It was supposed to be a simple gathering. Goku had invited everyone to Master Roshi's island for a training session and barbecue. But things had taken an unexpected turn when Android 21 appeared.
She was a stunning woman with long brown hair, glasses that gave her a scholarly look, and a curvy figure that drew attention from every male present. She was a bio-android, created from the cells of the universe's strongest fighters, but she had her own personality and desires.
Krillin had met her before during a scientific conference at Capsule Corp. They had talked for hours about martial arts, science, and life. There had been a connection, a spark, but nothing had happened.
Until now.
"Krillin," 21 had whispered to him during the gathering. "I need to speak with you. Privately."
She had led him to one of the spare rooms in Kame House. The others had watched them go, curious but not suspicious.
Now, thirty minutes later, the sounds coming from that room were unmistakable.
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Outside, Goku, Vegeta, Gohan, Piccolo, Tien, Goten, and Trunks sat around the barbecue pit. The meat was cooking, but no one was paying attention to it anymore.
Because the moans coming from inside the house were loud, clear, and impossible to ignore.
"Oh god! Yes! Harder, Krillin! Harder!"
"Take it! Take all of it, 21!"
"Yes! Yes! Just like that! Don't stop!"
Vegeta's face was red. He kept looking at the house, then at the ground, then anywhere else. Gohan was trying to focus on the fire, but his ears were bright red. Piccolo, who had enhanced hearing, looked deeply uncomfortable and was trying to block out the sounds. Tien had his eyes closed, meditating, but his third eye was twitching. Goten and Trunks were snickering to each other, both blushing furiously.
Only Goku seemed unaffected. He sat there, scratching his head, looking genuinely confused.
"Hey, Vegeta," Goku said. "What are they doing in there? Is Krillin training with that new android? Sounds like she's winning."
Vegeta choked on his drink. "Kakarot, you idiot, they're not training."
"Then what are they doing?" Goku asked, his face innocent and puzzled. "Why is she making those sounds? Is he hurting her? Should we check?"
"NO!" everyone shouted at once.
Goku jumped, surprised. "What? Why not?"
"Because..." Gohan started, then trailed off, his face turning even redder.
"Because they're... busy," Piccolo said, his voice strained.
"But what kind of training makes those sounds?" Goku asked, standing up. "I've never heard anyone make sounds like that during training. Not even when I fought Frieza."
The moans from inside grew louder.
"Oh god, Krillin! Your cock! It's so big! So perfect!"
"You're so tight, 21! So fucking tight!"
"Fill me up! Fill me up with your cum! I want it all!"
Vegeta stood up and walked to the other side of the island, muttering about "Saiyan pride" and "disgusting display." Gohan put his hands over his ears. Piccolo looked like he wanted to be anywhere else.
Goku just stood there, listening, his head tilted to the side like a confused puppy.
Chi-Chi and Bulma arrived at that moment, carrying side dishes for the barbecue. They heard the sounds immediately and froze.
"Is that..." Bulma started.
"Krillin and 21," Tien said, his voice tight. "They've been in there for half an hour."
Chi-Chi's eyes went wide. Then she noticed Goku's expression - that familiar look of innocent confusion that she knew all too well.
"Goku," she said carefully. "What are you doing?"
"Chi-Chi!" Goku said, turning to her with relief. "Maybe you can explain this to me. What game are they playing in there? It sounds fun. Is it like that game you wanted to play with me before Gohan was born? Remember? You called it 'special training for married people'?"
The entire island went silent. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at Goku, then at Chi-Chi.
Chi-Chi's face turned the color of a tomato. "Goku! Not now!"
"But Chi-Chi," Goku persisted, completely oblivious to his wife's embarrassment. "You remember, right? You said we needed to practice to make a baby. You made those same sounds. Is Krillin practicing to make a baby with that android?"
"GOKU!" Chi-Chi shrieked, hitting him with her serving tray. "Shut up!"
"But I don't understand!" Goku protested, rubbing his head where she hit him. "Why is everyone acting weird? What are they doing in there?"
Inside the room, Krillin and 21 were completely unaware of the conversation happening outside. They were lost in each other, consumed by passion.
21 was on her back on the bed, her legs wrapped around Krillin's waist, her glasses askew on her face. She was naked, her perfect bio-android body glistening with sweat. Krillin was also naked, his muscular body covering hers as he moved inside her with deep, powerful thrusts.
"Krillin," 21 moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders. "You're the only one. The only one I want."
"Why me?" Krillin asked, his voice thick with pleasure. "You could have anyone. Goku, Vegeta, any of the strong fighters."
"Because you're kind," she gasped as he thrust deeper. "Because you're gentle but strong. Because you treat me like a person, not a weapon. And because..." she moaned loudly, "because you have the most magnificent cock I've ever seen!"
