The sun dipped low over Capsule Corp, casting long shadows across the sprawling estate. Bulma Briefs paced the living room of her high-tech mansion, her blue hair tied back in a frustrated ponytail, arms crossed over her ample chest. She was dressed in a sleek black tank top and shorts that hugged her curves—practical for tinkering in the lab, but tonight, she wasn't tinkering. She was fuming.
"Goddammit, Vegeta," she muttered, glancing at her phone for the umpteenth time. No messages. No holograms from Whis. Just silence. Her husband had been gone for weeks, holed up on Beerus' planet, pushing his limits with Goku under the angel's watchful eye. Training, always training. What about *her*? Bulma, the genius who built half the tech that made their world safe, reduced to solo nights with vibrators that paled in comparison to the real thing.
The doorbell chimed, pulling her from her thoughts. She opened it to find Chi-Chi standing there, her traditional cheongsam slightly rumpled, dark hair loose around her shoulders. Chi-Chi's eyes were red-rimmed, like she'd been holding back tears.
"Bulma... I couldn't take it anymore," Chi-Chi said, her voice cracking as she stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. "Goku's been gone for a month this time. A *month*. He calls once a week, all 'Hi honey, Whis says my Kamehameha's getting stronger!' Like that's supposed to make up for leaving me high and dry. I'm climbing the walls here."
Bulma pulled her into a hug, the two women clinging for a moment longer than usual. "Tell me about it. Vegeta's the same—grunts something about 'surpassing Kakarot' and poof, off to cat planet. I swear, if I have to stare at another empty bed, I'll invent a robot that can actually *satisfy* me."
They sank onto the couch, a bottle of sake appearing from Bulma's hidden stash. As the alcohol loosened their tongues, the conversation turned from complaints to confessions. Chi-Chi admitted she'd been fantasizing about simpler times, back when Goku was just a goofy farm boy who didn't know the meaning of "intergalactic training montage." Bulma laughed bitterly, sharing how Vegeta's pride made even their rare romps feel like battles.
That's when the front door burst open again—no knock, just Android 18 striding in like she owned the place. Her blonde hair was windswept from a quick flight over, and she wore her signature denim jacket over a tight white crop top and jeans that accentuated her athletic build. Krillin trailed behind her, looking bewildered, his bald head gleaming under the lights, dressed in his usual orange gi.
"18? Krillin? What the hell?" Bulma exclaimed, sitting up straighter.
18 didn't mince words. She kicked the door shut and planted herself in front of the coffee table, hands on her hips. "Look, ladies, i know you both are dry so why no you both use my krillin to satisfy both of you .
Krillin's eyes widened, his face turning beet red. "W-wait, 18, what are you—? I mean, I love you, but this sounds like—"
"Like exactly what we need," 18 cut him off, her blue eyes locking onto his with that intense, unyielding gaze that always made his knees weak. She turned to the others. "Chi-Chi, Bulma—you in? Krillin's cock is no Super Saiyan destroyer, but it's reliable. Thick, eager, and it cums like a fountain when you work it right. And trust me, he moans like a bitch in heat once you get him going."
Chi-Chi choked on her sake, coughing as her cheeks flushed. "18! You can't just—oh god, is that true?" She glanced at Krillin, who was now staring at the floor, fidgeting with his hands.
Bulma, ever the opportunist, leaned forward with a sly grin. "Hell yes, I'm in. Vegeta's been gone so long, my pussy's forgotten what a real cock feels like. Krillin, honey, you've always been the nice guy. Time to be the *naughty* guy. What do you say? For old times' sake—and new ones."
Krillin swallowed hard, his heart pounding. He loved 18 fiercely, but the idea of pleasuring these two powerhouses—Chi-Chi, with her fiery spirit and voluptuous figure; Bulma, the brilliant bombshell with curves that could launch a thousand capsules—sent a thrill straight to his groin. His cock twitched in his pants, already half-hard from 18's blunt proposition. "I... I mean, if you're all okay with it, and 18's cool... yeah. Yeah, I want to make you all feel good. You've been neglected too long."
18 smirked, stepping closer to him and cupping his chin. "That's my man. Now, strip. Let's show them what they've been missing."
