An Unexpected Saiyan Encounter
In the vast expanse of Universe 6, where the stars shimmered like distant jewels, Krillin found himself on a remote planet after a mishap with Bulma's experimental spaceship. He was no stranger to adventure, but this time, he was alone—far from Earth, far from his family. The air was thick with an unfamiliar energy, buzzing with raw power that made his skin tingle. Little did he know, two fierce Saiyan warriors from the Sadala Army were about to cross his path.
Caulifla, the cocky leader with her wild black hair and piercing eyes, and Kale, her shy but immensely powerful protégé with long, flowing locks, had been training in seclusion. They were pushing their limits, sparring under the twin suns, their bodies glistening with sweat. Caulifla's lithe, athletic frame moved with predatory grace, her tight black top and shorts clinging to her curves. Kale, taller and more muscular, wore a similar outfit, her massive strength hidden behind a timid demeanor—until she transformed, of course.
Krillin stumbled upon their training ground by accident, tripping over a rock and landing face-first in the dirt. "Oof! Hey, sorry about that," he muttered, rubbing his bald head as he stood up. The two women paused, turning their gazes toward the small human intruder.
Caulifla smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. "What the hell? A puny guy like you out here? You lost or something?"
Kale blushed, averting her eyes, but her curiosity got the better of her. "He... he doesn't look like much, sis. But there's something about his ki. It's steady. Controlled."
Krillin chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah, well, I'm Krillin—from Universe 7. Fought in the Tournament of Power, you know? Against you guys, actually."
Caulifla's eyes lit up with recognition. "Oh yeah! The bald dude who hung with those Super Saiyans. Not bad for a weakling." She sauntered closer, her hips swaying confidently. "But what brings you here? Looking for a fight?"
Krillin waved his hands defensively. "No, no! Just trying to get home. But... uh, you two look like you've been training hard. Need a sparring partner?"
Kale fidgeted, her cheeks turning pinker. "S-Sis, he's kinda cute... in a weird way."
Caulifla laughed, a bold, throaty sound. "Cute? Yeah, maybe. Alright, baldy. Show us what you've got."
What started as a light sparring session quickly escalated. Krillin's disciplined martial arts style clashed against the raw Saiyan power of Caulifla and Kale. Punches flew, energy blasts crackled through the air, and soon, all three were breathing heavily, their bodies pressed close in the heat of battle. Caulifla pinned Krillin against a boulder, her thigh pressing between his legs as she grinned down at him. "Not bad. You've got spirit."
Kale watched from the side, her eyes wide, a strange heat building in her core. When Caulifla beckoned her over, the three of them tangled in a mock grapple that felt less like fighting and more like something primal. Krillin's hands accidentally brushed against Caulifla's firm breasts, eliciting a gasp from her—and not one of pain.
"Watch it, pervert," Caulifla teased, but her voice was husky. She didn't pull away. Instead, she ground against him, feeling his growing arousal through his gi pants.
Kale, emboldened by her sister's lead, stepped in. "I... I want to try too." Her larger hands gripped Krillin's shoulders, pulling him into a hesitant kiss. Her lips were soft, tentative at first, but as Krillin responded—his experience from years with Android 18 guiding him—she melted, her tongue exploring his mouth with surprising hunger.
Caulifla watched, her own desire igniting. "Alright, let's make this interesting." She stripped off her top, revealing her perky, sweat-slicked breasts, nipples hardening in the cool air. "You up for handling two Saiyans, baldy?"
Krillin's eyes widened, but he nodded, his cock straining against his pants. "I... yeah. Let's do this."
They moved to a softer patch of grass, the suns dipping low, casting a golden glow over their bodies. Caulifla was the aggressor, yanking down Krillin's pants to free his erection. It wasn't massive like a Saiyan's might be, but it was thick and veiny, pulsing with need. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking firmly. "Not bad for a human. Let's see how you taste."
She dropped to her knees, taking him into her mouth with a wet slurp. Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing the slit as she bobbed her head, her cheeks hollowing with suction. Krillin groaned, his hands tangling in her spiky hair. "Oh god, Caulifla... that's incredible."
Kale, watching with wide eyes, stripped off her own clothes, her massive breasts bouncing free—full and heavy, with dark nipples begging for attention. She knelt beside her sister, shyly licking along Krillin's shaft when Caulifla pulled back to share. Their tongues met around his cock, lapping and sucking in tandem, saliva dripping down his length. Kale's berserker side peeked through; she took him deeper, gagging slightly but pushing on, her throat constricting around him.
Krillin's hips bucked involuntarily. "You two... are amazing. Switch places—let me taste you."
Caulifla grinned, standing and shedding her shorts. Her pussy was shaved smooth, lips glistening with arousal. She straddled Krillin's face, lowering herself onto his mouth. He lapped eagerly at her folds, tongue flicking her clit as she ground against him. "Fuck, yes... right there, baldy. Eat me out."
Kale, not wanting to be left out, positioned herself over Krillin's cock. She was wet, her juices dripping as she sank down slowly, inch by inch. Her walls were tight, clenching around him like a vice. "Ahh! It's... so full..." She started riding him, her powerful thighs flexing, breasts jiggling with each bounce.
The air filled with moans and the wet sounds of flesh slapping flesh. Caulifla came first, her body shuddering as Krillin's skilled tongue brought her to orgasm, her juices flooding his mouth. "Shit... you're good at this!"
She swapped with Kale, who eagerly sat on Krillin's face. Her taste was earthier, muskier, and he devoured her, sucking on her clit while fingering her depths. Caulifla mounted him next, riding reverse cowgirl so she could watch Kale's face contort in pleasure. She bounced hard, her ass cheeks rippling with impact, pussy gripping him rhythmically.
Krillin thrust up to meet her, his hands groping Kale's breasts from below, pinching her nipples until she cried out. "I'm... gonna transform if you keep that up!"
"Do it," Caulifla panted. "Let loose, sis."
Kale's eyes flashed green, her hair standing on end as she went Super Saiyan. Her strength surged, but she controlled it, her pussy tightening impossibly around Krillin's tongue. She came hard, squirting over his face, her body trembling.
Caulifla followed suit, transforming mid-ride, her movements becoming a blur of speed and power. Krillin felt like he was being milked, her inner walls pulsing with energy. He couldn't hold back. "I'm cumming...!"
He exploded inside Caulifla, filling her with hot spurts of cum. She rode him through it, grinding until he was spent. Kale, still buzzing from her orgasm, leaned down to lick the mixture of their juices from Caulifla's pussy, the two Saiyans sharing a messy kiss over Krillin's exhausted body.
As the suns set, they lay tangled together, bodies slick and satisfied. "Not bad, human," Caulifla murmured, tracing a finger over his chest. "We might have to do this again."
Kale nodded shyly, cuddling closer. "Yeah... stay a while."
Krillin smiled, catching his breath. For once, being stranded didn't seem so bad.