Dragon Ball Z: Unexpected Alliances – The Ultimate Gathering
The sun dipped low over the sprawling grounds of Capsule Corp, casting a golden hue across the manicured lawns and high-tech domes. It was supposed to be a simple reunion – Goku had dragged everyone together for what he called "team bonding training." But as the evening wore on, the sparring sessions turned into laughter-filled barbecues, and the air grew thick with something far more primal than ki energy. Beer flowed freely from Bulma's endless supply, and the group's usual banter edged into flirtatious territory. Goku, ever the oblivious powerhouse, chowed down on his tenth rack of ribs, while Vegeta nursed a scowl and a scotch, his pride barely masking the heat in his eyes. Chi-Chi fanned herself dramatically, her traditional dress clinging a bit too snugly after the day's exertions, and Bulma lounged in a skimpy bikini top and shorts that left little to the imagination. And then there was Krillin – the pint-sized powerhouse, his bald head gleaming under the string lights, feeling oddly out of place but buzzing with a confidence he hadn't known since his days at the monastery.
"Man, Goku, you really outdid yourself with this spread," Krillin chuckled, wiping sauce from his chin as he sat cross-legged on the grass. His voice was light, but his eyes darted between the women, lingering on Chi-Chi's flushed cheeks and Bulma's endless legs. At 5'5", he was the shortest by far, but tonight, he felt like a giant waiting to unleash.
Goku grinned, mouth full. "Hah! Thanks, buddy! Nothin' like good food and good friends to keep the spirit high. Right, Vegeta? Pass me another one of those fancy drinks Bulma made."
Vegeta snorted, his arms crossed over his broad chest, the Saiyan armor discarded for a tight black tank that showed off every rippling muscle. "Tch. If this is your idea of training, Kakarot, no wonder you're always a step behind. But I'll admit... the company's not entirely intolerable." His gaze flicked to Bulma, who winked at him from across the picnic blanket, her blue hair tousled and wild.
Chi-Chi laughed, a rare, unguarded sound that made Krillin's heart skip. She was perched on a lawn chair, her dark hair pinned up but starting to fall loose, her curves accentuated by the way she shifted. "Oh, Vegeta, always the charmer. Goku, if you eat one more rib, I'm divorcing you on the spot. Save some room for... dessert." Her eyes met Krillin's for a beat too long, a spark there that neither had acknowledged since their old tournament days. Back then, Krillin had crushed on her hard, but Goku had swept in like a hurricane. Now, with the world saved a dozen times over, old flames flickered dangerously.
Bulma stretched languidly, her full breasts straining against the thin fabric of her top. "Dessert? Now you're speaking my language, Chi-Chi. I've got a bottle of that vintage wine from my private cellar – the one that makes you feel like you're flying without a Senzu Bean. Who's in?" She stood, hips swaying as she sauntered toward the house, tossing a teasing glance over her shoulder. "Krillin? You look like you could use a top-up. Come help me carry it?"
Krillin blinked, caught off guard. "Uh, sure, Bulma! Lead the way." He hopped up, following her into the cool air-conditioned halls of Capsule Corp, the others trailing behind with lazy steps. Goku was already yawning, but Vegeta watched with narrowed eyes, sensing the shift in the air like an incoming storm.
Inside the dimly lit kitchen, Bulma rummaged in a cabinet, her ass brushing against Krillin's thigh as she reached high. "Oops," she purred, not moving away. "These shelves are murder on my back. A little help?"
Krillin's hands trembled as he steadied her waist, his fingers grazing soft skin. "Y-yeah, got it." But he didn't pull back. The scent of her perfume – something floral and electric – hit him like a Kamehameha. "Bulma, you know you're playing with fire here, right? With everyone just outside?"
She turned in his arms, pressing close enough that he could feel the heat radiating from her body. Her lips curved into a mischievous smile. "Fire? Darling, I'm the one who invented the damn fire extinguisher. Besides... don't think I haven't noticed how you've been staring. All of you Saiyans are so... intense. But you, Krillin? You've got that quiet strength. Makes a girl wonder what's hiding under those baggy pants."
