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Reblogging to my Tumblr dedicated exclusively to k18 content.

Chestnut Fest 2022 Prompt: Indulgence

Caramel and Crunchy Stuff

A Dragonball Z/Super Marron fanfiction

by Koinekid

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It started with a dab of caramel on the rim of a bowl.

Dishes had been Marron’s responsibility since she turned seven and discovered the concept of an allowance. Instead of leaving the chore to the end of the day, she developed a habit of regularly checking the sink for dirty dishes, rinsing them, and loading them into the dishwasher for later. Today was no different. After returning from school and tossing her backpack onto the couch, she made a beeline for the kitchen, dreading the horrors that awaited her if uncle Goku had made the surprise visit Goten teased her about. But all she found were a pair of bowls and spoons, nearly spotless save for the telltale drop of golden goodness.

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Dragonball Z Funko Advent Calendar

This year, I thought I’d have a little fun as I count down the days until Christmas, so I purchased an item I came across browsing Amazon. Was it an impulse buy? Surely, but here it is:

This is a Funko Advent calendar featuring 24 mini Dragonball Z figures. I don’t know if Funko made these in previous years; I barred myself from looking into this so as not to spoil the fun. For all I know, the company makes the same set every year, and this is old news. I do know that Funko offered Advent calendars for several franchises, but I only came across that fact on the Amazon page.

Here’s my plan: I’ll share the experience of opening this calendar day-by-day with you. Every day from December 1 – 24, I’ll reveal that day’s figure by posting images and my impressions of it. Sound fun?

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#dragonball z advent calendar #pocket pop #Dragonball Z #dragon ball #DBZ #chestnut family #krillin #goku #vegeta #advent calendar

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k18flashfics · 4 years

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Another Funko Krillin is coming soon.

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How the Ex-Monk Gained A Brother Part 5

I posted a link to this story a couple of weeks ago on @koinekid. Now, here’s the old fashioned preview version for those who prefer reading directly on Tumblr.

Of you can read on FFN.

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Rights to Dragonball and related properties are held by their respective owners. No infringement is implied or intended.

How the Ex-Monk Gained a Brother

A Sequel to By Any Other

By Koinekid

Part Five

Lapis awoke to the aroma of brewing coffee and a weight pressing into his shoulder and pinning him to the couch. The weight soon roused herself and ran a hand through her messy blonde hair. "Krill?" she murmured sleepily.

"No such luck."

Lazuli straightened, and a blush colored her cheeks. "Oh, Lapis. What happened?"

"I guess we fell asleep in front of the TV." He nodded toward the set, where a show featuring children in brightly colored costumes had replaced whatever they were watching last night.

"Like old times?" she said.

He recalled the events of the previous night with a grin. He hadn't watched television in ages, but when his sister appeared at the living room door in her robe and PJs, pressing the power button on the remote seemed the most natural thing in the world.

When she flopped onto the couch beside him, he asked, "Do you think we did this as kids—vegging out in front of the TV?"

"Watching anime and game show? Probably."

"I feel like there should be snacks."

Her expression darkened. "Was dinner not good enough for you?"

He held his tongue, supposing he deserved the jab. Besides, he'd get her back later. "I'm not begging for food. I meant we probably snacked in front of the TV as kids."

"As if Papa would allow that. 'Lazuli, no snacks before dinner.'" She grinned evilly. "'Lazuli let your brother out of that headlock. He's crying.'"

He flicked her on the arm, and she flipped him off.

They stayed silent for a while as the TV droned on. Eventually, they would address the real reason for his visit, but for now, inane chatter was more comfortable—so comfortable that he panicked when she started to change the subject.

"So, Krillin and I—"

"Does the little hubby know you're dressing like a housewife already?"

"Is that supposed to be an insult?"

"I intended it as one, yes."

She huffed. "Jerk. The robe and pajamas were a gift. From my boyfriend. Besides, I refuse to wander around a house full of guys in my regular sleep clothes."

"Why, what do you normally—? Hold on, forget I asked."

She leaned in close. "Slinky. Black. Lace."

"Shut up!"

"From Victoria's Secret."

"Laz!" Inspiration struck. "If you say one more word, you don't get your gift."

That stopped her. "A gift?"

He nodded. "I read in one of your magazines that a houseguest is supposed to bring a gift."

"You read my magazines?"

