*Note: Ok, I'm too lazy but this fic isn't drop (I already write like 179 chapters), it's just I'm too lazy to update with a schedule. It's better for me to upload 3 or 4 chapters per week, otherwise I'll get bored like always.
Anyway, enjoy the chapter and have a good day :)
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"Temporary? Does that mean you can't transform into that form again?" Nemesis asked, her voice tinged with a palpable sense of disappointment.
The cold, mechanical voice of the Omnitrix had been loud enough for everyone in the park to hear, echoing against the trees that had survived the skirmish. Nemesis had heard every syllable with perfect clarity, and the idea of such power being fleeting was not to her liking.
[AFFIRMATIVE. THE RACE KNOWN AS THE SAIYAJIN IS ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL RACES WITH THE GREATEST POTENTIAL OF ALL THOSE CONTAINED WITHIN THE OMNITRIX. BECAUSE THE OMNITRIX ALWAYS TRANSFORMS THE USER INTO THE BEST VERSION OF SAID ALIEN, THE POWER OF THEIR SAIYAN FORM CAN GROW INDEFINITELY. IT IS TOO SOON FOR THE BEARER TO HOLD SUCH POWER IN HIS HANDS, SO IT MAY ONLY BE USED IN LIFE-OR-DEATH SITUATIONS FOR THE TIME BEING.]
(Note: Let's admit that this is true).
"One of the most powerful races? Interesting. Does that mean there are races even more powerful than that one?" Nemesis asked with a growing smile.
She was visibly thrilled, her small frame almost trembling with the sheer adrenaline of the discovery. In all her long, lonely years of wandering the stars, she had never felt as alive or as excited as she did at this very moment. The galaxy had suddenly become a much more interesting place.
[IN TERMS OF RAW STRENGTH, IT IS COMPLETELY UNSURPASSABLE, BUT NOT IN ABILITIES. IN TERMS OF ABILITIES, THERE ARE RACES THAT ARE MORE POWERFUL.]
(Another note: The Omnitrix always transforms the user into the best version of the alien. That being said, the best version of a Saiyan is Broly, the Legendary Super Saiyan. However, it took Broly a great deal of effort to master his rage and transformation—something that does not happen with the Omnitrix. Given that Broly's power grows every moment, his perfect version also possesses that ability. Nevertheless, if we talk about races like Alien X, which, although surpassed in brute force, possesses abilities that are literally superior to most races. In fact, I wanted to inform myself very well about the exact power of Alien X and how strong he could be in other worlds, so I started watching videos and discovered that even in Marvel and DC—two of the universes, multiverses, or whatever they are—Alien X can become one of the most powerful beings. Mind you, I'm not making this up; I saw it in several videos by experts in Marvel and DC. It's a pity that Saiyans don't have an ability as broken as Alien X; otherwise, they would be among the most powerful races, if not the most powerful of all existing multiverses. I mention again that I haven't made up all this information; it is cross-referenced through several sources. A long and heavy text, but necessary).
"And is there any possibility that Akira can transform into one of those races?" Nemesis asked, her curiosity now reaching a fever pitch.
[AFFIRMATIVE, BUT NOT AT THE MOMENT.]
"Interesting... it seems I didn't choose poorly!" Nemesis declared, her excitement so palpable it was almost contagious to the rest of the group.
"Ahem. Now that you have lost the duel, I believe you have to fulfill your bet," Momo interjected, her voice smooth but firm.
Under normal circumstances, Akira would have been the one to say that, but Momo had stepped forward first. One had to wonder why she was so anxious to find more wives for Akira. But with Nemesis, it was a different story; her combat power was so high that only her father, King Gid, could truly suppress her. Having someone like her by Akira's side would mean his safety was effectively guaranteed against almost any threat in the universe.
"True!" Nemesis nodded, her eyes flashing with a predatory light.
Without another word, she stepped boldly toward Akira, grabbed the collar of his shirt with surprising strength, and pulled him down into a kiss.
The park fell into a stunned silence. The girls watched with wide eyes, and Akira was equally taken aback. Nemesis's kiss surprised him with its suddenness and intensity, but as a man who already had a harem filled with stunning women, he couldn't afford to be outplayed by a novice. Could he?
Akira soon leaned into the kiss, reciprocating with equal fervor. The two began to kiss passionately, their tongues intertwining as they fought for dominance in a silent battle of wills, though neither seemed to gain the upper hand. The kiss intensified, Nemesis wrapping her arms tightly around Akira's neck, her nails digging slightly into his back as she sought to get as close to him as possible. Meanwhile, Akira's hands moved downward by instinct, grabbing her small backside and kneading it with a firm, possessive grip.
In that moment, Nemesis felt a surge of pleasure so profound that she realized even her own private moments of self-satisfaction couldn't compare. It was a well-known fact that masturbation was inherent to all rational beings—and even some irrational ones—so the idea of Nemesis indulging in it was nothing out of the ordinary. However, the pleasure derived from this kiss, combined with the way Akira was handling her with such raw ferocity, awakened sensations she had never experienced in all her centuries of existence. A feeling she couldn't yet name began to bloom within her body. As they continued to kiss, an uncontrollable desire to be with this boy, to protect him from all harm, and above all, to experience the act of sex, took hold of her. She wanted to explore that intimacy—something she had always been curious about but had never pursued, simply because she had never found a man she deemed worthy. Until now.
Akira was powerful, he was handsome, but more importantly, he had survived her test. Even if he couldn't truly defeat her in a fair fight yet, he had technically won their wager, and that meant she was now his. She was his woman, and he could do whatever he wished with her, even treat her as his own sexual slave if he so desired. Just the thought of it caused a sudden moisture to blossom between her legs. Since she wasn't wearing any underwear, the physical evidence of her arousal began to trickle down her leg and drop onto the grass beneath them.
