"That King Frieza... he was just a clone! A fake! They are toying with us like we are nothing but insects. It makes my blood boil!" He clenched his fists so tight that his knuckles turned white. His eyes burned with rage as he flew faster, leaving small trails of blue energy behind him. Vegeta suddenly broke the silence, his voice full of anger and frustration.
Goku glanced over at his rival and friend. He stayed calm, even though his own heart was racing from the battle. "Relax, Vegeta," he said in his usual easy-going way. "Yeah, that guy was only a clone, but think about it—his power was already way, way stronger than we ever imagined a clone could be. That means the real King Frieza, the true one, must be even more terrifying. His strength is probably on another level entirely."
Goku's happy smile faded for a moment. His dark eyes turned serious, almost hard. "I need to get much stronger, fast. Next time I face a god-level enemy like Rishi, I don't want to depend on my friends to back me up. I want to stand alone and win. I have to protect everyone—Earth, my family, the whole multiverse. No more barely scraping by."
Vegeta snorted, but deep down he felt the same fire burning inside him. They didn't say anything more. The only sounds were the whoosh of their flight.
When they finally landed near the ship, Bulma stood there waiting, hands on her hips, her blue hair messy from worry and work. The moment she saw Vegeta step out of the sky, her face lit up with relief and joy. She ran forward and threw her arms around him in a quick, tight hug. But right after, true to her fiery personality, she pulled back and punched him hard in the stomach.
"You idiot!" she shouted. "Do you know how worried I was? Flying off like that without telling me everything! You could have died!"
Vegeta grunted from the punch but didn't fight back. A small smirk appeared on his face. "Woman, you know I always come back."
Everyone around them—Krillin, Yamcha, Piccolo, Gohan, and the others who had been waiting—burst out laughing. It was the same old Vegeta and Bulma show. Their bickering and affection always made the group feel a little lighter, even after the heaviest battles. The laughter echoed across the sea, mixing with the quiet evening air.
While the others talked and joked, Goku quietly slipped away. He didn't want to join the noisy celebration just yet. His mind was still full of the fight, the clone Rishi's mocking laugh, and the huge danger still hanging over every universe. He needed a moment alone.
He walked down the long hallway of the cruise ship, his boots making soft thuds on the metal floor. The lights were dim, giving everything a calm, blue glow. He reached his small room, pushed the door open, and stepped inside. The door closed behind him with a quiet click.
Goku let out a long breath and dropped onto the bed. He lay on his back, staring up at the plain ceiling. His body hurt in places he didn't even know could hurt. But more than the pain, his thoughts raced. He kept replaying every punch, every energy blast, every word the clone had said. "If that was just a copy... how strong is the real threat? How can I protect everyone if gods keep appearing stronger than the last?"
He closed his eyes, trying to rest, but sleep wouldn't come. His heart beat fast, not from fear, but from determination. He wanted—no, he needed—to grow stronger than ever before.
Then, slowly, the door to his room opened again. Goku didn't move at first. He sensed two familiar energies—warm, powerful, and a little nervous. He opened his eyes and saw them standing in the doorway.
Caulifla and Kale stepped inside. The two beautiful Saiyan women from Universe 6 looked at him with soft eyes. Caulifla, with her wild black hair and confident smile, closed the door behind them and locked it with a quick twist of her hand. The room suddenly felt smaller, warmer, quieter.
They didn't speak right away. Kale, the shy but incredibly strong one with long hair and gentle features, looked down at the floor for a second, her cheeks turning a light pink. Caulifla was bolder. She walked straight to the bed, her eyes locked on Goku's face.
Goku stayed serious. He didn't smile or joke like he usually did. He just watched them, his expression calm but intense. He understood why they had come. After everything they had been through together in the Tournament of Power and now this new threat, something had grown between them—something deeper than just friendship or rivalry.
Caulifla reached the side of the bed first. Without a word, she started to take off her clothes. Piece by piece, her battle-worn outfit fell to the floor—her tight top, her shorts, everything until her smooth, toned skin glowed softly in the dim light. Kale followed right after, a little slower, a little shyer, but just as determined. Her clothes joined Caulifla's on the floor. Both women stood there, strong and beautiful, their Saiyan bodies marked with faint scars from countless fights.
Goku still didn't say anything. He simply watched, his breathing steady.
They climbed onto the bed, one on each side of him. Kale settled on his right, Caulifla on his left. They pressed close, their warm skin against his. Goku felt their heartbeats, fast and excited, matching his own.
Kale moved first this time. She leaned in slowly and pressed her soft pink lips against Goku's. The kiss was gentle at the start, but it quickly grew deeper. Her lips were warm and sweet. Goku kissed her back, his hand sliding up to hold the back of her head gently.
At the same time, Caulifla pulled the blanket down from Goku's body. His training clothes were already loose from the fight, and underneath, his body was ready. His erection stood hard and strong, veins pulsing along its length, showing how much he wanted this too. Caulifla's eyes sparkled with hunger. She leaned down, first just breathing in his scent, then planting soft kisses along the shaft. She took her time, teasing him with her lips and tongue.
Goku let out a low, soft moan. His mouth was still locked with Kale's, their tongues moving together slowly. The sound vibrated against her lips, making her shiver.
Caulifla finally took him fully into her mouth. She moved slowly at first, savoring every inch, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. Goku's hips lifted slightly without thinking, pushing deeper. His right hand moved down Kale's body, fingers trailing over her flat stomach until they reached the warm, wet place between her legs. He slid two fingers inside her gently but firmly. She was already soaking, her body trembling with need.
Kale broke the kiss for a second to moan loudly. Her nipples hardened into tight peaks against Goku's chest. She rocked her hips against his hand, wanting more, needing more. "Goku..." she whispered, voice shaking.
Caulifla hummed around him, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through Goku's whole body. She moved faster now, her head bobbing up and down, taking him deeper with each motion. One of her hands stroked the base while her mouth worked the rest.
Goku's left hand found Caulifla's breast, squeezing gently, thumb brushing over her nipple. She moaned around him, the sound muffled but full of pleasure.
The room filled with soft sounds—moans, wet kisses, heavy breathing. The three of them moved together like they had fought together before—perfect rhythm, total trust.
Goku's mind, which had been racing with worries about battles and gods, finally became quiet. For this moment, there was only them. Only warmth, only touch, only the connection between three powerful Saiyans who had faced death and come out stronger.
They stayed like that for a long time, exploring each other, giving and taking pleasure. No rush. No words needed. Just bodies and hearts speaking in the oldest way.