He couldn't tell what pleased her more—the prospect of a gift or her brother admitting he had read CanCam. "An article or two might have caught my eye while I was ripping out pages for kindling."

She chuckled. "Of course."

"Careful. I can still return the gift."

She smiled sweetly. "Not if you want to leave this house alive."

"I give, I give." He reached into his pocket. "Hold out your arm."

Fastening the gold chain to her wrist brought back more memories. On almost every job they pulled, Lapis would pocket an extra bracelet when Lazuli wasn't looking. He started with cheap bangles before progressing to silver and gold adornments encrusted with diamonds. After the job, while their hearts still pounded and they were giddy with endorphins, he would cover her wrist with one hand, affix the bracelet with the other, and then came the big reveal.

No diamonds decorated this newest bracelet, but the delight in her eyes when he drew back his hand was the same. Knowing he could still elicit that expression made the whole trip worthwhile.

Lazuli's mouth twitched as she fought a grin. Once she regained control, she gave a queenly nod of approval. It was as close as the two of them ever got to a thank you.

The next morning, tugging gently on the bracelet as it hung on her wrist, he admired his good taste. "Not bad, eh?"

He hoped for a trace of the approval from the night before—an early morning hit to go with the coffee percolating in the kitchen. But Lazuli was frowning. Had the gold lost its luster in daylight?

"Lapis?"

"Yeah, sis?"

"The bracelet's great, but..." She let the word hang.

"But?"

"Is it stolen?"

Ah. "What if I said yes?"

"Then you have to return it." She fiddled with the clasp. "I appreciate the gesture, but I'm not—"

He covered her hand with his. "Relax, Laz. I know you're on the straight and narrow now, and—believe it or not—I respect that." They shared a smile before Lapis added, "At least enough not to make you an accessory."

Lazuli rolled her eyes. "Gee, thanks."

"Hey, you actually thanked me for something!"

"That was sarcasm."

"Not just now. Before, when you said you appreciated the gesture."

She shrugged. "A figure of speech, nothing more."

"You can't fool me, sis. The shrimp managed to drill some manners into your thick skull. Remind me to congratulate him."

"Screw you."

Lapis barked a laugh. "Guess you need a few more lessons, huh?"

She was still fuming on the couch, trying to devise a comeback, when they heard a knock on the door. "Come in," she snapped.

The door eased open, and the monk entered, carrying a serving tray. "Breakfast is nearly ready, and I thought you two might like some coffee while you wait."

Lazuli's irritated brow smoothed, and she rose to meet him. "Who's cooking?"

"Oolong. He tasted your leftover casserole and vowed to one-up you."

"He's welcome to try." She took the tray and set it on the coffee table. Then she held out her arm. "Do you like my bracelet? My brother bought it for me."

The monk examined the chain. "It's great. You have an eye for jewelry, Seventeen."

Lapis smirked. "Wonder where I could've picked that up."

The monk rubbed the back of his head and chuckled nervously. "Oh, yeah."

Lazuli glared at her brother before turning back to her boyfriend. "Where's your cup?" There were only two on the tray, alongside the coffee decanter and cream and sugar bowls. "Aren't you joining us?"

"I didn't want to interrupt your talk."

"We're finished. Grab your cup and come back."

"If you're sure." He glanced at Lapis, who answered with a shrug.

The monk departed, and Lazuli returned to the couch and motioned for her brother to slide over. Sitting in his place, she prepared coffees for both of them, then took the monk's cup and did the same—despite his protests—when he returned to sit beside her.

A sip of coffee, and she sighed in satisfaction. "There, now wait until you see what I have planned for us today."

Her eye gleamed, and on either side of her, Lapis and the monk shared uneasy glances.

To be continued

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#k18 #chestnut family #krillin #android eighteen #android 17 #lapis #lazuli #dragonball z #dragonball super #dragonball #dbz #dbs #dragon ball #dragon ball z #fanfiction #dragon ball super #koinekid #fanfic

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k18flashfics · 5 years

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My latest Kame Island Romance posted on my main blog. This one is for Chestnut Fest. Thanks again to @chestnutisland for hosting this amazing event.

Of Love Letters and Loose Leaf Paper, a K18 fan fiction

In this story created for the Chestnut Fest 2019 Confession Prompt, a frustrated Eighteen finds something interesting while searching Krillin’s room while he’s gone.

Read on FFN or AO3.