Krillin smiled and increased his pace, driving into her with force that made the bed slam against the wall. 21 was a bio-android, created to be perfect, and she could take everything he gave her and more.
"Only you," she repeated, her voice breaking. "I don't want Goku or Vegeta or anyone else. Just you, Krillin. Just your fifteen inches of perfection."
"You have me," Krillin promised, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. "All of me."
He flipped her over, putting her on her hands and knees. He entered her from behind, gripping her hips, and began to pound into her with abandon. 21 screamed into the pillow, her body trembling with pleasure.
"Yes! Yes! Harder! Fuck me harder, Krillin! Make me yours!"
Outside, the sounds were even louder now. The slapping of flesh, the creaking of the bed, the screams of pleasure - it was impossible to ignore.
Goku was still confused. "Chi-Chi, why won't you tell me? Is it a secret game? Can I play too?"
"Goku, please," Chi-Chi begged, her face still red. "Just... just eat your meat. Don't think about it."
"But I want to understand!" Goku said, his voice rising. "Vegeta, you understand, right? Tell me what they're doing!"
Vegeta, who had returned to the group, looked like he wanted to die. "Kakarot, I swear to all the Saiyan gods, if you don't stop talking..."
"Are they wrestling?" Goku guessed. "Is it a wrestling match? That android is strong, right? Maybe Krillin is trying to pin her?"
Goten couldn't hold back anymore. He burst out laughing. "Dad, they're not wrestling!"
"Then what?" Goku asked, looking at his son.
Trunks also started laughing. Gohan was hiding his face in his hands. Piccolo looked like he was considering blowing up the island just to end this conversation.
"They're having SEX, Dad!" Goten shouted. "Krillin is having sex with Android 21! That's what the sounds are!"
Goku blinked. Then he blinked again. "Sex?"
"Yes, sex!" Goten said, exasperated. "You know, what married people do to make babies?"
Goku's face slowly changed. The confusion cleared, replaced by understanding. Then his face turned red.
"Oh," he said quietly. "Oh. That kind of game."
"Yes, that kind of game," Chi-Chi said, her voice tight with embarrassment. "Now do you understand why we didn't want to explain?"
Goku nodded slowly. Then he looked at the house, where the sounds were reaching a crescendo.
"Wow," he said. "Krillin is really good at that game. He's been playing for a long time. With Android 18, he must have had a lot of practice."
"GOKU!" Chi-Chi hit him again.
"What?" Goku asked, genuinely confused. "I'm just saying he's dedicated. Like training. You have to practice to get better, right?"
Inside, Krillin and 21 were reaching their peak.
"I'm close," Krillin gasped, his thrusts becoming erratic. "21, I'm going to..."
"Inside me," she begged. "Cum inside me, Krillin. I want to feel it. I want all of it."
He thrust deep one final time and exploded, his seed pumping into her in thick, powerful spurts. 21 screamed as her own orgasm hit her, her bio-android body convulsing with pleasure. They came together, their bodies trembling, their voices joining in a chorus of ecstasy that echoed through the house.
When they finally finished, they collapsed together on the bed, breathing hard and covered in sweat.
"That was incredible," 21 whispered, curling against his chest. "You're incredible, Krillin."
"You're pretty amazing yourself," Krillin said, kissing her forehead. "Are you sure you only want me? No one else?"
"Only you," she confirmed, her eyes meeting his. "Goku is too naive. Vegeta is too arrogant. The others... they don't see me. You see me, Krillin. You make me feel human. And this..." she touched his chest, over his heart, "this is what I want. Just you."
They lay there for a while longer, holding each other. Eventually, they got dressed and prepared to face the others.
When they emerged from the house, everyone was sitting around the barbecue, trying to act normal. But the tension was thick, and everyone's faces were various shades of red.
Goku looked at Krillin with new respect. "Hey, Krillin. Good game."
Krillin's face turned red. "Goku... you heard us?"
"Everyone heard you," Vegeta muttered. "The whole damn island heard you."
21 smiled and took Krillin's hand. "Let them hear. I don't care. I want everyone to know that Krillin is mine. And I'm his."
18, who had arrived during the last few minutes and had been filled in by Bulma, smiled at them. "Welcome to the club, 21. He's quite something, isn't he?"
"He's everything," 21 said softly, leaning against Krillin.
Krillin stood there, surrounded by his friends, holding hands with a beautiful bio-android who wanted only him. He thought about how strange and wonderful his life had become.
"So," he said, trying to break the tension. "Who's hungry?"
Everyone laughed, and the barbecue resumed. But as they ate, Krillin caught 21 looking at him with hunger in her eyes. He knew that this was just the beginning. She had chosen him, and he had chosen her.
And somewhere in the future, there would be more moments like this. More passion, more pleasure, more love.
But for now, he was content to sit with his friends, eat good food, and enjoy the company of the women who had changed his life forever.