# Three's a Crowd (Krillin's Cut)
**by brickedupbionicle (rewritten)**
**Summary**
It's Bulma's birthday and Vegeta arranged for a special surprise for her. (Spoiler: it's filthy group sex with Goku.) But the real surprise is when Krillin barges in to ask a question and ends up joining — and blackmailing them all with the threat of telling Gohan, Goten, Chi-Chi, Dr. Brief, and *especially* Trunks exactly what kind of woman his mother really is.
**Notes**
Yes they're all OOC cause this is the ramblings of a pervert. Now with 100% more bald monk.
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It was Bulma's birthday, and once all of the extravagant parties were over — the cake demolished, the champagne drunk, the guests finally shuffled out the door — it was time for her and Vegeta both to make their way back to bed.
However, as Bulma opened the bedroom door, she was immediately pushed back against the wall, pinned to it by the strength of her husband kissing her. He shut the door with one hand and the other came up to grab her ass, squeezing a cheek hard as he pressed his leg up against her for friction. She straddled it, pushing her tongue out to deepen the kiss.
*Thank God for birthday sex,* Bulma thought. *The perfect ending to a perfect night.*
"What do you say we take this to the bed?" she whispered as she pulled away for a second.
Vegeta grinned at her and she cocked an eyebrow suspiciously. Vegeta never grinned. What did he have up his sleeve?
"I think we should wait a moment for that," he replied. "I have a special surprise planned for you tonight — something I know you've always wanted."
Bulma looked at him suspiciously. *What's something she's always wanted?* Pretty much anything she wants she can just buy, so she had no idea what he possibly could've planned for her.
"Let's just take it slow," he whispered, leaning in to kiss on her neck, his leg pressed harder against her. Bulma agreed and ran her hands up and down his big muscular back and chest, enjoying the slowness of it all.
Vegeta pressed his erection up against her as she grinded on his leg, warm and hard through his pants. She reached down and unbuttoned them, slowly slipping them downwards until he pulled away and helped push them entirely off.
"Someone's impatient, aren't they?" he asked playfully, reaching behind her to unzip her dress and let it fall to the floor.
"What a naughty girl." He breathed as he saw she wasn't wearing underwear, a bead of wetness already formed in her soft patch of blue hair. He reached down to rub against her clit and she hissed in pleasure, pressing up against him. She was so fucking horny it was ridiculous; she needed to convince him to give her that surprise already.
She dropped down to her knees in front of him, pawing at his cock through his underwear.
"Look at you. On your birthday, the only day where it's expected of you to be selfish, all you want to do is please me."
Bulma nodded her head, staring at Vegeta sheepishly through her fluttering eyelashes. He looked so hot standing over her menacingly, his hard cock straining through his boxers mere inches from her face. He was so hot when he was being dominant.
He smirked and let out a low chuckle. "What a good little whore." He whispered, reaching down to softly cup her face in his hands. He pulled his dick free from his underwear with one and pushed it into her open mouth.
"Oh, fuck." He groaned, shuddering as he pulled her face deeper down onto it. She moaned involuntarily around him, pussy aching from lust. She could feel her juices dribbling out into the space between her naked thighs. She reached up with one hand to wrap around his base and she started licking and sucking on his head, teasing him.
Suddenly she felt a sharp smack against her ass and gasped, looking out of the corner of her eye to see the smiling face of her husband's friend, Goku.
"What do we have here?" he asked, coming to squat behind her. He reached around and grabbed one hard nipple in her hand, the other reaching down to immediately start circling her clit.
Bulma gasped in shock at this revelation. She thought that Vegeta would never ever agree to share her, especially with his biggest rival and best friend. Goku laughed a genuine laugh in her ear, smiling devilishly up at Vegeta. "She's very wet."
"She's such a dirty little slut, always talking about a threesome. Aren't you, baby?" Vegeta asked. "She's dripping wet right now, imagine how wet she'll be after we're done with her." He bit his lower lip and pushed further into her throat. "Yeah? You love sucking cock, don't you? And you love getting filled up with cum."
Goku nodded for her, reaching further down to push one of his fingers inside of her hole. She shuddered around him, subconsciously grinding against his hand to push him further in. His other hand started pinching and rolling her nipple around more roughly, sending shivers down her spine.
He slowly withdrew his finger from her, reaching behind her this time to start gingerly rubbing around her asshole, lubing it up with her own juices.
"And she loves getting filled in every hole, too. Don't you, baby? She's very used to it." Vegeta added.