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I Wanna Touch It, a K18 Flash Fiction

Note: I freely admit this is an unusual one.

For the Chestnut Fest 2019 Birthday Prompt. Thanks to @chestnutisland on for organizing the event once again.

View the story on FFN or AO3 or read below.

Rights to Dragonball and related properties are held by their respective owners. No infringement is implied or intended.

I Wanna Touch It

By Koinekid

Eighteen widened her eyes. “You want to touch what?” When she told Krillin she would grant him one birthday wish, she meant treating him to dinner or a movie. She could see where he might get the impression she was offering more. They were sitting on her bed, after all, but where else were they supposed to spend time together in this small crowded house?

Krillin’s eyes did some widening of their own. “I didn’t mean that!”

“What did you mean? Hell, Krillin, we haven’t even kissed yet.”

“I meant—did you say yet?”

“D-don’t get sidetracked.”

“Sorry. I meant…well, it’s kind of embarrassing.”

“More embarrassing than what I thought you meant?”

“Good point.” To avoid losing his nerve, he averted his gaze. “Iwannatouchyournose.”

“Did you say my nose?”

He nodded, blushing furiously.

“Why? It’s just a—oh.”

“You don’t have to let me. It’s just I’ve never touched one, and it’s my birthday, and you did ask, and—“

Eighteen pressed a finger to his lips to silence him. “Okay.”

“Really?”

“Mm-hmm.” She scooted closer to him and leaned in.

“Could you close your eyes?”

“Why? So you can try some funny stuff?”

“Of course not. It’s weird with you looking at me.”

She huffed but complied. Teasing Krillin could be such fun. The first sensation made her gasp. His hand jerked away, and he apologized.

“It’s fine,” she said. “You startled me. Go on. Just tell me when you’re about to touch.”

“Now,” he whispered, and his forefinger traced the line of her nose from bridge to tip. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she couldn’t have opened them if she wanted to. Then two fingers caressed the side, grazing the delicate flesh beneath her left eye. She shuddered as his finger moved to where her nose met her upper lip. Keep going, she silently urged, imagining that finger teasing her bottom lip.

But he stopped, his hand returning to her nostrils, squeezing gently and almost making her sneeze. She pulled away and opened her eyes.

“Sorry, did I—?”

Her smile stopped him. “Do you want to kiss it?” She almost expected him to ask, Kiss what? But he merely nodded and leaned forward to place a delicate kiss on the tip of her nose.

They both grinned. “This is getting weird, isn’t it?” Krillin asked.

“Little bit. One more kiss?”

“All right.”

When he leaned in, she raised her head slightly so that his lips missed their intended target and found a better one.

“Happy Birthday, Krillin.”

Word Count: 420

The End.

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k18flashfics · 5 years

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Kioekid when will you post New chapter of how EXmonk gained a brother

Thanks for the question. I don’t want to sound evasive, but the next chapters will be made available once I find the time to write them. I moved houses over the summer and am in the midst of my final three classes for grad school. The rest of the story is planned out and partially written, so while there may be some delay, I have not abandoned the story. Thanks for your patience.

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k18flashfics · 5 years

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Just posted a link to this story on my main blog. I’ve been meaning to resurrect this series for a while.

An old story is resurrected. The fourth chapter of the sequel to my first DBZ story is now posted. It contains three scenes. Is that enough numbers? ;)

#ffn #fanfiction.net

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k18flashfics · 5 years

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A full-length short story in excess of 5,000 words, posted on my main blog.

Featuring playtime with Marron, Eighteen on a covert mission, and Krillin in protector mode, with a few quasi cameos by DBZ characters I haven’t written before. Posted on the birthday of my friend @xfadedmemoriezx

Enjoy my longest K18 one-shot to date.

#chestnut family #K18 #krillin #Android Eighteen #marron

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Only on Special Occasions, a K18 flash fiction

Rights to Dragonball and related properties are held by their respective owners. No infringement is implied or intended.

Only on Special Occasions

By Koinekid

Thursday Afternoon

Courtyard of Capsule Corp

“What the hell is birthday sex?”

Bulma gave her friend an indulgent smile. Sometimes, she forgot that Eighteen’s experience prior to Krillin had been wiped out. “You know, the stuff he wants to do in bed that you don’t.”

Eighteen blinked. “Like what?”

Bulma cracked her knuckles. Time to give this girl an education. In vague terms—so as not to shock the poor dear—she described a couple of acts that Vegeta found highly pleasurable but that Krillin would be too embarrassed to ask for.