The room heated up fast. Krillin peeled off his gi, revealing his compact, muscular frame—scarred from battles but toned from endless training. His cock sprang free, already swelling to its full six inches, thick and veined, the head glistening with a bead of pre-cum. The women stared, a mix of hunger and surprise in their eyes.
"Damn, 18 wasn't kidding," Bulma purred, licking her lips as she stood and shimmied out of her shorts, revealing lacy black panties that she quickly discarded. Her pussy was shaved smooth, lips plump and already slick with anticipation. "Look at that cock. It's begging to stretch me out."
Chi-Chi hesitated only a second before following suit, her cheongsam pooling at her feet. Her body was softer, more maternal—full breasts heaving, dark bush framing her wet folds. "Krillin... be gentle at first? It's been forever since Goku... well, you know."
18, efficient as ever, stripped down to nothing, her enhanced body a perfect blend of strength and sensuality—perky tits, toned abs, and a neatly trimmed pussy that dripped with need. She pushed Krillin onto the couch, straddling his lap as she kissed him deeply, her tongue invading his mouth. "Mmm, start with me, baby. Show them how you fuck your wife."
Krillin groaned into the kiss, his hands roaming up 18's back, fingers digging into her ass as she ground against him. "18... fuck, you're so wet already. I love how you take charge." His cock nudged her entrance, slicking itself on her juices.
She lifted her hips and sank down slowly, inch by inch, her tight pussy enveloping him like a vice. "Ohhh, yes... that's it, Krillin. Fill me up with that thick cock. God, I've missed this—your dick hitting just right, not too big to bruise, but enough to make me cum hard." She started riding him, slow at first, her moans filling the room—low, robotic-edged gasps that turned guttural. "Ahh... ahh... fuck, moan for me, Krillin. Let them hear how good I make you feel."
He couldn't hold back, his hips bucking up to meet her. "18! Shit, your pussy's so tight... gripping me like you own it. Mmmph... oh god, I'm moaning already—ungh, yes!" His voice cracked into a whine, hands squeezing her breasts, thumbs flicking her nipples.
Bulma and Chi-Chi watched, transfixed, their hands wandering between their own thighs. Bulma fingered her pussy lazily, two digits sliding in and out with wet schlicks. "Look at her go. 18's pussy is swallowing him whole. Krillin, save some for me—I want that cock cumming inside me next."
Chi-Chi bit her lip, rubbing her clit in circles. "It's so hot... the way she's moaning. Krillin, does it feel good? Tell us."
18 leaned back, her pace quickening, tits bouncing as she slammed down harder. "He loves it—don't you, babe? Say it. Tell them how my pussy milks your cock." Sweat beaded on her skin, her moans escalating: "Fuck... yes, right there! Pound me, Krillin—make me cum all over your dick!"
Krillin's face contorted in ecstasy, his moans turning into desperate pleas. "Y-yes! Your pussy's perfect, 18... so hot and wet, squeezing me... ahhh, I'm gonna cum soon if you keep—ungh!" He thrust up wildly, the slap of skin on skin echoing.
"Not yet," 18 commanded, slowing to a torturous grind. She dismounted with a wet pop, her pussy gaping slightly, strings of arousal connecting them. "Bulma, your turn. Get on all fours—let's see that genius ass."
Bulma eagerly complied, positioning herself on the couch arm, ass high, pussy exposed and dripping. "Come on, short stuff. Fuck me like Vegeta never does—deep and dirty. I want to feel every inch of that cock stretching my pussy."
Krillin stood, cock throbbing, slick with 18's cream. He gripped Bulma's hips, rubbing his tip along her folds. "Bulma... you're soaked. Does it ache for it that bad?" He pushed in slowly, savoring her gasp as her walls fluttered around him.
"Oh fuuuuck," Bulma moaned, head dropping forward, blue hair cascading. "Yes! That's the spot—your cock's thicker than I thought. Deeper, Krillin—ram it in, make my pussy yours." She pushed back, taking him to the hilt, her juices coating his balls.
He started thrusting, steady and deep, each plunge eliciting a symphony of moans from her. "God, Bulma... your pussy's like velvet—hot, tight, pulling me in. Mmm... ahh, you feel amazing. Moan louder—tell me how much you need this."
