Crimson Morning
The twin suns bathed the harsh, cracked surface of Planet Vegeta in hues of molten amber and crimson. The world awoke to another day where strength ruled, blood was honor, and glory was everything.
But not for him—not for Kakarot.
Four and a half years old by Saiyan reckoning, his body small, but beneath the surface… a monster was evolving. His mind, sharp and calculating, had long surpassed childish instinct. The otaku that once lived in a world of screens and storylines now stood in the wastelands of a dying warrior race, reborn with memories, power, and a purpose crafted by the divine hand of ROB himself.
He stood still at the cliff edge, overlooking the training grounds. His muscles pulsed subtly beneath the surface as microscopic threads of biokinetic control danced through his nervous system. He could feel every fiber, every cell. He could shut off pain, boost reflexes, induce adrenaline rushes, and trigger healing processes at will.
But today was not about training.
It was about claiming.
Taroa.
The red-haired elite warrior who had fallen in combat two days ago. Her pride was shattered. Her ki had tasted his, and she had not been the same since. Saiyans were drawn to power—but what she'd seen in him… it had terrified her.
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Return of the Warrior
Night fell.
He waited by the training pits. His senses expanded, threads of biotic energy rippling across the dust and rocks. Then he felt her: Taroa. Her steps were sharp. Not uncertain, but restless.
She came.
She was clad in the loose, thin armor of rest mode, her hair damp from the sanitation showers, clinging to her neck. Her aura flickered faintly—she'd been trying to suppress it, but the lust, the hunger, was there.
"You're training again?" she asked. Her voice was hoarse.
"Always," Kakarot replied.
Her eyes dropped to his chest, then his hands, then slowly, lower. She didn't speak for a few seconds.
"I need to fight you again."
"No," he said simply.
She bristled.
"You'll lose again," he added. "And you'll surrender again."
Her face flushed. "Then… show me why."
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Seduction and Biotic Domination
What followed wasn't a brawl.
It was an education.
Kakarot approached her slowly, like a predator confident of his prey. His hand moved with surgical precision as he placed two fingers on her neck, pressing lightly.
"Biotic point," he whispered.
She gasped, knees nearly buckling as her muscles spasmed. Heat flooded her core.
"You've never had control like this. Not in battle. Not in pleasure."
He stepped behind her, his breath at her ear. "Let me teach you what domination really is."
He mapped her nervous system with terrifying precision—disabling tension, releasing waves of pleasure, and drawing her into a trance-like surrender.
She whimpered, bit her lip, and finally collapsed against him.
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Morning After
Taroa stood naked beneath the rising suns. Her hair was wild. Her ki signature had changed—no longer aggressive, but centered, stable.
"You've done something to me," she murmured.
Kakarot nodded. "I made you better."
She dropped to one knee. "I belong to you now."
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Gine's Turmoil
At home, Gine sensed everything.
The kitchen was quiet. Her hands trembled. The eggs she cracked sizzled too loudly.
He walked in. Calm. Clean. Taller somehow.
"Where were you last night?" she asked.
Kakarot gave her that same calm gaze. "With Taroa."
She turned away. "I smelled her on you."
"You wanted this," he said. "You were the first to look at me differently."
Gine's eyes welled up. "Don't twist this. You're my—"
"I'm not a boy anymore. And you're not just a mother."
She slapped him.
But she didn't walk away.
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Emotional Confrontation
That night, she found him again—beneath the moons. Alone. He was meditating shirtless, his aura calm, body radiating power.
"You've broken her," Gine said. "Taroa. She's not the same."
"She's stronger. More loyal."
"She's in love."
"So are you."
She stepped forward. "You're a child."
"I've lived longer than you could imagine."
"I can't do this…"
"You already are."
He reached for her hand.
She let him take it.
Her knees hit the ground.
And she cried.
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Biokinetic Evolution
Kakarot studied her emotional breakdown with care. Every hormone, every tremor, every tear. He catalogued it, internalized it, and realized something profound:
Emotions are a battlefield.
He designed a new technique: NeuroPulse Symphony—a series of biotic pulses that affect mood, loyalty, arousal, fear, and eventually, obsession.
Taroa was the first to receive it. Gine would be next.
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Loyalty and Power
Taroa wore her new armor like a second skin—sleek, black, and marked with a crimson insignia that was not from any official unit. It was his.
She stood at Kakarot's side in the training arena.
"You lead. I follow," she whispered.
Word was spreading. Elite warriors were murmuring about the child with godlike power and the woman he had tamed.
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Power Level Update
Kakarot (Age 4.5):
Base Power Level: 240
Biokinetic Strike Capacity: 920
NeuroPulse Symphony (Emotional Control Technique): Active
Ki Manipulation: 78%
Muscle & Nerve Mastery: 100%
Taroa (After Enhancement): 370
Gine (Unstable, Inner Conflict): Fluctuates 300–400
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Preview: Chapter 4