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Young Roshi Bonus Chapter 06
🕑 Added 2025-08-17 19:13:19 +0000 UTCGine’s Point of View
I was dead. I had been dead almost as long as I had been alive at this point. Out of every ten thousand souls, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine went back into the cycle of reincarnation. Only the purest of souls, who also knew how to fight, would get to stay around as a spirit. At this point, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could sit by.
Our race was destroyed; it had bothered me for years, but after so long, I got used to the thought that Saiyans would go extinct in just one more generation. Even if my two sons, Raditz and Kakarot, married and had children, they wouldn’t be pure blooded Saiyans. I had become bored, so bored that I managed to find someone linked to my son on Earth.
Apparently, he had struck his head and no longer had the brutal tendency of most Saiyans. He was going by Goku now. I often visited Gohan and listened to his stories about my son. I heard the story of his death, even that he got to see Goku again after his death with the help of a witch. Just as he was running out of stories, someone new appeared.
He was looking for wives, and apparently, he could revive the dead. It got me thinking, and before he made his decision and returned to the land of the living, I had made up my mind. Before he left, I dragged him off to the side and told him I’d be his wife, the only other wife he claimed from here was another, much older, ancient Saiyan.
Savoy had a similar look to me, but she was thinner, with smaller breasts and hair almost reaching to the floor. I was the first to be revived, and a small part of me wanted to go against my promise, to look for a way to revive Bardock, but he wasn’t pure enough, and his soul had reincarnated by now. There was no reviving him, or the other Saiyans now.
He took me to see my son, who was the spitting image of his father. It was hard not to cry, but after that, it was finally time to finalize our deal, in the end, it was for the sake of the Saiyan race…
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I sat on the edge of the bed, wide-eyed, as my legs shook from what had just happened. So that was what sex with a human was. I had originally thought it would be like Saiyan sex; we didn’t waste any time and got straight to breeding. It felt good, but I could count the orgasms I had on one hand because Bardock normally came before I did.
I had just tripled the amount of orgasms I had ever had; my mouth made noises I didn’t know it was capable of from the sheer pleasure I just went through. Maybe… Maybe reviving the Saiyan race wasn’t going to be as hard as I thought it would be. The amount of liquid he put into my still-fertile womb was most certainly enough to get me pregnant…
So why… Why did I want him to continue even after I knew I was pregnant?
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I just revived Savoy, and she wanted to get to work right away on the same goal as Gine. Reviving the Saiyan race. It was the only thing the two cared about, but now that Gine was pregnant again for the second time, she had calmed down dramatically and just went with the flow.
As I made my way inside to help Savoy with her goal… I was shocked to see Gine was also there. She looked at Savoy, who was just as confused as I was by her appearance. Gine explained to Savoy. “Trust me. After things start between the two of you, you’ll be glad for the help.” It made sense, as much as she liked to say us fucking was for her race, she sure loved fucking even when she was pregnant.
Gine might have been the most horny wife I had at the moment; she was up there with Princess Snake in terms of libido, and sex instead made her more horny, not less. If Savoy were the same, I might have my hands full keeping all my wives satisfied, but as I grew stronger, it became easier and easier to satisfy more and more women.
Gine sat behind the naked Savoy as I drank in her appearance. She was slim, with barely A-cup breasts, while Gine was a B or C cup. She was shorter as well, barely breaking five feet, her black eyes and hair made it clear she was a Saiyan, but the tail she had was also black, while Gine’s was brown. Her petite body hid her strength; she was well over my own power level, possibly more than ten times my own.
As I entered her, I could feel her overwhelming tightness from the difference in our strength. She still let out a few drops of blood, showing she had died a virgin. There was no comparison on tightness; she won it hands down. Right now, I could barely get in a few inches before I felt myself grow close to cumming. She was a virgin, though, and as strong as she was, she was a lightweight when it came to sex; she was going to cum along with me.
My body moved on its own as I felt my cock erupt. I pushed all the way to the end of her tunnel in feral instinct, trying to breed the stronger woman as she clamped down around my cock so hard it hurt. Splurt after splurt shot into her, more than normal, as I finally started to calm down. That wasn’t normal. I had enough sex that I was always in full control of my faculties.
It had to do with her ancient Saiyan pheromones. I felt myself grow unnaturally hard again, as if I had taken an aphrodisiac. Sex became a whirlwind after that, once Gine joined in. I hadn’t realized it until the next day, but my power level had improved dramatically from the ‘training’ my body just went through. I was sore all over, and it might be the first time I wouldn’t be able to have sex the next day just from how tender my meat scepter was.
…That was if I didn’t have the senzu beans. I was going to ride this training method until it stopped bearing fruit, it made me think of why my wives did have a similar power boost from having sex with me, but after I thought about it, they probably did. My first few wives were all base human, but after feeding them the ensenji, they were both more lively and energetic. The place that was the most obvious was the bedroom. Going from a 2-10 power level to 10-50, it wasn't obvious until I noticed the changes in myself.
While they were too weak to notice the changes to their strength, Gine was too close to my own power level; her strength improved, but it was very slowly at perhaps the same speed casual training would produce. It was obvious what I needed to do now, though. I needed to keep making my wives stronger, while finding wives stronger than myself to boost my own power through this new ‘cultivation’ method. While doing this, I also had to keep my two Saiyan wives pregnant for their own goals of reviving the Saiyan race, even if our children were only halfbreeds.