Akira also felt that this kiss was special. It wasn't that the physical sensation was inherently "better" than what he felt with the other girls; rather, it was the overwhelming sense of conquest. This woman—a woman he had seen dozens of times in the anime and manga of his past life, a proud, powerful, and playful entity—was now his and his alone. The sense of achievement and pride swelling in his chest was almost insuperable. Every time he conquered a girl like Nemesis, just as it had happened with Yami and Nana, Akira felt this rush of victory. It was a feeling he simply couldn't avoid.
(Note: And who wouldn't feel that way?)
The kiss continued to deepen, becoming increasingly lewd and desperate, but then a sharp voice broke the spell.
"That's enough!" Nana shouted, her face flushed with jealousy. It was one thing for Nemesis to join the household, but Nana couldn't stand to watch them kissing for so long and with such blatant lust.
"Wow, I want to try a kiss that lewd too," Kari remarked with a hint of envy in her voice. Kari had no reservations about speaking her mind, much like Momo.
The other girls seemed to share that sentiment, their gazes lingering on Akira with a mix of longing and impatience, though they knew this was neither the time nor the place for such displays.
"Just imagining him kissing me at school, against my desk while he dominates me... it's a feeling..." Kari began to fantasize aloud.
"Kari! How can you be so lewd?" Mikan asked, her face turning bright red. How could her friend say such things so openly? What had happened to the girl who supposedly wasn't interested in romance or anything suggestive?
"Am I not allowed to fantasize about my boyfriend?" Kari asked, looking genuinely confused. Akira was her boyfriend and future husband, so in her mind, fantasizing about him was perfectly natural. Besides, every night she spent time looking at photos of him on her smartphone until she fell asleep.
"But not so directly and lewdly!" Mikan stammered.
"But what are you saying? I know you're also dying to do something like that," Kari teased with a mocking smile. Mikan's face turned such a deep shade of red that it was impossible to distinguish her from a ripe tomato.
"Anyway, let's just go home! We still have time to watch a movie!" Nana declared, trying to steer the group away from the scandalous topic.
"Mmm. Before that... what do we do with the park?" Lala asked, gesturing to the area around them.
The group finally looked around and realized the sheer scale of the destruction. The park was a wreck. The ground was cracked and littered with craters; many trees had been uprooted or snapped, and the grass was completely shredded, along with several benches that had been caught in the crossfire.
"... I think if we don't fix this, there will be a huge uproar tomorrow and Father will kick us off the planet. In fact, he'll kick out everyone involved," Momo said seriously.
Momo walked over to one of the fallen trees and lifted it as easily as if it were a sheet of paper. She planted it back into one of the holes and, as if by magic, the tree began to take root instantly, the grass growing back around its base in a matter of seconds. She repeated the process with the other trees and the vegetation until the area looked as lush as it had before.
"Well, I've done my part. The plants are completely repaired and back in their places," Momo said, brushing her hands off. Her power to manipulate flora was truly impressive.
"Now all that's left is to repair the ground and remove the debris," Dita noted.
That was the difficult part. Removing the rubble was easy enough, but repairing the shattered concrete and dirt was another matter. There were two large craters and numerous cracks spanning the area.
"Leave it to me," I said.
I transformed into XLR8 and, at a speed impossible for the human eye to track, I raced across the city until I found a construction site with fresh cement. I made several trips back and forth, filling the cracks and leveling the craters in the blink of an eye.
"Done," I said as I reverted to my human form. The new cement was obvious, but a night of resting would allow it to dry properly.
"Now the debris," Lala said.
I was about to transform into Four Arms to finish the job quickly, but Nana stopped my hand before I could hit the dial.
"Leave it to me!" Nana said with a confident smile.
She pulled out her phone and, after clicking the screen several times, a strange animal materialized in front of us. it was a creature that resembled a pig, but unlike any pig found on Earth. It stood three meters tall, covered in green fur, with eyes as red as blood. Its muscles were bulging, and it certainly didn't have a friendly face.
"What is that?!" Mikan exclaimed, quickly hiding behind Akira in fear.
"Relax, she's very friendly," Nana said as she patted the creature. The giant beast lowered its head and allowed Nana to stroke it, closing its eyes in contentment.
"It's an Analoim," Yami explained.
"A what?" Kari asked.
"An Analoim. A species similar to Earth pigs, but the difference is that Analoims eat everything. And when I say everything, I mean everything," Nana said. She pointed toward the scattered rubble. "Eat all the debris, sweetie."
The Analoim roared and began to devour the scattered concrete and metal with immense enthusiasm.
"Analoims are very popular because of their ability to eat almost anything. Their digestive system is so strong it can break down almost any material, so they're perfect for this kind of cleanup," Nana explained. In the galaxy, they were prized animals—not just because their meat was delicious, but because they were incredibly useful for waste disposal.
The creature finished the job in minutes and then, like a well-trained puppy, returned to Nana and waited expectantly.
"Very good job, sweetie," Nana said, rubbing its head. The beast was clearly just waiting for its mistress's affection. Nana then stored the Analoim back into her portable space and stood proudly before the group.
"Am I not really great?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips. She wanted everyone to praise her, but she was met with a silence that made her look a bit dejected.
"My Nana is the best," I said, stepping forward to pat her head.
Nana instantly brightened up, leaning into the touch of her boyfriend and future husband. The praise of others didn't matter as long as Akira recognized her.
"Yes, Nana is amazing," Lala added, joining in.
Double happiness! That was all Nana could think about as she basked in the affection of both Akira and her sister.