Bulma obliged, her voice a husky whine. "Ahh! Yes, Krillin—fuck me harder! Your cock's hitting my G-spot... ungh, right there! I've been fingering myself thinking of this—moaning your name in the shower, imagining you cumming buckets inside me. Don't stop... oh god, I'm close already!"
18 knelt beside them, kissing Bulma's neck while fingering Chi-Chi on the floor. "That's it, Bulma—ride his dick like the boss you are. Krillin, grab her tits—pinch those nipples till she screams."
Krillin did, leaning over to fondle Bulma's heavy breasts, his thrusts growing erratic. "Fuck... your moans are killing me, Bulma. So sexy—ahh, yes! Pussy clenching... I'm gonna—"
"Cum in her," 18 urged, her free hand stroking his balls. "Fill Bulma's pussy up—let her feel you explode."
With a guttural moan—"Bulma! Cumming... oh shit, take it!"—Krillin buried himself deep, his cock pulsing as ropes of hot cum flooded her. Bulma cried out, her own orgasm crashing over her: "Yes! Krillin's cumming in me—ahhhh, so much cum, flooding my pussy! Fuck, yes—moaning so hard I can't breathe!"
He pulled out with a gush, cum leaking from Bulma's spasming folds. She collapsed, panting, a satisfied grin on her face. "Holy shit... that was better than any invention."
Chi-Chi, now wild-eyed from 18's fingers, couldn't wait. "My turn... please, Krillin. I need you inside me. Goku's too rough sometimes—be sweet, but make me cum like a whore."
18 guided him to the floor, where Chi-Chi lay back, legs spread wide, her pussy glistening with need. "Mount her, babe. Slow and deep—make her beg."
Krillin settled between Chi-Chi's thighs, his cock—still semi-hard from the afterglow—hardening fully as he teased her entrance. "Chi-Chi... you're beautiful. So wet for me. Ready?"
She nodded frantically, pulling him down for a kiss. "Yes—slide that cock in. Ohhh... mmm, yes! It's perfect—not too big, just right to fill my pussy without hurting." As he bottomed out, she arched, moaning softly at first, then louder. "Ahh... Krillin, move—fuck me gently, then harder. Talk to me... tell me what it feels like."
He rocked into her, building a rhythm, their bodies syncing like old friends. "Your pussy's so warm, Chi-Chi... hugging my cock like it never wants to let go. Wet and soft—mmm, I could stay in here forever. Moan for me, beautiful—let it out."
Chi-Chi's moans built, breathy and desperate: "Oh god, Krillin... yes, deeper! Your cock's rubbing me just right—ungh, ahh! I've dreamed of this, you know? While Goku's away, touching myself, moaning 'Krillin' in the dark. Fuck me faster—make my pussy cream on you!"
18 and Bulma joined in, Bulma straddling Chi-Chi's face while 18 sucked on Krillin's neck. "Taste my cum-filled pussy, Chi-Chi," Bulma teased, grinding down. "Lick it out while Krillin pounds you."
Chi-Chi lapped eagerly, her moans muffled: "Mmmph—yes! Bulma's cum... so good. Krillin, don't stop—ahh, your cock's swelling! Cum in me too—fill my pussy like you did hers!"
Krillin's pace quickened, sweat dripping, his moans raw and uninhibited. "Chi-Chi... fuck, you're milking me—your pussy's too good! Ahhh... gonna cum again, so deep inside you. Take it—ungh!"
He erupted with a roar, cumming hard, thick spurts painting her walls white. Chi-Chi shattered beneath him, her body convulsing: "Krillin! Cumming—oh fuck, your hot cum in my pussy! Ahhhh, moaning so loud—yes, yes!"
They collapsed in a tangle, breaths mingling, bodies slick. 18 pulled Krillin close, kissing him softly. "Good job, hero. We all needed that."
Bulma chuckled, wiping cum from her thigh. "Round two? Whis won't be back for days."
Chi-Chi smiled shyly. "Only if Krillin's cock can handle it."
He grinned, already stirring. "For you three? Always."
The night stretched on, moans and dialogues weaving into the early hours—promises of more, confessions of longing, and the sweet release of neglected desires finally sated. In a world of gods and warriors, sometimes the real power lay in the quiet strength of a monk and the women who claimed him.