She whimpered as Goku pushed his finger inside, reeling at the mixture of a dull ache and tingles of pleasure. Vegeta pulled himself out of her mouth and kneeled in front of her, reaching down between her thighs, quickly finding the hard nub of her clit. He pressed his mouth against hers hard, teeth clashing as he shoved his tongue between her lips and started rubbing harder against her. She moaned loudly into his mouth, wrapping her arms around him for stability.
Goku was still working his finger in and out of her asshole, panting into her ear, his breath warm as it washed over the delicate skin of her neck. He pressed his body more firmly against hers as he slowly pushed a second finger inside, stretching her out further, making her wince for a second. However, before she could even blink the pain was overtaken by the waves of absolute pleasure rushing throughout her body. She was almost overstimulated, hands running all over the outside and inside of her.
"Kami," Goku whispered, clearly aroused. She arched her back to press her ass harder against him, her legs spreading a bit to give both men easier access.
"You're doing such a wonderful job, princess." Vegeta purred as he slipped a finger into her pussy. She bit her lip as she felt both holes being stretched simultaneously, felt the men synchronize their rhythms as they slowly, languidly pumped in and out of her.
She laid there in shock and awe for a long time, reeling in the feeling of so many strong hands on her body, feeling herself ache in pleasure, everyone moaning and kissing and licking and whispering to each other. It was hard to tell where one person began and another ended.
Eventually, though, Goku pulled himself out of her and gave her a gentle smack on the ass. "I think she's ready." He said, and Vegeta smiled. He pulled his finger out of her and pushed it into her mouth, forcing her to lick her own juices off his hand.
They both picked her up and carried her over onto the spacious king bed, her arms and legs sprawled out unceremoniously. One man crawled up to be on either side of her, though she was still facing Vegeta. Goku quickly pulled off his boxer briefs, and now they were all naked.
She smiled as she reached down to wrap a hand around Vegeta's meaty cock, slowly stroking it up and down. He reached up to pull her face closer and kiss her.
From behind Goku was massaging her asscheeks, spreading them apart and squeezing them and gently rubbing the pads of his fingers against her hole. She could feel him spitting onto her ass as he inserted his finger into her again, twisting and pushing inside. She never in a million years would have guessed that one day she'd have sex with Goku — or, even more unbelievably — that he'd be *good* at it.
Vegeta pulled away from her for a moment. "I can't wait to break this bitch in." He growled. Her eyes rolled back in her head; he had the uncanny ability to make anything and everything sound sexy.
He reached down to position himself where he could penetrate her laying on her side, scooting down to a better angle. His positioning plus the fact that he was short put him at the perfect angle to mouth her nipple, sucking it into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. She sighed and leaned into his touch, arching her back towards Goku as he also positioned himself for penetrating her.
Suddenly, as if they'd coordinated it, both men slowly started sinking into her. She gasped, the pleasure feeling fiery and overwhelming as they both inched their way inside, stretching her out to her limit and even beyond. The pleasure was white hot and almost unimaginable, traveling through her body in hot waves and shudders. She let out a primal cry, throwing her head back onto Goku's broad muscular shoulders.
Vegeta growled into her, biting softly on her nipple as he grabbed her asscheeks hard, spreading them out to let Goku fuck her deeper. Goku replied in turn by fucking into her harder, his balls smacking against the back of her thighs. Vegeta groaned and thrust harder himself, almost like the men were competing for who could fuck her better. She was finding it incredible that her body was able to withstand being plowed by two massive Saiyan cocks at a time.
She could feel the ridges of both of the heads of their cocks as they passed by each other through the thin wall between her two holes. It was a feeling unlike any she'd ever experienced before; she doubted she'd ever feel anything this good again for her entire life.
Goku craned his neck forward and began licking and sucking on the delicate skin of her throat. Vegeta reached up with one hand to wrap around it and squeeze lightly. "You like that, huh?" He breathed, barely audible. "You love being filled up and used like a little fuck doll. You want to be pushed around and slapped and choked and spanked, don't you? You bad, bad little girl."
"Y-yes, sir…" She whispered back, and the answer made Vegeta double his efforts again. He was slamming into her, his cock stretching her out so good that she could feel the tension of her orgasm building up in her chest.
Vegeta could sense her getting close. The two of them had fucked so many times that he could tell when she was about to come from the pitch of her moans and cries alone. He moved his mouth over to her other nipple, his hand reaching down to frantically rub her clit. She shuddered in pleasure, screaming out neither man's names but a long cry of pleasure. Her breath hitched as her orgasm wracked through her, causing both of her holes to tighten and the stretching pain and pleasure to intensify.
