"What the hell was that power, Kakarot?" Vegeta's voice cracked like a whip, sharp and demanding. He had frozen Goku right as the lower-class Saiyan was turning to leave, mid-step, boot still hovering slightly above the ground.
Goku stopped completely, scratching the back of his spiky head with that trademark sheepish grin of his, though his eyes held a rare seriousness. He turned slowly to face his eternal rival.
"It's... one of the techniques Vados has been teaching me," Goku admitted, voice steady but thoughtful. He clenched his right fist hard enough that the knuckles whitened, veins standing out along his forearm. A faint shimmer of that strange, incomplete energy danced along his skin for just a heartbeat before fading. "But it's still really far from complete. Honestly, it's pretty damn difficult to control. One wrong move and the whole thing collapses—or worse, it backfires on me."
He looked up, locking eyes with Vegeta. "We need to get a lot stronger, Vegeta. Rishi's coming back... and he's not coming alone. He's bringing his whole army this time. We can't afford to slack off."
"Hmph." Vegeta responded, his lip curled in familiar disdain. "As if your half-baked tricks will make any difference. When that oversized lizard shows his face again, it won't matter how many fancy moves you've stolen from an angel. I will be the one to crush him beneath my boot. Me. Not you, Kakarot. Never you."
Without waiting for a reply, Vegeta turned sharply on his heel, his cape snapping behind him like a banner of defiance. He stalked away, shoulders rigid, pride radiating off him in waves.
Goku watched him go for a long moment, then let out a small, quiet chuckle under his breath. "Yeah... same old Vegeta."
A soft chime of bells broke the tension. Whis appeared beside Goku in that silent, graceful way of his, staff already resting lightly against the ground. The angel's serene smile never wavered, but there was a gentle finality in his tone.
"Goku, it's time," Whis announced pleasantly. "Your training here with your friends has reached its natural conclusion—for now. Earth awaits your return."
With a casual tap of his staff against the shimmering stone, a radiant pillar of golden-white light erupted upward, spiraling gently like liquid starlight. The beam widened until it formed a perfect cylindrical portal, humming with divine energy.
Goku turned toward the light, waving enthusiastically over his shoulder. "Thanks a lot, Whis! Tell Lord Beerus I'm really looking forward to our next battle! Tell him to eat lots of good food so he's in top shape when I come back to fight him again!"
Whis gave a small, amused bow of his head. "I shall pass along the message—though I'm not certain Lord Beerus will appreciate the implication that he needs to prepare for you."
One by one, the warriors stepped into the beam—Goku first, still grinning, followed by the others who had trained alongside him. In an instant they vanished, swallowed by the warm brilliance.
Far below, on Earth, Android 18 lay sprawled across the sheets, golden hair fanned out wildly, cheeks flushed a deep pink. Her athletic body glistened under the dim lamplight, every curve and toned muscle highlighted by perspiration. Her blue eyes burned with raw hunger as she locked them onto her husband.
"Harder, Krillin," she demanded, voice low and throaty. "Fuck me harder."
She rolled her hips upward in perfect rhythm with his thrusts, meeting him stroke for stroke, her long legs wrapped possessively around his waist. The bed creaked rhythmically beneath them, protesting the force of their union.
Krillin's small but powerful frame moved with desperate intensity. Sweat dripped from his brow, sliding down his chest, mingling with hers where their bodies slapped together wetly.
"Yes—just like that!" 18 gasped, nails digging into his back, leaving red trails. "Keep going, darling... fuck me harder!"
"18—!" Krillin cried out, voice cracking with pleasure. Their combined sweat created a slick sheen between them; the room felt like a sauna, air thick and hot and intimate.
Without warning he pulled out just long enough to flip her over onto her stomach with surprising strength. 18 let out a pleased moan as he grabbed both her ankles and hoisted her legs high into the air, spreading her wide. Her perfect ass lifted invitingly.
He plunged back inside her dripping pussy in one smooth, deep motion. 18 arched her back sharply, moaning louder. Krillin leaned forward, hands immediately finding her full breasts. His right hand kneaded and squeezed the soft mound while his mouth latched hungrily onto her left nipple, sucking hard, tongue swirling.
The wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, punctuated by their ragged breathing and broken moans.
"I'm—I'm cumming!" 18 cried suddenly, body trembling violently beneath him.
"Me too—!" Krillin groaned against her skin.
With one final, powerful thrust that buried him to the hilt, they shattered together. 18's inner walls clenched rhythmically around him as hot pulses of release flooded her. Krillin shuddered violently, hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself deep inside his wife.
They collapsed in a sweaty, panting heap. After several long moments of catching their breath, Krillin lifted his head, looking down at her with dazed adoration.
"You're... awesome," he whispered, voice hoarse.
18 smiled lazily up at him, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. "You too, short stuff."
She pulled him into a slow, deep kiss, tongues lazily tangling. Then, without breaking eye contact, her hand slid down between them and wrapped around his softening cock, stroking gently.
Krillin's eyes widened comically. "What! Again?!"
"Yes. Again," 18 purred, already guiding him back toward hardness. "We're not finished yet."
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Meanwhile, miles away at Capsule Corporation, the sprawling compound was dark and quiet—save for one particular wing where lights still burned.
Inside Bulma's private lab-turned-bedroom, the air was electric.
Vegeta had Bulma pinned roughly against the reinforced wall, her legs hooked over his forearms, body lifted completely off the floor. Her blue hair stuck to her flushed cheeks and neck; her lab coat lay discarded somewhere on the floor along with most of her clothes.
Vegeta's powerful hips snapped forward relentlessly, driving his thick, long cock deep into her soaking pussy with punishing force. Each thrust made a loud, wet clap as his pelvis collided with her ass. The sound echoed through the room like rhythmic thunder.
Bulma's head fell back against the wall, mouth open in continuous moans. "Ah—! Vegeta—!"
He showed no mercy. One hand gripped her hip hard enough to leave bruises while the other mauled her breast, pinching and rolling the stiff nipple between calloused fingers. His mouth attacked her neck—biting, sucking, leaving dark red marks that would linger for days.
SLAP!
His open palm cracked sharply against her ass cheek, the sound ringing out like a gunshot. Bulma yelped, then moaned louder, inner walls fluttering around him.
"Honey..." she gasped between thrusts, voice shaking. "You're... so intense... today..."
Vegeta growled low in his throat, teeth grazing her earlobe. "It's nothing, woman."
He punctuated the words with an especially brutal thrust that made her cry out and her whole body jolt against the wall. His pace somehow increased, hips pistoning faster, deeper, chasing something primal and possessive.
Bulma's hands scrabbled at his shoulders, nails digging in. "Harder—don't you dare stop—!"
Vegeta snarled, obliging without hesitation, pounding into her with the same ferocious intensity he brought to every battle.
Neither of them spoke again for a long while—only grunts, moans, the wet slap of skin on skin, and the occasional sharp crack of his hand meeting her ass filled the room as the Saiyan prince claimed his wife with unrestrained hunger.
The night stretched on across Earth, warriors returned, rivalries simmered, and passions burned brighter than ever under the same stars.