The suite was quiet except for the soft hum of the air-conditioning and the occasional whimper from the bed.
Caulifla and Kale lay side-by-side in a tangle of limbs and ruined sheets, both unconscious, bodies still twitching with phantom aftershocks. Their skin glistened with sweat and cum, pussies swollen and gaping, bellies faintly distended from the sheer amount of cock they'd taken. Every few minutes one of them would shudder violently and come again in their sleep, a tiny, broken moan slipping out.
Krillin sat on the edge of the bed, breathing finally slowing, cock still half-hard and glistening. 18 knelt behind him, arms wrapped around his shoulders, kissing the bite marks on his neck.
"You destroyed them," she murmured proudly. "Look at them. They're never going to want another man."
Krillin exhaled, running a hand over his bald head. "I feel a little bad. They're just kids—"
"They're Saiyans," 18 cut in. "They asked for the full Earth experience. You gave it to them."
She slid off the bed and padded to the en-suite bathroom, returning with warm, damp towels and two bottles of water. Krillin took one towel and gently started cleaning Caulifla's face, wiping away tears, drool, and cum. She stirred faintly, mumbling something incoherent, but didn't wake.
Kale was next. Krillin lifted her carefully into his lap like she weighed nothing, cradling her against his chest while he cleaned between her thighs. She made a soft, hurt sound when the warm cloth brushed her oversensitive pussy, but then relaxed, instinctively nuzzling into his neck.
18 sat beside them, stroking Kale's hair.
"They're going to be sore for days," she said softly. "But happy sore."
Caulifla finally twitched awake first. Her eyes fluttered open, unfocused and glassy.
"…'m I dead?" she croaked.
Krillin chuckled, brushing damp spikes from her forehead. "Not yet."
She tried to move and immediately whimpered, legs trembling. "Fuck… everything hurts… but in the best way…"
Kale woke a minute later, blinking up at Krillin like she wasn't sure he was real.
"You okay, kid?" he asked gently.
She nodded, then hid her face against his shoulder, voice tiny. "I've never… felt anything like that. I thought I was gonna die happy."
18 handed them both water. They drank greedily, throats raw from screaming.
Caulifla managed to sit up, wincing. "Okay… I take back every mean thing I ever said about Earthlings. You win. Forever."
Kale nodded fervently, still clinging to Krillin like a lifeline.
But then Caulifla's eyes narrowed, that familiar Saiyan fire flickering back to life.
"…But we're not done," she rasped. "Kale. Fusion."
Kale's head snapped up, eyes wide. "Now? We can barely move—"
"Exactly," Caulifla grinned, wicked and shaky. "If he can wreck us separately, imagine what he'll do to Kefla."
18's smile turned downright demonic. "Oh, I was hoping you'd say that."
Krillin raised an eyebrow. "You sure? You're both half-dead already."
Caulifla flipped him off with a trembling hand. "Bring it, shorty."
The fusion dance was clumsy (legs shaking, balance shot), but the earrings flashed anyway.
Golden light exploded across the room.
When it faded, Kefla stood there in all her Super Saiyan 2 glory: taller, curvier, electric green hair crackling with teal lightning, eyes glowing with arrogant hunger. Her gi was already torn in strategic places from the power surge, abs flexing, thighs thick and powerful.
She cracked her neck, smirking down at Krillin.
"Round two, human. This time I'm built to take everything you've got."
Krillin stood slowly, cock surging back to full, monstrous fifteen inches at the challenge.
18 settled into her chair like it was front-row at a title fight, legs crossed, already touching herself.
"Try not to break the building, kids," she purred.
Kefla lunged.
Krillin met her halfway.
They crashed together (all teeth and claws and raw power). Kefla slammed him against the wall hard enough to crack plaster, grinding her soaked pussy along his shaft.
"Think you can handle a real Saiyan?" she growled.
Krillin grabbed two handfuls of teal hair and kissed her until she was dizzy, then spun her around and bent her over the desk.
He entered her in one brutal thrust.
Kefla's scream rattled the windows.
Even fused, even in Super Saiyan 2, she wasn't ready. Fifteen inches speared into her like a weapon, stretching her fused body to its absolute limit. Her belly bulged grotesquely, the outline of his cock visible through her abs.
"F-Fuck—!" she choked, legs spreading wider on instinct.
Krillin didn't hold back.
He fucked her like he was trying to split her in half (hips slamming, balls slapping her clit, the desk screeching across the floor with every thrust). Sparks of Super Saiyan 2 ki crackled around them, lighting the room in strobes of teal and gold.
Kefla lasted eight minutes.
Eight minutes of screaming, cursing, begging, coming so hard her aura flickered and died around her. On the ninth orgasm her eyes rolled back, tongue hanging out, and the fusion shattered in a burst of light.
Caulifla and Kale collapsed separately onto the carpet, unconscious again, bodies smoking faintly from the overload, pussies gaping and dripping, tiny sparks still dancing over their skin.
Krillin stood over them, chest heaving, cock dripping, not a scratch on him.
18 clapped slowly from her chair, eyes shining with pride and lust.
"Beautiful," she whispered. "Absolutely beautiful."
She rose, walked over, and knelt to check on the girls. Both breathing (deep, even, utterly wrecked). She draped blankets over them, kissed each forehead, then turned to her husband.
"Bed," she ordered softly. "You're carrying them both. They're not walking anywhere for a week."
Krillin scooped Caulifla into one arm, Kale into the other like they were dolls. They curled into him instinctively, murmuring happy nonsense in their sleep.
18 opened the door to the recovery room (a smaller bedroom Bulma kept stocked with ice packs, electrolyte drinks, and soft lighting).
He laid them down side-by-side on the huge bed, tucked them in. Both girls immediately reached for him even unconscious, trying to pull him down with them.
Krillin let them. He climbed in between them, letting Caulifla pillow her head on his chest, Kale curl against his side, legs tangled.
18 slid in behind him, spooning him, one hand lazily stroking his cock back to sleep.
"Tomorrow," she murmured against his ear, "we start round seven. Slow. Gentle. Aftercare sex until they can walk again."
Caulifla mumbled in her sleep, voice hoarse but blissful: "…never leaving…"
Kale echoed, barely audible: "…best dick in the universe…"
Krillin closed his eyes, surrounded by three of the most dangerous women alive, all soft and clingy and utterly ruined by him.
18 kissed the back of his neck.
"My perfect monster," she whispered.
Outside the window, dawn was still hours away.
Inside, the Saiyan girls from Universe 6 slept the sleep of the thoroughly, permanently conquered.
And they had never been more at peace.