“What’s wrong with that?”

Hmm. “There’s nothing wrong with it per se—if you’re into that sort of thing—but you’ve got to hold something back.”

“Why?”

“To reward him.” Bulma leaned forward conspiratorially. “Or to get something you want.”

Eighteen shook her head. “But what I want is that stuff.”

“Well, okay, that stuff, but do you…?”

“Yes.”

“And does he…?”

“Of course.”

“And how about…?

Eighteen grinned. “That’s the best part.”

“And…?”

“We have to stretch first, but sure.”

For several moments, Bulma said nothing. Then she triggered a capsule, releasing a notebook and pen. “Go on.”

Twenty minutes later, she had filled several pages and would have continued taking notes had Eighteen’s phone not chirped. The cyborg’s eyes lit up, and she answered.

“Hey, honey…No, we’re chatting…Girl talk…Sure, come on over…See you soon.” Hanging up, she turned back to Bulma. “Krillin’s shift just ended. He’s picking me up for an early dinner before we get Marron from the babysitter.”

When Bulma spotted Krillin flying in, she slammed the notebook shut and fumbled for its capsule. She could feel his curious gaze upon her as he landed, which only deepened the blush staining her cheeks. The couple embraced in a way that seemed more sensual than the typical reserved kisses they shared in front of friends. Then again, perhaps Bulma’s perception had changed. Either way, she excused herself and hurried inside for a cool drink. Or better yet, a hot husband who might be interested in practicing some new...techniques.

Krillin and Eighteen strolled hand-in-hand down the sidewalk. The restaurant was a block away, and they had time before the dinner rush.

“So, Bulma seemed pretty red-faced,” Krillin said. “What did you two talk about?”

“Sex.”

“Oh?” Time was, he would have blushed at the topic.

“Yeah, but I only told her about the tame stuff. I don’t want to embarrass the poor woman.”

Krillin nodded soberly. “You’re a good friend.”

“I know, right?”

Hand-holding transitioned to arms around waist and shoulders, and since the streets were clear, they engaged in a few stolen kisses that were anything but tame.

Word Count: 453

#chestnut family #k18 #krillin #android eighteen #andrroid 18 #dragonball #dragonball z #dragonball super #dbz #dbs #dragon ball #koinekid #flash fiction #fanfiction #fanfic #bulma

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k18flashfics · 5 years

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This is fantastic! I love the detail work of the sweaters and the gingerbread house. The coloring is top notch, and the character work is great: Krillin both concentrating on the task and simply enjoying being with his daughter and Marron looking toward her father with admiration. This is a win-win not only for us but for the entire K18 community.

I lost a bet with @koinekid so now he gets to request two sketches from me…honestly, it’s still a win-win to me lmao.

Anyway, first was Daddy daughter time so what better than having Krillin and Marron making a gingerbread house for the Holidays?!

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#chestnut family #krillin #Marron #daddy daughter time #holiday spirit

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Chances Given, a K18 flash fiction

Rights to Dragonball and related properties are held by their respective owners. No infringement is implied or intended.

Chances Given

By Koinekid

Nothing irritated Eighteen more than hearing how good of a person she was for “giving Krillin a chance.” At first she accepted such words with an approving nod. During the early days of her rehabilitation, she had been so eager to prove to herself that she was on the right path that she never gave the supposed compliments a second thought. As time passed, she recognized them for what they were—veiled, if unintentional, insults to Krillin.

That made her mad. Dating him was no act of charity. From the moment she saw the little monk, she thought he was cute. Not sexy, mind you. That would come later. But definitely cute. And she seized upon the first excuse she could find to tease him with a kiss. She actually wanted to do more, but it would have been hard to play off a tackle hug as an act of intimidation.

Discovering his sex appeal took some time…two seconds to be precise. The first time he tore off his shirt to go for a swim, Eighteen stood goggle-eyed, mouth agape. The muscles in Krillin’s back rippled as he jogged to the ocean, and when he turned to call to her, the definition of his pecs and abs had her swallowing hard. Eighteen’s reputation for silence served her well that day. Had she been forced to speak, the only sounds she could have uttered would have been incoherent.