"*Fuck*, princess… you're so tight around our cocks… you're such a perfect little fuck doll. Being used by two big strong men." He smiled and lifted her right leg up to give both of them a better angle to penetrate from. "We could snap you like a twig right now if we wanted to… you're so fragile…"
Bulma smiled and leaned her head back again on Goku, who was pumping with all of his might, concentrating too hard to participate much in the dirty talk. "F-feels good." He grunted between thrusts.
"I know, it feels so fucking good…" She whimpered, arms coming to wrap around Vegeta and hold him closer as he continued fucking her.
"You want us to come, princess?" Vegeta whispered in her ear as he reached down to rub her clit again. "You want to feel yourself being filled up by loads of cum in both holes? Stuffed with cum like the wanton slut you are?"
Bulma bit her lip and nodded quickly, the pleasure already intensifying again. She could feel her second orgasm fast approaching. "*Fuck yes* Vegeta, *fuck yes* Goku… I want us all to cum together, I want both of you to cum in me so hard…"
They took her words very seriously because right after she finished they both started bucking into her even harder, more sporadically, each of them rapidly approaching orgasm.
"B-Bulma…" Goku groaned as he came, his cock twitching inside her as he gushed into her ass. Vegeta felt the extra pressure and with one more hard stroke he too was coming, his load seeping into her and sending her over the edge as she screamed again, breathing heavily as she writhed in pain and pleasure. Vegeta slowly stopped rubbing her clit and then both men pulled out, leaving her lying on the bed feeling both empty and full.
"Thank you so much." She breathed, staring up at the ceiling. "That was the best gift I could've gotten."
And that was when the door creaked open.
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Bulma shrieked. Goku yelped. Vegeta just froze mid-stretch, cock still slick and shiny, his eyes darting to the doorway like a deer in headlights.
Because standing in the doorway, mouth hanging wide open, was **Krillin**.
He had clearly come up to ask Bulma something — some dumb little question about a gravity chamber part or a Capsule Corp shipment, something completely ordinary — and instead he had walked straight into the single most indecent scene in West City.
He was still wearing his jacket. He had one hand raised, like he'd been about to knock *after* already opening the door. His eyes moved very slowly from Bulma's flushed, sweat-sheened face, down her heaving chest with her big tits still wet and marked with bite prints, down to the little puddle of Goku and Vegeta's combined cum slowly leaking out of her on the sheets.
Nobody said anything for a full five seconds.
"Oh my *God*," Krillin finally said.
"Krillin—" Bulma started.
"Oh my *GOD*." Krillin repeated, louder. A grin was spreading across his face, slow and evil, like a man who had just realized he was holding all the cards in a poker game. "Oh, this is *beautiful*. This is the best day of my life and it isn't even my birthday."
"It's— we can explain—" Bulma stammered, yanking a sheet up over her chest, which only made it worse because now she was peeking out over the top of it like a scandalized housewife.
"Explain *what*?" Krillin laughed, stepping in and closing the door behind him with a click that sounded ominous. "That you, married, mother of a teenage boy, just let your husband and his best friend tag-team you on your birthday? That's not something you *explain*, Bulma. That's something you *confess*."
Goku had recovered enough to laugh his easy laugh. "Aw, hey Krillin! How long you been standing there, buddy?"
"Long enough," Krillin said, crossing his arms. "Long enough to hear your wife call her a *fuck doll*, Vegeta. Long enough to hear Bulma scream like a cat in heat. Long enough to see you two empty your balls into her like she was a couple of kegs." He shook his head slowly, savoring it. "Man. And here I thought you two couldn't stand each other."
Vegeta finally found his voice, and it came out flat and dangerous. "What do you want, Krillin."
"I came to ask a question," Krillin said. "But I think the question can wait. Because right now, the *real* question is what it's gonna cost you three to keep my mouth shut."
Bulma's eyes narrowed. "*Cost* us?"
"Oh yeah." Krillin pulled out the desk chair, spun it around, and sat on it backwards, resting his chin on his crossed arms like a kid about to watch a show. "See, Bulma, I know things. I *know people*. And people *love* gossip. Especially people like your family."
Bulma swallowed. "What are you going to do."
"I'm not gonna do anything." Krillin grinned wider. "I'm just gonna *tell* a few folks what I saw. Little casual comments. Nothing big." He held up a finger and started ticking them off.
"One — Gohan. Kid's gonna be *devastated*. His dad and his mentor, double-teaming his best friend's mom. He's gotta find out eventually."
"Two — Goten. Imagine that little sweetheart asking his daddy why he was so tired and why *you* smell like Auntie Bulma."
