Vault 69-A

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Vault 69-A

Chapter 1: Vault 69?

Reading Guide:

—Dialogue—

«Thoughts»

KameHameHa! (Attacks / Abilities / Ki / Techniques)

[Reading / News / Intercoms]

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The sun was beginning to set over the bustling Saitama Prefecture, tinting the sky in orange and violet tones. In one of the widest aisles of the local supermarket, a colossal figure inevitably stood out among the crowd of ordinary humans. Broly, at 36 years old, was a mountain of muscles forged by pure Saiyan genetic heritage and tireless training. With his imposing 2.13 meters in height, his semi-bronzed complexion, and that unmistakable messy black hair that fell to his shoulders with two locks framing his face, he attracted furtive glances from almost every woman in the place. His dark eyes, deep as coal, scanned the shelves with an almost comical concentration given his intimidating appearance.

Under his loose clothing, Broly hid a physique any god would envy, plus a prodigious virility that only his life partner knew perfectly; he was incredibly well-endowed, a hairless alpha stud with a colossal member and enormous testicles, attributes that ignited the already hyperactive sex life he shared with his wife.

His mind, however, was not on the curious glances or his own power, but on the gigantic plastic bag he held delicately, filled to the brim with all kinds of candies, chocolates, and snacks. It was a special errand. At home, his entire universe awaited him: Goki. Or as he preferred to call her in the privacy of their home, "Kakaroko."

At 36, Goki was the living image of perfection in Broly's eyes. With her characteristic palm-shaped black hair, her white skin, and her 1.70 meters in height, she possessed a voluptuous body that drove the giant crazy: enormous breasts, a thin waist that led to a flat stomach with subtly marked abs, wide hips, and a spectacular rear. Together, they radiated a happiness and passion that bordered on scandalous, provoking the irremediable envy of their neighbors.

Broly smirked as he thought about the vacation. They had planned a family trip to Okinawa. They needed to get away from the martial arts dojo they both ran—the perfect front to keep training and becoming stronger without raising suspicion. Hiding that they were aliens on Earth was a full-time job. Avoiding nosy reporters and government agencies with dissection delusions was the main reason they kept a low profile.

He thought about the beautiful chaos that was their spacious apartment at that moment. Furensō (18) was surely helping pack, while Gohan (16) and Goten (14) tried to contain the rough games of Naruto (12) and Romanesco (10). Bardock Jr. (8) and Paragus Jr. (6) were probably chasing Rock (4) and Toma (2), while little Goki Jr., the family's newborn, rested in the arms of his innocent and naive mother. Only Furensō and Goki Jr. were girls for now, but with the insatiable appetite he and Kakaroko had for each other, the family always had the potential to keep growing.

Broly paid for the candy, ignoring the cashier's blush, and headed toward the automatic exit.

And then the world blinked.

There was no explosion, no Ki attack, no warning. Just a deafening buzz that made the air vibrate, followed by a blinding flash of bluish light that enveloped his enormous body. Broly instinctively closed his eyes and tensed his muscles, ready for an impact that never came.

When he opened his eyes again, the smell of old air conditioning, rust, and sterile metal flooded his senses. The supermarket had disappeared.

Broly straightened up, his imposing figure almost brushing the ventilation ducts of the metal ceiling. He was in a long corridor, lit by flickering fluorescent lights. The walls were made of thick steel panels, adorned with strange yellow and blue posters showing a smiling blond dummy dressed in a tight suit.

But what made Broly's heart stop was not the alien environment. It was the emptiness.

He expanded his senses, desperately searching for the bright, warm Ki of Kakaroko, the constant energy of Furensō, Gohan, Goten, and the others. Nothing. It was as if they had been erased from the universe, or rather, as if he had been torn from his own.

A dull, deep, dangerous growl began to form in his throat. The protective instinct of the alpha Saiyan exploded inside him. Who dared to separate him from his family? He still clutched the bag of candy in his immense left hand; he had not let it go, a small comfort, because he knew that if he managed to return quickly, at least he would not disappoint his children.

Suddenly, a metallic sound echoed at the end of the corridor. The heavy sound of a circular vault door opening with the screech of ancient gears.

Broly flexed his muscles, his aura beginning to manifest invisibly around him, ready to destroy whoever was responsible for this. His dark eyes fixed on the thick mist of steam coming from the open hatch.