Eighteen had no illusions about herself either. Her attitude, she knew, left much to be desired. She was pushy, belligerent, a constant source of criticism to her so-called friends, and likely to ignore them or walk away if their topic of conversation bored her. Yet, Krillin insisted on bringing her along to every Capsule Corp function or dinner at the Sons—not to show her off but to include her in his life.

Was Eighteen a good person for giving Krillin a chance? No, she was terribly selfish.

Krillin deserved someone as kind as he, who instinctively recognized his needs and considered them ahead of his own, who didn’t snap at him over the most insignificant things, whose cheeks didn’t burn with embarrassment and who didn’t lose her voice whenever the mood became romantic.

He deserved a woman whose I-love-you’s were shouted as often as they were whispered and who was comfortable holding hands and kissing in public.

But to hell with what he deserved. Eighteen wanted him, so she claimed him. And she would defend her claim against any and all challengers.

As they lay on the couch, face to face, holding one another in a loose embrace, she caught his eye and grinned mischievously.

He returned her smile and gave her a look that said, What are you up to?

“Krillin…” She wanted to tell him what she was thinking, but the myriad thoughts and emotions swirling through her mind were too complex to put into words. Instead, she kissed him. It was a leisurely kiss, meant to convey love and comfort, a desire to spend every night in his arms, and more than a little possessiveness. There were no excited hands fumbling with buttons and belt buckles, no feet tripping over one another in a mad dash to the bedroom. This kiss was a promise, a statement of intent: You’re mine, little man. Don’t even think of running away.

His dark eyes sparkled as she drew back, and he gazed at her with wonder and adoration. So much needed to be said, but she was still learning to be the person he inspired her to be. So for now, she settled on, “Thanks for giving us a chance.”

Word Count: 612

#chestnut family #krillin #android eighteen #juuhachigou #android 18 #dragonball #dragonball z #dragonball super #dragon ball #dragon ball z #dragon ball super #@koinekid #flash fiction #flash fic #fanfiction

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Follow me on twitter

Following the great Tumblr purge (I wasn't affected, but a friend was), I set up Twitter accounts: twitter.com/k18flashfics and twitter.com/koinekid. Feel free to follow me there for links to new K18 stories when they are posted. I have no immediate plans to cease posting on tumblr, but just in case...

#tumblr purge #twitter #follow me #dragonball #dragon ball #chestnut family #krillin #android 18 #android eighteen #juuhachigou #k18

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Eye of the Beholder, a K18 flash fiction

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Eye of the Beholder

By Koinekid

Eighteen stared into the crib and wondered, not for the first time, how something so innocent could come from her. She made peace with her past long ago, aided by her husband’s unconditional love and healthy doses of forgiveness and encouragement. But nothing could erase her former misdeeds. Wasn’t she still the same rotten kid who stole for thrills and swore it would always be her and her brother against the world?

No, not by a long shot. Reluctantly, she tore her eyes from her daughter’s peaceful sleeping form to the framed picture of her and Krillin that sat on the dresser. “So she’ll know we’re always watching over her,” he said when placing it there.

“And we always will,” Eighteen vowed.

“Will what?” came a voice from the hall.

She cut her eyes at the voice’s owner, her glare momentarily freezing him in place.

Her brother swallowed hard and mouthed a sorry. “Do I get to see the baby now?” He carried an open beer, and she gazed longingly at it. No alcohol when you’re pregnant or breastfeeding, the doctor said, and she wanted to throttle him.

She nodded at Seventeen but held a finger over her lips in a signal to keep quiet.

He grinned, but as soon as he saw Marron for the first time, an uneasy look passed over his face. But Eighteen was ignoring him, both hands on the railing of the crib as she fought the urge to lift the little girl into her arms and cuddle her. She’d sneaked away to do just that several times during dinner, leaving Seventeen and Krillin to listen in on her cooing sounds over the baby monitor. As for her assurances and promises that Mama loves you so much and You’re so beautiful, Marron—Seventeen could hardly believe those words came from his sister. Krillin, meanwhile, couldn’t keep the silly smile off his face. When Eighteen disappeared the last time and didn’t come back for a full ten minutes, Krillin encouraged her brother to join her while he cleared the table and started on the dishes.

Watching the girl sleep, Seventeen placed a hand on Eighteen’s shoulder. He imagined the years of torment ahead for Marron as people reacted to her deformity. He didn’t envy his sister for the challenges she would have to guide her daughter through.

He tried to keep his voice level as he whispered, “She doesn’t have a nose.”

