Planet Vegeta – Year 735
At three years old, Kakarot's body pulsed with hidden strength. He had grown leaner, taller, his muscles wiry but dense with power born of relentless biokinetic tuning. Each breath, each step, each twitch of a finger had been honed. Not by screaming into the void like the other brutes, but by mastery—one atom at a time.
But power was only part of his goal.
Control. Influence. Legacy.
And that began with people. Especially the women who surrounded his new life.
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Training Ground – Outside Bardock's Home
The gravity here felt like home now. Ten times Earth's, but his bones had long since adapted. His biokinesis allowed him to regulate blood pressure, heal minor fractures instantly, and manipulate muscle elasticity for explosive bursts.
He stood shirtless, focused, pushing his ki through every capillary as he executed slow, deliberate movements. Every motion enhanced his ki network. Every stance reinforced his bone structure.
"Strength is built from within."
"Kakarot!" Gine called from the distance. "Dinner is ready!"
He turned. She stood in the doorway with that usual mix of warmth and worry. Her black hair tied behind her back, her body clad in a worn, tight tank and simple training pants that clung to her curves more snugly than she realized.
Kakarot gave her a soft smile. "Be right there."
He walked slowly—every movement calculated, every step a lesson. He was starting to enjoy how her eyes lingered too long on his growing frame.
She didn't notice she bit her lower lip.
But he did.
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Bardock's Home – Evening Meal
Bardock, battle-worn and silent, tore through his food. Gine served them with gentle grace. Kakarot watched them—his "father" and "mother." But to him, they were pieces on a board.
"I heard you asked the elite training corps for a personal combat partner," Bardock said, finally breaking the silence.
Kakarot nodded. "Yes. I need more than gravity to grow. I need real feedback."
"Bold for a pup," Bardock grunted. But his eyes gleamed. "I like it."
Gine smiled, though her heart raced.
A female warrior would be coming tomorrow. To spar. To fight. To touch her son.
And the jealousy that boiled in her chest confused her.
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Later That Night – Under Twin Moons
Kakarot stood once more in the pale moonlight. His shirt off, body glistening with a sheen of sweat. The moonlight etched every curve of his abs and chest in silver.
Gine watched from the doorway. He didn't turn, but he knew she was there.
"Can't sleep?" he asked.
"I… no. Just… needed air."
"Come. Sit with me."
She hesitated. Then obeyed. Her scent, soft and warm, filled the space between them.
"Why do you train so much?" she asked. "Even Saiyans rest."
He looked at her—not like a child—but a man.
"Because I want more than survival. I want to shape destiny."
She felt that look burn into her. And she felt shame. Desire. Guilt.
"Kakarot… you shouldn't—"
"I'm not like other Saiyans, mother."
She didn't sleep well that night. Her fingers drifted between her thighs, her breath ragged as images of her son's body burned behind closed lids.
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Training Arena – Arrival of Taroa
Taroa arrived with pride in her stride. A low-class Saiyan like Gine, but one who had clawed her way to recognition. She was tall, muscled, with crimson hair tied in a braid. Her scouter beeped.
> "Target: Kakarot. Power Level: 92?"
She smirked. "This will be easy."
But when they clashed, her smirk vanished.
He was faster. Sharper. His muscles didn't just respond—they predicted. His ki danced in perfect harmony with his body, and his strikes flowed like water.
He didn't overpower her. He outclassed her.
After twenty minutes, she collapsed—panting, flushed, staring up at him as he loomed above her.
"You... how?" she breathed.
He offered a hand. "Train with me. I'll make you stronger."
She took it. And when his fingers brushed hers, a spark lit behind her eyes.
That night, she couldn't sleep. And when she did, she dreamed of submitting to the young prodigy.
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Gine and Her Conflict
She watched the way Taroa looked at her son. The hunger in her eyes. The way her voice softened around him.
Gine hated it. Not because of jealousy… but because it reflected her own desires.
She began to dread and crave nights under the moons. When he trained. When he walked by her, shirtless, sweat-slicked.
Once, she touched his chest while pretending to wipe sweat. He caught her wrist gently.
"Are you okay?" he asked, softly.
Her breath hitched. "Yes. I… I'm just worried about you."
"You don't need to be. I'm already far more than I appear."
She didn't pull her hand back.
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Power Level – End of Chapter 2
Kakarot (Age 4):
Base Ki: 120
Biokinetic Control Level: 280
Short-Term Burst Potential: 550+
Ki Suppression Level: As low as 50 for deception
Taroa: 190
Gine: 300 (rising due to recent emotional stimulation and secret nightly ki training)
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End of Chapter 2