Future Trunks was hanging with Krillin at Capsule Corporation while his mother Bulma was fixing up the time machine that Cell had used so that they could go back into the future and stop Black. He was also frustrated that his mother and Mai from his time had died (or so he thought that Mai had died), that he was a little jealous that Krillin had indicated he was married and had a daughter.
"So you're married, huh? Who is she?"
"U-uh, well you see.." stammered Krillin, knowing it might bring back bad memories for Trunks if he found out.
"So it's someone I know? Come on, tell me who it is."
Then a familiar voice started speaking from the door behing Krillin.
"There you are, Krillin. You didn't come home or even call."
"I'm sorry, 18. I -" said Krillin.
"Android 18! What are you doing here?!" yelled Trunks as he drew his sword.
"Calm down, Trunks. 18 is my wife."
Future Trunks was stunned. While he knew that Goku, his Dad, and a few others could keep the Androids in check in this timeline if need be, he did not expect 18 to be married and to Krillin of all people.
Between his suppressed fear and anger that he had against 18 for many years and his frustration with the current Black situation, a desire that he had long forgotten came rushing back to him. A desire to completely dominate Android 18 until she was nothing but his fuck doll.
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