Before he could stammer a response, the door swung open. Chi-Chi stepped in, Goku and Vegeta right behind, the big oaf munching on a pilfered apple. "Hey, what's taking so long? I'm starving for that wine!" Goku boomed, oblivious as ever.
Vegeta, however, paused, his sharp senses picking up the tension. "Hn. Am I interrupting something?" His voice was a low growl, but there was no real anger – just that possessive edge that Bulma loved to poke.
Chi-Chi crossed her arms, but her cheeks were pink. "Actually, Vegeta, you might be just in time. Bulma's got that look – the one where she turns a simple drink into a full-blown party." She shot Krillin a sidelong glance, bold and appraising. "And Krillin here's been holding out on us. Remember that time at the tournament, Goku? When he stripped down for the weigh-in? Kid's got more going on than people think."
Goku tilted his head, apple forgotten. "Huh? Krillin? Yeah, he's tough! Took down a whole army once with those Destructo Discs. What's that got to do with wine?"
Bulma burst out laughing, grabbing the bottle and four glasses. "Oh, Goku, you're hopeless. Come on, everyone – backyard lounge. Let's make this interesting." She poured generously as they resettled on the oversized cushions Bulma had dragged out earlier, the group forming a loose circle under the stars. The wine hit fast – sweet, heady, loosening tongues and inhibitions.
Hours blurred. Stories turned raunchy: Goku recounting his awkward first time with Chi-Chi in the woods ("I thought the birds were attacking us!"), Vegeta admitting (grudgingly) to a one-night stand on Planet Frieza ("She had tentacles. Don't ask."). Bulma regaled them with tales of her wild college days, her hand casually on Vegeta's thigh. Chi-Chi, tipsy and glowing, leaned against Krillin's shoulder. "You know, Krillin, you've always been the sweet one. Goku's all power, no finesse. Vegeta's too proud to beg. But you... you'd make a girl feel *seen*."
Krillin swallowed hard, his arm around her waist now, the wine buzzing in his veins. "Chi-Chi... I mean, Mrs. Goku... you can't say stuff like that. It's –"
"Call me Chi-Chi," she whispered, her breath hot on his neck. "And why not? Life's too short. We've died how many times? Tonight, I want to *live*." Her hand slid to his chest, fingers tracing the scars from old battles.
Across the circle, Bulma watched, her eyes dark with lust. She straddled Vegeta's lap without warning, grinding slowly as she kissed him deep. "Mmm, Vegeta, you've been tense all night. Let me fix that." Vegeta's hands gripped her hips, a rumble in his throat. "Woman, if you insist..."
Goku blinked, then grinned like it was the most natural thing. "Whoa, Bulma! You two are really going at it. Hey, Chi-Chi, you wanna –?"
But Chi-Chi was already turning to Krillin, her lips crashing against his in a kiss that tasted of wine and desperation. "Yes," she murmured against his mouth. "God, yes. Krillin, I've fantasized about this. Show me what you've got."
The dam broke. Clothes flew – Goku's orange gi hitting the grass first as he pulled Chi-Chi toward him, but she waved him off playfully. "Not yet, Goku. Share." Vegeta had Bulma's top off in seconds, his mouth on her breasts, eliciting moans that echoed into the night. Krillin, heart pounding, stood, shedding his shirt to reveal a body honed by years of training – compact, muscular, deceptively powerful.
Bulma broke away from Vegeta long enough to crawl over, her eyes widening as she tugged at Krillin's pants. "Holy shit, Krillin. Is that...?" The fabric dropped, and there it was – his cock, thick and veined, springing free at an impossible fifteen inches, dwarfing even the Saiyans' legendary endowments. It throbbed in the moonlight, heavy and insistent, the head already glistening.
Goku's jaw dropped mid-kiss with Chi-Chi. "Whoa! Krillin, when did *that* happen? You're hung like a goddamn dinosaur!"
Vegeta paused, shirtless and smirking, Bulma's hand wrapped around his own impressive length – a solid ten inches, but paling in comparison. "Impossible. The bald fool out-sizes me? Hmph. Impressive... for a human."