"Three — Chi-Chi." Krillin's grin turned almost cruel. "Ooh, *Chi-Chi*. Goku's wife. You think she's gonna be happy hearing her husband's been balls-deep in the richest woman on the planet? Chi-Chi's gonna come down here with a frying pan and she ain't gonna be cooking."
Goku's face went pale. "Oh no. Oh man. *Chi-Chi*."
"Uh-huh." Krillin nodded. "And four — old man Dr. Brief. Your dad, Bulma. Imagine explaining to your sweet little genius father that his only daughter is running a brothel out of her master bedroom."
Bulma was turning a shade of pink that clashed with her hair.
"And then," Krillin said, and he leaned forward, and his voice dropped to something softer and meaner at the same time, "there's the big one. The one that's gonna *really* hurt."
Bulma's heart sank. "*Trunks.*"
"*Trunks*," Krillin confirmed, drawing the name out. "Your son. Vegeta's son. Goku's best little buddy in the whole wide world." He shook his head, mock-sympathetic. "Poor kid. Imagine finding out that his dad got off on watching his mom get railed by his dad's rival. That Vegeta — the *prince of all Saiyans*, the proudest man alive — named his own wife a *slut*, a *whore*, a *bad bad little girl*, and let another man fill her up like she was nothing but a hole." He cackled. "Imagine the *shame*, Bulma. Imagine how much shame Trunks is gonna feel. His mother, a horny little milf getting stuffed in every hole on her birthday. By *two* men. While her husband watches and *helps*."
Bulma buried her face in her hands.
Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest, muscles flexing, trying to look unbothered. "And what," he said coldly, "would it take for you to keep your fat mouth shut."
Krillin's eyes glinted. He stood up, walked slowly over to the bed, and looked down at Bulma. Then he looked at Goku. Then back at Vegeta. Then back at Bulma.
"Simple," he said. "You let me in on it."
Bulma's head snapped up. "*What?*"
"You heard me." Krillin started unzipping his jacket. "You three had your fun without me. That's rude. So I want my turn. You let me have a taste of the birthday girl, and my mouth stays shut forever. Deal?"
Bulma's eyes flicked to Vegeta. Vegeta's eyes flicked to Goku. Goku just shrugged and grinned like an idiot. "*I'm cool with it.*"
Vegeta grunted, which was Saiyan for *fine*.
Bulma looked back at Krillin. And something about the way he was looking at her — confident, hungry, and a little bit cocky now that he had leverage — made her pussy clench all over again.
"…Deal," she said.
Krillin didn't waste a second.
He tore off the jacket, kicked off his shoes, and then he was pulling his belt loose, and Bulma watched with growing interest as he shoved his pants down.
And then his cock flopped out.
And Bulma's jaw dropped.
Because Krillin — little, short, bald, everyone's-sidekick *Krillin* — had a cock that had absolutely no business being attached to a man his size. It hung heavy and thick, and as it swelled up to full hardness it just kept going and going, past what seemed reasonable, until it stood straight out like a third limb, easily **fifteen inches** of fat, veiny, dark-skinned cock with a head like a plum.
Bulma stared. "*Oh my God.*"
"Yep," Krillin said smugly, giving it a lazy stroke. "Turns out the short ones gotta overcompensate somewhere, huh?"
Goku leaned over to look and whistled. "Whoa. Krillin, buddy, where were you hiding *that*?"
"Not hiding anything, Goku, you just never asked." Krillin climbed onto the bed and crawled toward Bulma, who was backing up against the headboard with her eyes locked on that monster between his legs. "Alright, princess. Your husband's gift is over. Now it's *my* turn."
He grabbed her ankles and yanked her flat onto her back, and before she could even squeak he had shoved her knees apart and buried his face between her legs.
Bulma screamed.
Krillin ate pussy like he'd been starved for years. He dragged his flat tongue from her leaking hole all the way up over her clit and flicked it hard and fast, then sucked the whole nub into his mouth and hummed. She bucked against his face and grabbed a fistful of the sheets.
"Oh — oh fuck — Krillin—"
"Yeah? That's it, say my name." He pulled back just long enough to say it, then dove back in, two fingers sliding into her sloppy, cum-soaked pussy and curling up against that spot while his tongue worked her clit.
"Look at her." Vegeta had climbed back onto the bed and was watching with heavy-lidded eyes, stroking his own cock slowly. "She's shaking already. That's what happens when you stuff a slut full of cum and then give her more."
"Her pussy's dripping." Goku noted, kneeling beside her. "Krillin, you might wanna hurry before she comes on your face."