“I know.” Unable to hold back any longer, Eighteen caressed the empty area above the girl’s mouth, causing her to gurgle in her sleep. “Isn’t she perfect?” His sister’s tone held no irony, no attempts to reassure herself or deny an uncomfortable truth, only the purity of a mother’s love.

He reached into the crib and, at Eighteen’s nod of approval, stroked Marron’s cheek. The girl stirred and grasped his finger. And in that moment, Seventeen fell in love. “Yeah, she’s perfect.”

Eighteen squeezed his arm. “Come on, Uncle. Let’s let the little firefly sleep.”

He raised a brow at the unusual nickname.

“Krillin’s idea,” she explained as they strolled down the hall. “I think it fits.”

“Because she lights up your lives?” he teased.

Eighteen nodded, completely serious.

“You know you’re turning into the type of person we would’ve made fun of before?”

She merely shrugged.

Pausing, he glanced back at Marron’s room. “Do you mind if I visit more often?”

“Do I mind if you do the thing I’ve been after you to do for years? Yeah, it’ll be fine.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Besides, spending time with Marron will be good practice for when you finally give me a niece or nephew.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” He gestured at her with his beer can. “And you’d better not try to play matchmaker with me.”

“Relax, Seventeen. The only women I know well are Vegeta’s wife and Goku’s widow.” Eighteen stroked her chin. “Hmm.”

“Don’t even joke about that.”

“Yeah, somehow I don’t picture you raising two kids right away. Start with one.” “I’ll stick with being the fun uncle for a while, thanks.”

Eighteen smiled. “My daughter couldn’t have a better one.”

Word Count: 693

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The Kiss I Get from You, a K18 flash fiction

Rights to Dragonball and related properties are held by their respective owners. No infringement is implied or intended.

The Kiss I Get from You

By Koinekid

...the kiss I love the most

Is the kiss I get from you.

—"There's A Kiss" by Jennifer Hanson

As his lips left hers, Eighteen fought the urge to moan. Though successful, she couldn’t stop her tongue darting out to taste the remnants of his kiss, nor keep Krillin from noticing her blush.

The desire to kiss him had been building for weeks, ever since she first invited him to her room. Normally, they spent their time together on the beach or atop the roof, but the weather looked unpleasant that day. She’d also been cleaning out her closet and stacked her chair full of clothes, leaving her bed as the only place for them to sit. As the weeks passed, she continued extending invitations and finding convenient excuses for why they couldn't use her chair. As for why she sat progressively closer to him each time? Fortunately, he never asked, because she couldn’t have explained without resorting to the unthinkable and telling him the truth.

Now that her plan had reached its crescendo and the truth been revealed, she couldn’t escape one thought: Was Krillin really as incredible a kisser as he seemed, or was it only that she had no one to compare him to?

As they stared at one another, uncertain how to proceed, a second thought joined the first: Was she any good? Krillin hadn’t said anything. But what was he supposed to do—compliment her technique? Give her a rating?

Maybe she did something wrong. But how do you kiss wrong? It's just pressing your mouths together, moving your lips, and your tongue.

Her blush returned.

“How was it?” she blurted.

“The kiss?”

She crossed her arms. “Of course, the kiss. What else would I mean?”

"Oh. Wonderful." He rubbed the back of his head, his hand making a scratching sound as it brushed against a week's worth of hair growth. "I sure wasn't expecting it."

"How...how did it"—she grew very quiet—"compare?"

He leaned in, close enough to fan her desire to continue where they left off. "Did you say, compare?"

"Yeah, you know, to others you've...kissed. There have been others, right?" She held her breath.

"Some." He looked uncomfortable. "Have you kissed other guys?"

“Of course!" she answered too quickly. "Tons of 'em. I…just can’t remember.”

He raised a brow, a smile teasing his lips. "Tons?"

She turned away. "I can't help it if I lost my memory. I didn't ask to be experimented on, you know."

"I know."

“And would it be a crime if I hadn’t been kissed before? We can’t all be kissing masters like the great Krillin. I wasn’t a student of the perverted Turtle Hermit. I'm sure he gave you plenty of tips.”

Her words lost steam as Krillin ran his fingers across the back of her hand and up her arm. Facing him, she swallowed hard at his intense gaze.

“So, you're out of practice,” he whispered, his breath tickling her cheek. “We can remedy that.”

“And how do you suggest we do that? Oh.”

