The aftermath of Krillin's dominance over Bulma and Chi-Chi had become legendary among the Z Fighters. For weeks, Vegeta had trained in the Gravity Chamber with a ferocity that bordered on madness, desperate to compensate for his humiliating inadequacy. Goku, ever the innocent soul, had simply congratulated Krillin on his "special technique" and asked for training advice.
But fate had more in store for the bald martial artist's newfound reputation.
The Universe 6 delegation was arriving for a friendly tournament exhibition. Champa waddled through the portal first, his rotund form shaking with each step, followed by the elegant Vados, her serene smile masking her amusement at the mortal realm. Cabba stepped through next, the young Saiyan warrior looking eager and determined. Then came Kale, the shy but powerful Legendary Saiyan, her long black hair framing her timid face.
And finally, Caulifla.
The female Saiyan from Universe 6 exuded raw confidence, her spiky black hair defying gravity, her muscular yet curvaceous frame wrapped in a cropped jacket and shorts that left little to the imagination. She scanned the assembled Universe 7 fighters with a predatory gaze, immediately dismissing most of them until her eyes landed on Krillin.
"Who's the short bald one?" she asked Champa, not bothering to lower her voice.
"That's Krillin," Champa replied, munching on some Earth snacks he'd stolen from the buffet table. "One of their strongest fighters, apparently. Though he looks like a child."
Krillin stepped forward, his gi immaculate, his head shining in the afternoon sun. "Welcome to Earth. I'm Krillin, and I'll be showing you around."
Caulifla smirked, sauntering closer. "You? The little bald guy? I could break you in half with one hand."
"Probably," Krillin agreed, his eyes meeting hers with an intensity that made her pause. "But I've got other attributes that might surprise you."
"Oh yeah?" Caulifla challenged, stepping into his personal space. "Like what? A big mouth?"
"Something like that," Krillin replied, his voice dropping to a register that sent an unexpected shiver down Caulifla's spine.
Vados, ever observant, noticed the exchange and smiled knowingly. "My, my. This could be interesting."
The exhibition matches began, with Universe 6 and Universe 7 fighters sparring in friendly combat. Cabba fought valiantly against Gohan, the two trading blows with impressive technique. Kale transformed into her Legendary Super Saiyan form, her green aura crackling as she sparred with Piccolo. Caulifla effortlessly achieved Super Saiyan 2, her golden hair crackling with electricity as she traded punches with Vegeta.
But throughout it all, Caulifla found her attention returning to Krillin. There was something about him—an confidence that didn't match his stature, a presence that commanded attention despite his size.
After the matches concluded, the groups retired to Bulma's newly expanded outdoor facility, a massive complex with training areas, hot springs, and private rooms. Beerus and Champa immediately began their bickering, while Whis and Vados exchanged pleasantries about their respective universes.
It was Bulma who set things in motion. Still sore from her encounter with Krillin weeks prior, and nursing a grudge against Vegeta's continued inadequacy, she approached Caulifla with a knowing smile.
"You know," Bulma said casually, "that little bald guy you were eyeing? He's packing the biggest cock in Universe 7. Maybe the multiverse."
Caulifla raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"Fifteen inches," Bulma whispered conspiratorially. "Thick as a beer bottle. And he knows how to use it. Made me and Chi-Chi both pass out multiple times while Vegeta and Goku watched, helpless with their tiny two-inch excuses for manhood."
Caulifla laughed, a bold sound that drew attention. "You're joking. That runt?"
"Ask him to show you," Bulma challenged. "Unless you're scared."
Caulifla's Saiyan pride wouldn't allow such a challenge to go unanswered. She marched over to where Krillin was enjoying a meal, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him toward one of the private rooms.
"Hey! What's going on?" Cabba called out, starting to follow.
"Stay out of this, Cabba!" Caulifla snapped. "This is between me and the bald human."
Kale, sensing her sister-figure's intense emotional state, followed silently, her curiosity overcoming her shyness.
The room Caulifla chose was spacious, with a massive bed and mirrors on the ceiling. She threw Krillin onto the mattress and stood over him, hands on her hips.
"Bulma says you've got a monster between your legs," Caulifla declared. "Prove it. Show me this 'fifteen inches' or I'm going to beat you senseless for wasting my time."
Krillin sat up, his expression calm despite his racing heart. "You sure about this? Once you see it, you won't be able to look away."
"Just show me, runt!"