"No, let her come." Krillin pulled his face back, chin shiny and wet. "I wanna feel it." He lined his cock up.
Bulma looked down at the size of that thing pressed against her entrance and genuinely, briefly, panicked.
Krillin, it won't— it won't fit—"
"It'll fit." He pressed forward.
It did not, at first, want to fit.
He had to work his head in inch by agonizing inch, Bulma keening the whole way, her walls stretching around that fat plum of a tip until they finally popped over the ridge and she sobbed with relief. And then he just kept feeding it into her, slow and steady, and Bulma watched her belly and couldn't believe how far in he was getting.
"Holy shit," Goku breathed. "I can see it. I can see it in her stomach."
"F-fifteen inches," Bulma whimpered. "You're in my throat."
"Nope." Krillin grinned down at her. "Not yet. That's where Vegeta goes."
He pulled back and slammed home.
Bulma screamed again — a raw, ruined sound — and Krillin set a pace that was just cruel. Fast and deep and punishing, that huge cock dragging every ridge of her insides, hitting the back of her in a way nothing had ever reached before. Her big tits bounced hard with every thrust and he grabbed one, squeezed it, pinched the nipple, used it as a handle.
"You like that? You like being split open by the little guy?" He laughed breathlessly. "Say it. Say whose cock you're taking."
"Yours — Krillin's — oh God Krillin, Krillin, Krillin—"
Vegeta moved in from above, straddling her chest, and pressed his cock against her lips. Bulma didn't even wait — she opened her mouth and he slid straight down her throat, burying her nose in his pubic hair while Krillin wrecked her from below. Goku circled behind, pushing her thighs up and back, and spat onto her asshole
"Ready, Bulma?" Goku asked cheerfully, and pushed two fingers in.
She moaned around Vegeta's cock. Her whole body was a stretched, overfilled mess — one cock in her pussy, one in her throat, two fingers in her ass — and she was loving every single second of being used like furniture.
"Get in there, Goku." Krillin grunted. "Let's give her the works."
Goku lined his cock up against her ass and pressed. Bulma's eyes rolled back.
The stretch was unreal. Krillin had already filled her to bursting in front, and now Goku was pushing in behind, and both men worked together, timing their entry, until both of them were buried to the base in her at once. Vegeta's cock twitched in her mouth as he watched, and she could feel him leak precum down her throat.
"Hnnngh—" was all Bulma could manage around him.
"Two cocks and a mouth." Vegeta said low and dark. "Look at her. Completely ruined. This is what a birthday is for."
They fucked her in rhythm. Krillin into her pussy, Goku into her ass, Vegeta into her mouth — three Saiyan-class men and one very loud woman who had stopped being able to form actual words and was just producing a continuous, gurgling, filthy moan. The three cocks moved like pistons, each of them bumping the thin wall between her holes, and Bulma could feel Krillin's tip through the membrane pressing against Goku's shaft, and it was so much, too much, and she never wanted it to stop.
"She's gonna blow." Goku warned.
"Cum, then." Vegeta said. "Cum with a cock in every hole like the filthy cum dumpster you are."
And Bulma came so hard her vision went white.
Her whole body locked and shook, both holes clamping down like a vice around Krillin and Goku, and she screamed around Vegeta's cock so hard that he lost it and came right down her throat, hot and thick, and she swallowed it all, choking and moaning and loving it.
Krillin felt her clench and lasted maybe two more strokes before he buried himself to the hilt and came with a roar, pumping load after load of hot cum deep into her pussy, more than she thought was possible, until it was overflowing around his shaft and dripping down onto the sheets in a thick stream.
Goku, the gentleman, held out until last — pounding her ass through her orgasm until he grunted and shoved in and flooded her too, filling her second hole to the brim until it leaked out around his balls.
For a long moment, nobody moved.
Then Krillin pulled out. Vegeta pulled out of her mouth. Goku eased back. And Bulma lay there in the middle of the bed, three men's worth of cum leaking out of her in three different places, her hair a disaster, her tits heaving, a stupid blissed-out smile on her face.
"Hah." Krillin panted, flopping down next to her. "Now that's a birthday."
"Krillin." Bulma said hoarsely, staring at the ceiling.
"Yeah?"
"You're not telling anyone."
Krillin laughed. "What are you talking about? Of course I'm telling everyone. This is way too good not to share."
Bulma turned her head, eyes wide.
Krillin winked. "Kidding. Your secret's safe with me, princess." He patted her thigh. "…Until the next birthday, anyway.
Goku laughed. Vegeta grunted. And Bulma, ruined, stuffed, and utterly content, decided she'd take that deal.