Krillin smiled, and it was a good thing Eighteen was seated, because she suddenly felt weak in the knees.

Minutes later, he blew gently on her swollen lips, causing her to shiver. At least now she had her answer—he really was that good.

“There were only two others,” Krillin offered.

Eighteen blinked in confusion, having forgotten most of their conversation. "Hmm?"

“The girls I kissed. There were two of them, and neither compared to this, to you.”

Pleased, she toyed with the collar of his shirt. “I’m the best, huh?”

“Undoubtedly.”

“Good.” Still, “Who were they?”

“Eighteen, I’m not going to answer that.”

“Why, do I know either of them?”

He squirmed, and she tightened her hold on his shirt.

"Krillin?"

"Um..." His eyes widened as he thought of something. "I could tell you, or"—he smiled slyly—"we could make out some more."

Letting out a sigh, she pulled on his shirt until their lips met and wiped the smirk from his face.

Word Count: 657

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Yippie Ki-yay, a K18 flash fiction

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Yippee Ki-yay

By Koinekid

Eighteen winced at her reflection in the mirror. There must be something else to wear.

But she’d ransacked her closet and come up empty. A rambunctious five-year-old and a husband on late night shifts all month long left her little time to keep up with her housework. She’d simply put off laundry once too often and was left with only—sigh—her western wear.

The fringes alone violated several laws of good taste. She was hardly a trendsetter these days, having exchanged high fashion for high chairs when their little chestnut came along, but if she stepped out of the house like this, her nosy neighbors would never let her hear the end of it. The boots were nice, though. She would have to work them into her regular rotation.

Eighteen didn’t know why she even kept the outfit after Chi-Chi returned it. Leaving it in a heap on the Sons’ bedroom floor when she trashed the place had been her way of tossing it out. But she accepted it with good grace and promptly shoved it into the back of her closet as soon as she arrived home. She meant to throw it out once again before the move from Kame House to Satan City, but Krillin must have packed it in one of the capsules. Technically, that made her fashion faux pas his fault. Hmm.

Emptying the contents of the bedroom hamper into a laundry basket, she crept into her daughter’s room to gather her dirty clothes. Eighteen’s heart melted as it ever did when she spied her little bundle of energy at rest, and she resisted the impulse to nuzzle her cheek. No need to disturb the little one’s slumber. She’d be chasing her around the house soon enough.

She was surprised to find Marron was the only one sleeping in the house. Krillin’s shift ended two hours ago, and she expected to find him sacked out on the couch, not sitting idly watching the morning news with a cup of coffee in front of him.

Eighteen missed his presence in their bed, but he insisted on sleeping downstairs while on night shift. Don’t want to wake my ladies, he said. She thought the sentiment silly until the night he bumped into their bedside table, and Marron screamed her head off in the next room, thinking there was an intruder. Turns out daddy’s little firefly was more disturbed by his recent absences than she let on.

Standing on the stairs, Eighteen balanced the basket against her hip. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

He looked at her and started to respond, only to pause. She had almost forgotten what she was wearing until she saw his mischievous smirk. Uh-oh.

“Howdy, buckaroo.”

She rolled her eyes. “You know I hate you right now.”

“That’s no way for a cowpoke to talk.”

“Your accent is terrible.” She descended the stairs and went about tidying up the living room, intent on ignoring him. If only it were that easy.

“Aw, little lady, you’re hurting my feelings.”

She bit back a retort about which one of them should be called little. “Do you want to sleep downstairs tonight?”

“In the corral with them other varmints? Surely not, missy.”

“Krillin! I am warning you.” That warning was silenced by two arms encircling her waist and pulling her against a strong chest.

“I’d much rather sleep in the bunkhouse with you,” he murmured.

She swallowed hard, inexplicably fighting the blush creeping into her cheeks. “You—you keep this up, and I’ll have to…to brand you.”

“Already been branded.” He rubbed his forehead into her back.

“This’ll be a place only I can see.”

“Tell me more.”

No sooner had he released her than she dropped her laundry basket and whipped around, sending her garment’s fringe flying. She was on him, and they tumbled to the floor, all frantic hands and eager kisses. Apparently she’d been missing him in her bed even more than she realized.

Catching his breath, he nodded toward the stairs that led to their bedroom. “Bunkhouse?”

She grinned. “I’ll bring the lariat.”

Word Count: 681

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