the words clinging and wrapping around his brain what, you don’t want this to combat the other voice at his other shoulder not even real

He wanted to help Trunks, he really did. But even if Juuhachigou wasn’t doing what she was doing he wouldn’t have been able to budge the other android aside. In one swift move, she was tugged down the front of his gi, smirking, “like a dress” and then he was bowing his head when she pulled his shirt over his head

Just a machine but how could she not be real if she was right here and touching him and kissing his shoulder

He could see her smile the same one she wore while she nearly killed them all

And in another universe maybe several she was killing him right now

again and again

even as he felt himself alive for the first time maybe ever

Juunanagou took that moment, while Trunks was trying to scoot away from a grappling Juuhachigou and Krillin, to come closer as well. Awkwardly, he stared down at his dusty sneakers and shoved his hands in his pockets. Immediately, Trunks was suspicious.

This version of Juunanagou might act more innocent, and horrifically perverted, but it was still the same homicidal android. From the dark, perfectly pointed hair to the cold eyes, pointed nose and chin, t-shirts emblazoned with the Red Ribbon insignia, blue jeans hanging on the thin waist and ridiculous green socks and blue tennis shoes.

“So.” The word hung in the air and felt sharper than Trunk’s sword. The sword that had been partially shattered by this man’s twin.

“What do you like to do in your free time?”

“…what?”

“Do you have any hobbies?”

What had he done to deserve this? Forgotten to save a child, buried under rubble? Not been kind enough to his mother, or Gohan? Or was it a case of the father’s sins being revisited on his son?

“Like, hang gliding?”

“I enjoy reading I guess. Oh god, why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

Besides the disgusted teenager, Krillin and Juuhachigou were rolling around like eels. As soon as the small fighter’s hands started creeping into the back of her jeans, Trunks had to look away. The noises they were making made him grimace, and wish for deafness.

Juunanagou appeared sanguine.

“You like reading then? What kind of books?”

Trunks ran both hands through his hair, tugging. “What is this? Why are you asking me these things? To mock me further?”

“No, I genuinely want to know.” The hurt look only made the Saiyan angrier.

“What’s your game? You already talked Krillin into doing your bidding.” He jabbed a thumb in their grunting direction. “But I won’t fall for it so easily.”

“Hey, hey. All I want is to know you better. In,” The dead eyes seemed to glow when they slid down Trunk’s body. “Every way.”

“Stay away from me.”

Pink palms pointed outward. “Fine. We’ll just talk then. I like talking. You have a nice voice.

“Oh, stop flinching. Look, I beat you and your friends up. It happened a while ago—“

“How long ago do you think that was?”

“So let’s let it go. Why can’t we be friends? My sis and your little buddy are getting along.”

He clenched his jaw so hard he thought his teeth would shatter.

“Why can’t we?

“Seriously. What have I done to you that has you so mad? Juuhachigou beat you up.” Then he was forced to dodge a shoe throw his way.

When he stopped trying to block out the noise, Trunks could hear the two behind him talking and whispering you make me so stupid, shut up, a giggle, shifting rocks, fabric being pushed around wet open mouthed kisses. Ugh. His leg was twitching.

Doggedly, Juunanagou plodded onward. “So what types of books do you like?”

It was better than paying attention to the other machine. “Nonfiction.” There. Let the monster make something of that, turn it into a horrible sexual…thing.

“Oh. On what?”

“Machinery. Er.”

Now the other man was smirking at him.

“Robotics. My mother owns Capsule Corp.” Oh god, why had he said that? Given him a location to the most important person left to him? Although, it wasn’t as thought this android was going to jump into his time machine (oh god, there was some sort of double entendre with that) and go kill his mother. But he could go for the other one, if he thought there was a connection. Already, Bulma had nearly died at the hands of this monster’s creator.

“Huh? So, you’re sister is Bulma, Goku’s friend?”

“…yes.”

“Wait. No. That doesn’t make sense. Aren’t you a Saiyan? Who’s your dad?”

“None of your business.”

“I guess Capsule Corp gets into some pretty weird stuff.”

Behind him, he could make out their noises, Goku really missed out, didn’t he, skin crawling laugher, oh, knock it off, make me! Deadly silence. Didn’t know you could do that. When Trunks’ narrowed eyes inadvertently went to look, he saw long pale arms being pulled and held up by a pair of study hands, and no, he hadn’t known Krillin was capable of that. Or any of this.

What had happened while they’d been unconscious, before Krillin had given them senzu beans?

“So, you’re into robots then?”

Trunks imagined his brains sliding down a wall as he pulled the metaphorical trigger that would take him from this place. Would he meet Gohan in the afterlife?

“Don’t. Even.”

“What? What?”

Trunks remained silent. An elbow nudged his side, and made him jump, but it was only Juunanagou. That was something he would never believe was a relief.

“Come on. Take it easy. I won’t hurt you.

“Relax.

“Hey. You attacked us first. We were only defending ourselves. You should be lucky we let you live.”

Trunks shifted. Maybe there was a kernel of truth, wrapped in misdirection. They had attacked them, but only because they would have attacked first.

“I was against that.”

“Yeah. That’s ‘cause you’re more than a pretty face. You have brains too.”

A headache swirled between his eyes. In the driest voice he could manage, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.

“…We’re just going to talk now. Aren’t we?”

“Yes.”

“We can just talk then. That’s cool. Consider this a first date then.”

“No.”

“Okay. We’ll wait on that. Then I can take you to a fair. Or stock derby races?”

“What? No. Knock it off.”

“If we could join my sister and her little friend, then I won’t say another word.”

“Boundaries, Juunanagou!” Juuhachigou suddenly barked out, apparently talking to her brother. “Boundaries!”

The Saiyan didn’t dare look. But Juunanagou appeared somewhat interested.

“Wow.” Trunks told himself under his breath.

“Huh.” The dark android followed his example.

“We’re not going to screw around? Even a little?”

“No!”

He sighed and rubbed beneath his eyes. “This has been a disappointing day.”

“Really? You think you’re disappointed?”

“Had a thing for the little guy, huh?” Juunanagou didn’t wait for an answer. “Know what that’s like. It’s okay. We can comfort each other.”

“No!”

“Come on. Just a hug.

“Don’t make me chase you!

“Oh, see. That’s what happens when you run. You trip over people having sex.

“And then you land on them.”

“Jeez,” Krillin muttered. “I didn’t really think you were gay, man.”

“That would explain the hair, though.”

Trunks said words he’d never actually expressed aloud before. “Shut up! All of you!”

“Group hug!”

“Get off me!”

“Both of you get off me!”

“Goddamnit, I told you Juunanagou, I was not going to share!”

“Don’t mess up his face!”

“Then get off his face!”

“…Trunks?” The small fighter’s voice was muffled.

“What?”

“…maybe it’s better we didn’t find those blueprints for the androids?”

“What?!”

“What?!”
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