Figures began to emerge from the gloom. They were not soldiers. They were not monsters.

Broly blinked, his fury suddenly quelled by deep and absolute confusion.

Walking toward him, bathed in fluorescent light, were women. Hundreds of them, emerging in a constant flow from the depths of the vault. And all of them, absolutely all of them, had the same innocent face, the same dark eyes, the same white skin, and the unmistakable black, spiky, palm-shaped hair.

They wore one-piece suits, blue with yellow stripes, incredibly tight against their bodies. The elastic material desperately struggled to contain their voluptuous figures; the front zippers were pulled down dangerously, revealing massive cleavages that left little to the imagination, while the fabric clung like a second skin over their wide hips, wasp waists, and thick, powerful thighs. On their backs and chests, a number stood out: 69.

Broly was petrified. His brilliant combat mind could not process the scene. They were clones. Dozens, hundreds of exact copies of his Kakaroko. Despite being clones, his Saiyan instincts warned him that, although their power seemed dormant or suppressed, his wife's genetic strength ran through the veins of each of those women. They were not weak.

One of the clones in the first row, eyes wide and brimming with the same naivety that characterized his original wife, stopped a few meters from the giant. She tilted her head, observing Broly's imposing musculature, his attractive face, and his alpha posture. An intense blush crossed the clone's cheeks.

—Goki? —said the clone, pointing to herself with a sweet smile.

Another clone at her side leaned out, looked at Broly, and gave a little hop of excitement, making her heavy attributes bounce against the vault suit.

—Goki, Goki! —responded the second, nodding vigorously.

Soon, the entire corridor filled with a high, choral murmur.

—Goki... Goki! —Goki? Goki.

They only said that word. It was a surreal cacophony.

Broly clenched his teeth. A torrent of contradictory emotions clashed inside him. On one hand, a volcanic rage threatened to destroy that underground vault (which, unbeknownst to him, was Vault 69-A of the Vault-Tec facilities). Someone, somewhere, had the audacity to steal the DNA of the mother of his children. Had they hurt her in the past without him realizing? Was this an alternate dimension where his female had been captured and experimented on by these pathetic humans? The mere idea that someone had put their dirty hands on Kakaroko to extract her genetic material made him want to pulverize the entire planet.

But, on the other hand... Broly was a Saiyan. A territorial warrior, an alpha male at the peak of his reproductive age, with an inexhaustible libido and an overwhelming possessive instinct toward his mate.

And now, he was surrounded, completely isolated underground, by an infinite sea of women with sinfully voluptuous bodies who shared the face, scent, and genetic essence of the woman who drove him crazy with desire every day.

Unable to help it, a wide, wild, testosterone-charged smile drew itself on Broly's face. The sound of hundreds of innocent voices pronouncing the name "Goki" echoed through the metal of the vault. He still held the bag of candy in one hand, but with the other, he crossed his arms, observing his new and surreal surroundings. He was furious at the desecration of his wife, yes... but his most primitive side had just awakened in the middle of what seemed to be a twisted paradise.

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Broly remained motionless while his wild smile slowly faded, replaced by an expression of astonishment and calculation. Around him, the sea of voluptuous women dressed in the tight blue and yellow suits of Vault 69-A began to close the distance.

The clone who had approached first, the one with the blush on her cheeks, took a timid step forward. Her dark eyes, identical to Kakaroko's, roamed Broly's immense musculature, lingering on his thick arms and broad chest. With overwhelming innocence, she raised a hand and brushed the tips of her fingers against the giant's bicep.

Upon feeling the steel-like hardness beneath the semi-bronzed skin, the clone let out a gasp of surprise. Her enormous, heavy breasts rose and fell dramatically with her agitated breathing, threatening to tear the already tense zipper of her suit.

—Goki! —she exclaimed, her eyes shining with a mixture of admiration and a primal instinct that even she did not seem to understand.

That simple touch was like a trigger. The other clones, encouraged by their "sister's" boldness, began to surround him completely. Small white hands landed on his shoulders, his back, his abdomen, and his arms. The aroma they gave off was intoxicatingly familiar to the Saiyan: they smelled like his wife, a sweet natural scent that always drove Broly crazy.

—Goki, Goki... —they whispered in chorus, rubbing their cheeks against Broly's arms, as if they were docile felines seeking the protection of an immense and powerful male.