Bulma licked her lips, stroking Krillin reverently. "Oh, honey, this is a scientific marvel. Fifteen inches? I need to measure this later. But first..." She leaned in, tongue flicking the tip, making Krillin groan.
Chi-Chi gasped, her dress hiked up, fingers dipping between her thighs as she watched. "Krillin... it's beautiful. Come here. Let me taste you first."
The orgy ignited. Krillin sank onto the cushions, Chi-Chi and Bulma kneeling before him like worshippers. Chi-Chi's mouth was eager, soft lips stretching around the head, her tongue swirling as she bobbed shallowly. "Mmmph... so big... I can barely..." She pulled back, strings of saliva connecting them, her eyes watering with effort and arousal. "Goku never... oh god, Krillin, you're filling my mouth already."
Bulma joined in, licking the shaft from base to tip, her hand pumping what Chi-Chi couldn't take. "Teamwork makes the dream work, ladies. Suck him like you mean it." Their tongues met over his length, dueling in wet, sloppy kisses around his girth. Krillin's hands tangled in their hair – black and blue strands – his hips bucking involuntarily. "F-fuck... you two are incredible. Bulma, your tongue... Chi-Chi, deeper... yes!"
Goku, not one to be left out, stripped fully and knelt behind Chi-Chi, his massive cock – twelve inches of Saiyan steel – pressing against her ass. "Chi-Chi, you look so hot like this. Mind if I...?" He didn't wait for an answer, sliding into her soaked pussy with a wet schlick, making her cry out around Krillin's dick.
"Ahh! Goku! Yes, fuck me while I suck him!" Chi-Chi's words muffled, vibrations humming through Krillin as Goku thrust steadily, his balls slapping her thighs. "Harder, Goku! Make me feel it!"
Vegeta, ever the prince, positioned Bulma on all fours, entering her from behind with a possessive growl. "Mine," he snarled, pounding deep, her breasts swaying. But Bulma's eyes stayed on Krillin, moaning. "Vegeta, you're good... but I need *that* next. Krillin, baby, save some for me."
The air filled with the symphony of flesh – slaps, gasps, wet sucks. Krillin's head fell back, overwhelmed. "Guys... this is insane. Vegeta, you cool with this?"
Vegeta grunted between thrusts, sweat beading on his brow. "As long as she screams my name first, Earthling. But... join us. Kakarot, switch."
Goku pulled out of Chi-Chi with a pop, her juices dripping down her legs. "Switch? Like musical chairs? Awesome!" He moved to Bulma, who eagerly took him in her mouth while Vegeta railed her pussy. "Bulma! Your mouth's like velvet!"
Chi-Chi climbed onto Krillin's lap, straddling him, her dress torn open to bare her heaving breasts. "My turn to ride the king." She guided his massive cock to her entrance, slick and ready from Goku's earlier attentions. Inch by agonizing inch, she sank down, her walls stretching impossibly around him. "Ohhh fuck! Krillin! It's too big... splitting me... ahh, yes! Deeper!"
Krillin gripped her hips, guiding her down until half his length was buried, her belly bulging slightly from the intrusion. "Chi-Chi... you're so tight. Like a vice. Ride me, baby. Take it all."
She did, bouncing with wild abandon, her ass cheeks clapping against his thighs. "Yes! Fuck, Goku, watch this! Your best friend's destroying me! Harder, Krillin! Make me cum!"
Goku, now buried in Bulma's throat, watched with wide-eyed awe. "Whoa, Chi-Chi, you look amazing! Krillin's really giving it to you!"
Vegeta, sensing the shift, pulled out of Bulma and moved to Chi-Chi, pressing his cock against her lips. "Suck it, woman. Earn your pleasure." Chi-Chi obliged, moaning around him as she ground on Krillin, the four of them forming a chain of ecstasy.
Bulma, freed momentarily, crawled to Krillin's side, kissing him fiercely while fondling his balls. "Don't forget about me, big boy. I want that monster inside." She slipped a finger alongside where Krillin entered Chi-Chi, rubbing her clit, making the housewife shatter. "Cumming! Krillin! Goku! Vegeta! Fuuuuck!"