Broly, despite his rough nature, had to make a colossal effort to maintain his sanity. His hyper-developed body, overflowing with testosterone, reacted to the proximity of so many beautiful women who, biologically, belonged to him. However, his analytical warrior mind tried to stay focused. He could not simply let himself be carried away by his base instincts; he needed answers.

—Enough —Broly murmured with a deep, guttural voice that rumbled against the metal walls of the corridor.

He did not use an aggressive tone, but the vibration of his voice, charged with his natural authority as an alpha male, made all the clones stop immediately. They looked at him attentively, their innocent faces reflecting almost instinctive submission. They were Saiyans in essence, yes, but they had been raised in captivity, in a closed environment and probably without the presence of an authority figure as dominant as him.

—Who is in charge of this place? —Broly asked, looking at the crowd. —Who was the wretch who dared to steal my wife's DNA?

The clones looked at each other, blinking in confusion. Some tilted their heads, like puppies trying to understand a complex order.

—Goki? —asked one from behind, timidly raising her hand.

Broly sighed, closing his eyes for a second. Of course, they could not understand him, or if they did, their vocabulary was limited to that single word. It was frustrating, but at the same time, seeing the face of the woman he loved multiplied hundreds of times, looking at him with such adoration, softened his character a little.

Suddenly, one of the clones beside him lowered her gaze to the enormous plastic bag Broly still held in his left hand. Her Saiyan sense of smell, though dormant, was still sharp. The aroma of sugar, chocolate, and candy penetrated the stale air of the vault.

—Goki! —shrieked the clone, pointing at the bag with wide eyes, almost drooling.

The other clones followed her gaze and, within seconds, the attention of hundreds of voluptuous women focused on the supermarket bag from Saitama Prefecture.

Broly raised an eyebrow. He remembered how his own Goki could be easily bribed with food, especially sweets. Apparently, whether they were clones or not, a Saiyan's voracious appetite remained intact.

With an amused growl, Broly reached his right hand into the bag and pulled out a large package of filled chocolates. He tore it open easily and handed a piece to the nearest clone. She took it with both hands, smelled it, and put it in her mouth. Instantly, her eyes lit up like stars and her cheeks flushed deep red.

—G-Goki! —she moaned in pure pleasure, savoring the sweet.

The others began to crowd, stretching out their hands, bouncing in place, and creating a sea of tight curves in blue latex suits bumping against one another.

—Easy, there's enough for everyone —Broly said, handing out a few more candies as he walked slowly forward. —But if you want more, you're going to have to follow me. I'm going to find the control room of this hole.

Broly began to advance with long strides down the corridor. The vision was worthy of a fever dream or a bizarre social experiment: a 2.13-meter titan, with a furrowed brow and an aura of lethal danger, walking through retro-futuristic post-apocalyptic facilities, followed by an army of hundreds of busty and naive clones of his wife, all babbling "Goki" in different tones of joy and devotion.

As he advanced, the Saiyan's sharp senses kept scanning the environment. He detected no other life form other than them. No guards, no scientists, no monsters. It was as if the entire vault had been abandoned by its original creators, leaving the clones to their fate.

As they went deeper into the vault, Broly noticed that the infrastructure was relatively intact but showed signs of temporal wear. They passed through large empty cafeterias, recreation areas with rusted pool tables, and enormous dormitories full of bunk beds where, evidently, the clones slept huddled together.

—This makes no sense —Broly murmured to himself. —If this is a human cloning laboratory, where are the damn humans?

Finally, they reached the end of the main corridor. Before them stood a double door much more robust than the others, reinforced with thick steel bars and a large pane of armored glass. Above it, a worn sign announced: "OVERSEER'S OFFICE - RESTRICTED ACCESS."

Broly stopped. The clones gently bumped into his broad back and clustered around him, looking at the door with some apprehension. It seemed they were forbidden from approaching that area.

—Goki... —murmured one of the clones, clinging to Broly's pants, as if trying to warn him.

The alpha Saiyan gave her a reassuring look, placing his enormous hand on the clone's head and stroking her spiky black hair.

—Don't worry, little one —Broly said, a cold smile drawing on his face. —I'm just going to ask the Overseer a couple of questions.

Without bothering to look for keys or hacking terminals, Broly raised his right fist. He did not use Ki; he simply let his monstrous physical strength act. He connected a single blow to the center of the double doors. The reinforced steel gave way as if it were aluminum foil, flying inward with a deafening crash that made the clones shriek in surprise and excitement.

Broly pushed aside the smoke and metal debris, entering the main office.

The dust and metal debris still floated in the stale air when Broly entered the room with a firm step. His heavy boots crushed the remains of the reinforced door as if they were dry leaves. Behind him, peeking their heads timidly and curiously from the corridor, the hundreds of clones crowded together to see what their imposing savior was doing.

The Overseer's office was spacious, but claustrophobic due to the number of dark screens, overturned filing cabinets, and cables hanging from the ceiling. In the center of the room was a large steel desk. Sitting in the main chair, hunched over a dust-covered keyboard, rested a human skeleton dressed in a lab coat and a worn Vault-Tec suit. Time had claimed the leader of that place long ago.

Broly carefully left the bag of candy on a side table, making sure not to crush any, and approached the desk. With a swat that generated a small draft, he swept the Overseer's skeletal remains aside, sending them to the darkest corner of the room without any remorse.

—Let's see what you were hiding, you vermin —Broly murmured, his dark eyes scanning the dusty computer terminal.

With a finger as thick as a trunk, he pressed the power button. To his surprise, the Vault-Tec machinery proved extremely resistant; the green phosphor screen flickered and came to life, emitting an electrical hum.

While the terminal booted up, Broly felt a soft but firm pressure against his back and sides. The clones had lost their fear of the room. A dozen of them had slipped into the office and were now pressing against his gigantic 2.13-meter body. Broly could feel the heat they radiated, the softness of their enormous breasts flattening against his steel muscles, and the curve of their wide hips brushing his legs.

—Goki... —whispered one of them, rubbing her cheek against Broly's broad back, closing her eyes with an expression of pure comfort.

Broly sighed, closing his eyes for a moment while his alpha male instinct fought against his reason. They were so innocent, so beautiful and voluptuous, and they smelled exactly like his wife. Sighing, he raised one of his large hands and began to stroke the spiky black hair of the nearest clone. She let out a small high-pitched moan of happiness, pressing even closer to him.

—Stay still for a moment, lovelies —he told them in a deep, vibrant voice, which made several of them shudder with pure emotion. —I need to read this.

Broly turned his attention back to the green screen. He entered the Overseer's files, bypassing security protocols thanks to the terminal having been left open before the occupant's death. He found a folder titled "PROJECT G.O.K.I. - EXPERIMENT 69-A."

As he read the logs, the huge Saiyan's jaw tensed.

Log 01 - Overseer: Our excavation teams found a dimensional anomaly three years ago. We recovered blood samples from a woman of unknown origin in the crater. Genetic analysis revealed a monstrously powerful cellular structure, superior to anything seen on Earth. Vault-Tec has ordered the creation of a variant of Vault 69 using this genetics.

Log 14 - Overseer: The cloning process is a success. We have created hundreds of female specimens. We call them G.O.K.I. (Genotype Operative Kinetic Immaculate). Physically, they are perfect. Voluptuous, healthy, and, strangely, they possess extreme innocence. However, they suffer from severe aphasia; they can only pronounce the syllables that make up their acronym. The plan for Vault 69-A is ready: introduce a select group of human males to breed with them and create a race of docile supersoldiers who will repopulate the wasteland.

A dull, deep, lethal growl escaped Broly's throat. The air around him began to vibrate. Use his wife's clones as incubators for some weakling humans? The mere idea boiled his blood. His aura began to spark invisibly, and the clones around him took a step back, frightened by the sudden pressure in the air, but without taking their eyes off him, fascinated by his overwhelming power.

Broly took a deep breath, controlling his Ki so as not to frighten his new companions, and continued reading.

Log 42 - Overseer: It's a disaster! The G.O.K.I. are docile, yes, but they don't know their own strength. Their bodies harbor an inexplicable latent energy. Yesterday, breeding subject #04 tried to hug one of the clones... and she, in her naive enthusiasm to return the hug, crushed his spine and ribs instantly. The males are dying. Not from aggression, but from simple games, shoves, or mating attempts. They are too strong. Too dense. We are glass fragile to them.

Log 89 (Last) - Overseer: I'm the last one left. I've locked myself in the office. They knock on the door sometimes, only saying "Goki, Goki," asking for food or attention, as if they didn't understand that they've killed the rest of the staff with their displays of affection. I can't leave. I'll die here of hunger. Experiment 69-A has failed.