Chi-Chi's orgasm rippled through her, clenching Krillin like a fist. He nearly lost it, but held back, flipping her onto her back gently. "Your turn to scream my name." He thrust deep, bottoming out at last, his balls slapping her ass. The group rearranged – Goku now fucking Bulma doggy-style, Vegeta taking Chi-Chi's mouth again, but all eyes on Krillin's relentless pounding.
"Look at him go," Goku panted, slamming into Bulma. "Krillin's a beast! Bulma, you feel that? I'm close..."
Bulma gasped, pushing back. "Do it, Goku! Fill me up... but save room. Krillin's next!"
Vegeta smirked, face-fucking Chi-Chi with controlled fury. "The Earthling has stamina. I'll give him that. Deeper, woman – choke on it."
The pace built to frenzy. Krillin's hips blurred, his fifteen-inch cock pistoning in and out of Chi-Chi, her legs wrapped around his waist. "Chi-Chi... gonna cum... where?"
"Inside!" she wailed, pulling him closer. "Breed me, Krillin! Give me what Goku can't!"
That did it. With a roar that rivaled a Spirit Bomb, Krillin buried himself to the hilt, his cock swelling as ropes of thick cum erupted, flooding her womb. Pulse after pulse, he pumped her full, excess spilling out around his shaft. "Take it all! Fuck... yes!"
Chi-Chi arched, another orgasm crashing. "Hot... so much... overflowing! Yes!"
Goku, inspired, unloaded into Bulma's mouth, her gulping eagerly. "Bulma! Here it comes!" She swallowed most, but let some dribble down her chin, turning to Krillin with a grin.
"My turn, stud." Bulma shoved Chi-Chi aside playfully – the other woman collapsing in a sated heap – and mounted Krillin reverse cowgirl, her genius ass on full display. "Watch this, Vegeta. Your woman's about to get ruined."
Vegeta stroked himself, eyes locked. "Do it. But make it good."
Bulma impaled herself, crying out as his still-hard length stretched her wider than Vegeta or Goku ever had. "Oh my god! Fifteen inches of heaven! Krillin, fuck me like you own me!" She rode hard, her pussy gripping him like a glove, walls fluttering.
Krillin sat up, hands on her tits, pinching nipples. "Bulma... you're a goddess. So wet... so perfect." He thrust up, meeting her drops, the sound obscene.
Goku, recovering, slid behind Bulma, lubing his cock with her juices before pressing into her ass. "Double team? Yeah!"
Bulma screamed in bliss. "Yes! Goku in my ass, Krillin in my pussy! Vegeta, Chi-Chi – join!"
Vegeta took Bulma's mouth, while Chi-Chi straddled Krillin's face, grinding her cum-filled pussy on his tongue. "Clean me up, Krillin. Taste yourself in me."
The finale was chaos – a writhing mass of bodies. Krillin licked Chi-Chi to another peak, his tongue delving deep for his own seed. Bulma bounced between the two cocks, double-penetrated and drooling around Vegeta. "Mmmph! Filling every hole! Cum in me, Krillin! Both of you!"
Goku groaned first, flooding Bulma's ass. "Take it, Bulma! All mine!"
That triggered Krillin. "Bulma... now!" He slammed up, erupting again – even more voluminous, painting her insides white, cum gushing out as she clenched.
Bulma shattered, squirting around him. "Yes! So full... leaking everywhere! Vegeta, your turn!"
Vegeta pulled out, spraying across her back and Chi-Chi's face. "Claimed."
They collapsed in a heap, limbs tangled, breaths ragged. Goku chuckled first. "Best training ever. Round two?"
Chi-Chi nuzzled Krillin, kissing his chest. "Only if our king leads."
Bulma, cum dripping from every orifice, grinned at Krillin. "Fifteen inches of legend. We need to do this weekly."
Vegeta huffed, but pulled Bulma close. "Tch. Fine. But next time, I top the bald one."
Krillin, spent but smiling, wrapped arms around Chi-Chi and Bulma. "Deal. Friends forever... and more."
Under the stars, the warriors of Earth – and their unbreakable bonds – had forged something eternal. The night was young, and so were their appetites.