Broly finished reading and a hoarse, deep laugh full of pride burst from his lips. The laughter echoed through the office and out into the corridor, where the other clones listened attentively.

Of course! Even with their power dormant, Kakaroko's Saiyan genetics were too much for the fragile bodies of those scientists and "selected men." Humans had tried to tame the strongest warrior race in the universe and had died crushed by simple innocent hugs.

Broly turned around, leaning his broad back against the steel desk. He crossed his muscular arms over his chest, looking like a god of war before his devoted worshippers. The hundreds of clones looked at him with wide eyes, waiting for a reaction.

The Saiyan evaluated them. They were alone. They had the strength of a low-class warrior dormant inside them, but the minds of naive girls, trapped in voluptuous and extremely tempting bodies. They knew nothing of the outside world, of this universe's radioactive Wasteland, of raiders or mutants. And, as if that weren't enough, they were biologically exact copies of his soulmate.

His territorial instinct, typical of a dominant stud, took absolute control. In his own universe, he kept his power hidden to live in peace with his family in Saitama. But here... here there were no rules. Here there were no humans to protect or press to hide from.

—Listen to me well —Broly said, his voice projecting so strongly that it reached the last clone in the corridor. —From this moment on, this vault belongs to me.

The clones blinked, and a massive, excited chorus responded.

—Goki! Goki!

—And you... —Broly smiled sideways, a predatory smile that made the atmosphere heat up instantly. —...are now my pack. No one is going to experiment on you. No one is going to lay a hand on you. If anything out there tries to come in to hurt you, I will reduce it to ashes.

The clone closest to him stepped forward and, with overwhelming confidence, wrapped her arms around Broly's thick neck, pressing her formidable breasts against the giant's chest. She hugged him with all the brute strength she had, a strength that would have pulverized any human in Fallout in milliseconds.

But Broly did not even flinch. He was a mountain of granite. Instead, he felt immense pleasure at receiving that affection without having to hold back. With his massive arms, he wrapped around the clone's narrow waist and lifted her off the floor as if she weighed nothing, returning the hug with the same intensity.

The clone let out a choked gasp, her eyes shining with tears of pure happiness at feeling, for the first time, a being strong enough to withstand her and dominate her at the same time.

—Goki...! —she moaned, blushing furiously as she felt the virility and warmth of the alpha male.

—We'll figure out how to return to my home, to my true family... —Broly whispered to himself, looking at the bag of candy and then at the endless sea of women identical to his wife. —But until I find a way... I'm going to make sure they're very well taken care of.

The roar of approval from the hundreds of clones made the metal foundations of Vault 69-A tremble. Broly's true life in the Wasteland had just begun.

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End of Chapter 1

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Uploaded: 09/13/26

Updated (Corrected): ?/?/?

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Omake 1

The warm afternoon sun filtered through the wide windows of the spacious apartment in Saitama Prefecture. It was almost time for the large family to set off on their vacation trip to Okinawa, and the house was immersed in an unusual and momentary silence; the older children had taken the younger ones to the park to burn off some energy before the flight.

In the master bedroom, Goki was immersed in a mission of vital importance.

—Come on, come on... I know I saw you roll around here... —murmured the beautiful 36-year-old Saiyan.

She was leaning forward, knees slightly bent and torso practically parallel to the floor, looking for a Hoi-Poi capsule that contained part of the luggage and had slipped from her hands. Her posture, although completely innocent and focused on her task, was a deadly trap for any man's sanity. Being bent over that way, the tight shorts she wore to be comfortable at home only framed and highlighted the colossal magnitude of her enormous rear and wide hips.

It was at that precise moment when Broly entered the room.

The 2.13-meter giant, who had just gotten out of the shower and was wearing only loose sweatpants hanging low on his waist (revealing the marked, rocky abs of his semi-bronzed torso), stopped dead. His dark coal-black eyes immediately fixed on the sinful view his wife was offering him.

Despite the years of marriage and the ten children they had fathered together, Broly's appetite for "Kakaroko" remained as voracious and uncontrollable as the first day. He was an alpha stud, and seeing his female in such a vulnerable and suggestive position ignited every one of his territorial instincts. A predatory, testosterone-charged smile drew on the warrior's face.

With agility and stealth that belied his massive size, Broly closed the distance between them without making the slightest sound. He stood right behind her, his immense shadow covering Goki's voluptuous figure. He raised his huge right hand, thick and heavy as an anvil. He couldn't resist. He didn't even try.

Letting fall the exact weight so as not to hurt her, but enough to leave a clear message, Broly connected the blow.

PLAFF!

The sound of the smack echoed like thunder against the bedroom walls. The impact of Broly's immense hand against the soft and abundant flesh made Goki's generous rear charms bounce and tremble in a hypnotic and scandalous way.

—Kyaaa!! —shrieked Goki, giving a little jump of fright that made her straighten up suddenly. She turned quickly, bringing both hands to her buttocks with an expression of pure surprise and cheeks tinged crimson. —Broly! W-Why did you do that?!

Broly let out a hoarse, deep laugh that made his broad chest vibrate.

—It's not my fault, Kakaroko —he replied, shrugging with total shamelessness, not erasing that wild smile. —If you put yourself in that position right in the middle of the room, it's like you're begging me to do it.

Goki frowned, making an adorable pout that contrasted comically with her mature and voluptuous body. Her large dark eyes, brimming with that naivety that Broly found so fascinating, looked at him with fake reproach.

—I was looking for the capsule with the kids' swimsuits! It rolled under the dresser —she justified herself, rubbing the affected area that now radiated a pleasant warmth. —You almost scared me to death!

—Come here —Broly murmured, his tone becoming deeper and more seductive.

With a fluid movement, he extended his enormous, muscular arms, grabbing her by her narrow waist and pulling her until her 1.70-meter body collided with his unbreakable steel torso. Goki let out a small gasp when her enormous breasts flattened against the giant's pectorals, immediately feeling the evident and massive bulge under her husband's pants pressing against her flat stomach.

Broly lowered his face, brushing one of the palm-shaped locks from his wife's face, and placed a wet, possessive kiss on her neck.

—I'll find the stupid capsule in a second —the Saiyan whispered against Goki's soft white skin, making her shudder, completely forgetting her fake anger. —But right now... I think we have a few minutes before the brats get back from the park, don't you think?

The innocence in Goki's eyes quickly clouded over, replaced by a gleam of intense desire that only Broly knew how to awaken. With a sweet, complicit smile, she wrapped her arms around her colossal husband's thick neck and stood on tiptoe to reach his lips.

—I suppose... the capsule can wait a little longer —she murmured before melting into a passionate kiss.

(Lemon Alert!)

The kiss, which had begun as a sweet provocation, quickly transformed into a forest fire that consumed any trace of patience. The Saiyan blood of both boiled with uncontrollable intensity, fueled by years of a scandalously active sex life and an unbreakable connection. Broly growled against Goki's lips, his tongue invading his wife's mouth with absolute dominance, exploring every corner while she responded with muffled moans and equally voracious hunger.

Without breaking the kiss, the 2.13-meter giant lifted Goki by the thighs with insulting ease, as if the voluptuous woman weighed no more than a feather. She instinctively wrapped her legs around Broly's narrow, rocky waist, pressing her femininity against the massive, evident bulge pulsing beneath the fabric of the warrior's sweatpants.

With a couple of heavy strides, Broly closed the distance to the immense matrimonial bed that dominated the room. He let himself fall onto it, depositing Goki in the center of the mattress. The impact made the woman's colossal breasts bounce, a sight that made Broly's dark eyes darken even more with lust.

The atmosphere became wild. There was no longer room for slowness.

With a quick, expert tug, Broly undid the knot of Goki's shorts and removed them in a single movement along with her underwear, leaving her completely naked on the sheets. Kakaroko's pale, perfect skin contrasted wonderfully with the dark bedspread; her voluptuous body, with that flat stomach, wide hips, and massive breasts, was the personal temple of the Saiyan King.

Immediately after, Broly removed his own garment. As he took off the loose pants, he revealed the imposing glory of his masculinity: a colossal member, thick and pulsing, accompanied by enormous testicles, all framed by smooth, semi-bronzed skin. He was a stud in every sense of the word, forged by superior genetics and pure desire.

Goki let out a trembling gasp, her dark eyes shining with that mixture of deep innocence and lustful adoration upon seeing her husband's imposing virility, the same one that had given her ten beautiful children and still drove her crazy every night. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and without hesitation, she parted her thick thighs, inviting him to take what belonged to him.

Broly did not make her wait. He settled between her open legs on the bed, his knees sinking into the soft mattress on either side of his wife's wide hips. He leaned forward, supporting his weight on his thick arms while his broad, muscular ribcage brushed against Goki's enormous breasts.

—You are so beautiful, Kakaroko... —Broly whispered in a hoarse, guttural voice, his dark eyes fixed on hers while the tip of his virility brushed the warm, wet entrance of the Saiyan. —All mine.

—Y-Yours... only yours, Broly... —Goki moaned, arching her back to seek friction, her hands desperately gripping her husband's steel shoulders. —Please...!

With a brutal but calculated movement, Broly pushed his hips forward, burying his colossal size inside his wife in a single deep thrust. Goki let out a sharp scream that tore through the apartment's silence, throwing her head back as her nails dug into the giant's sturdy back. The stretch filled her completely, stretching her walls to the absolute limit in a sensation of overwhelming fullness that only he could give her.

—Ahhh! B-Broly! —she sobbed, trembling with pleasure as the pure force of the impact pushed her against the pillows.

Broly growled, clenching his teeth at feeling how tight and hot she was. His enormous hands lowered to firmly grasp Goki's generous, abundant buttocks, kneading the soft flesh before lifting her hips slightly to get an even better angle.

And then, he began to move.

There was no gentleness in his thrusts. It was a passionate and wild surrender, worthy of the strongest warrior race in the universe. Broly thrust with devastating force, retreating almost completely before sinking to the base with a wet sound and a loud Plaff! of flesh slapping against flesh.

The entire bed began to creak and protest under the assault of the 2.13-meter titan. The sound of Broly's strong spanks hitting Goki's thick hips and immense rear echoed throughout the room, marking the rhythm of their unbridled passion.

—Y-Yes! Ahhh! Harder, Broly, ahh! —Goki begged, losing any trace of naivety before the overwhelming pleasure.

Her enormous breasts bounced chaotically with each wild thrust, and she did not hesitate to wrap her legs around the giant's waist, hooking her heels on his lower back to force him to penetrate her even deeper. Broly accepted the challenge with a predatory smile, increasing the speed and brutality of his pushes, turning the act into a primal dance of domination and surrender.

Sweat began to shine on his semi-bronzed skin and her white complexion, fusing both their aromas in the room. Broly leaned down to catch one of Goki's bulging breasts with his mouth, sucking and nibbling the nipple hungrily while continuing to hammer her interior without mercy. Goki writhed beneath him, her moans becoming louder and more uncontrolled, scratching her alpha male's back as a wave of electricity began to build in her belly.

—B-Broly... I'm going to... ahhh! —Goki screamed, her entire body tensing like a bowstring.

—Do it, Kakaroko... —Broly growled, his own muscles contracting to the max, feeling that he too was about to reach the limit. His thrusts became a blur of strength and speed. —Give it all to me!

With one last colossal push that lifted Goki off the mattress, the Saiyan exploded in a deafening climax. Her inner walls contracted violently around her husband's immense member, milking him with overwhelming force. That was Broly's undoing. Letting out a primitive roar that made the windowpanes tremble, the giant emptied himself inside her with powerful, hot pulsations, filling his beloved wife with the seed of his passion.

Both remained frozen in that position for long seconds, breathing heavily while the aftershocks of orgasm ran through their bodies. Slowly, the weight of the world seemed to return. Broly let his massive torso fall onto Goki's chest, gently crushing her in the way she loved. He buried his face in his wife's messy neck, inhaling her scent.

Goki, with a goofy smile and her face soaked in sweat and blush, gently stroked her giant's spiky black hair.

—That... that was incredible... —she whispered, her voice still trembling with pleasure.

Broly raised his head, placing a tender kiss on the tip of her nose. His predatory smile had softened, revealing the loving, devoted husband that only she knew.

—You deserved it for provoking me like that —he replied with a deep laugh. —Although we'd better find that capsule quickly... Gohan and the others will be back soon, and I doubt we'll have time for a second round before the flight to Okinawa.

Goki let out a mischievous giggle, hugging her husband's immense neck. For being the most powerful family on Earth and hiding their identity, the small moments of wild everyday life were, without a doubt, the ones they treasured most.

End of Omake 1