Krillin stood, untying his gi and letting it fall open. His massive cock hung heavy and thick, already semi-erect, the weight of it making Caulifla's eyes widen despite herself.
"Holy shit," she breathed, her Saiyan battle instincts screaming at her to flee from such overwhelming power, while her body screamed something entirely different. "That's... that's actually..."
"Fifteen inches fully hard," Krillin confirmed, stroking himself to full erection. The shaft rose like a monument, thick veins running along its length, the head swollen and leaking precum. "And I've learned how to use it."
Kale, who had entered silently, gasped from the doorway. "Caulifla... that's... I've never seen..."
"Come in, Kale," Krillin invited, his voice carrying an authority that made both Saiyan women shiver. "There's enough for both of you."
Caulifla's pride battled with her arousal. She was a Super Saiyan, a warrior princess, the strongest female in Universe 6. But the sight of Krillin's massive endowment made her mouth water and her core ache with need she'd never experienced.
"Fine," she growled, tearing off her jacket and shorts, revealing her muscular, perfect body. "Let's see if you can handle a Saiyan."
She charged forward, but Krillin caught her effortlessly, spinning her around and bending her over the bed. Before she could protest, he aligned his massive head with her entrance and thrust forward, burying half his length in one powerful stroke.
"FUUUUCK!" Caulifla screamed, her voice carrying through the walls. Her eyes rolled back, her fingers clawing at the sheets as Krillin's girth stretched her Saiyan pussy beyond anything she'd imagined possible. "Oh god, oh fuck, it's so big, it's splitting me open!"
Krillin began to move, his hips snapping with the precision of a master martial artist. Each thrust drove deeper, working more of his fifteen inches into her clutching heat until he was bottoming out against her cervix, the tip pressing against her womb entrance with enough force to make her see stars.
From outside, the Z Fighters had gathered, drawn by Caulifla's screams. Cabba stood frozen in horror, watching through the slightly open door as the woman he loved was being ravaged by the shortest fighter in Universe 7.
"Caulifla!" Cabba shouted, trying to rush in.
Goku caught him, holding the young Saiyan back. "Wait, Cabba. You don't want to interrupt this."
"Let me go! She's being attacked!"
"Trust me," Vegeta said, his voice bitter with experience. "She's not being attacked. She's being shown what a real man can do. Something we Saiyans apparently lack."
Inside, Caulifla's first orgasm hit like a Supernova, her body convulsing around Krillin's invading shaft as she screamed his name. But Krillin didn't stop—he couldn't stop, not with the way her muscles gripped him, not with the way her body begged for more.
"Kale," Krillin grunted, sweat pouring down his bald head. "Get over here."
The shy Legendary Saiyan approached tentatively, her eyes wide as she watched Caulifla being utterly dominated. Krillin pulled Caulifla off his cock—the Saiyan woman immediately collapsing, unconscious from the intensity of her orgasm—and turned his attention to Kale.
"Your turn," he said, his massive erection glistening with Caulifla's essence.
Kale trembled, but her Legendary nature wouldn't let her back down from a challenge. She stripped quickly, revealing a body that was soft yet powerful, curves that hid devastating strength. Krillin lifted her easily, her lightness surprising him, and impaled her on his length in one smooth motion.
"Oh! Oh my god!" Kale wailed, her green eyes rolling back as she took his full length. "It's touching my womb! It's so deep, Krillin, it's so deep!"
He bounced her on his cock, using his superior technique to hit spots neither woman knew existed. Kale's Legendary power flared, her hair turning golden green as she unconsciously transformed, her muscles bulging as she tried to contain the pleasure.
Outside, Champa had waddled over, his beady eyes watching through the door. "What in the destruction... Vados, what am I seeing?"
"The bald human is sexually dominating our strongest fighters, my lord," Vados replied calmly. "It appears his endowment is... substantial."
"Substantial?!" Champa sputtered. "He's making Super Saiyans pass out!"
And pass out they did. Kale's first unconsciousness came after her third orgasm, her body going limp as Krillin continued to piston into her. He laid her gently on the bed beside Caulifla and turned back to the first Saiyan, who was stirring, her eyes glazed with lust.
"Ready for round two?" Krillin asked, stroking his still-hard cock.
Caulifla's pride demanded she resist, but her body had other plans. She transformed—Super Saiyan 1, her golden aura flaring, her power multiplying. "I'll show you," she growled, her voice deeper, more primal. "I'll show you what a Super Saiyan can take."
She attacked with renewed vigor, her enhanced strength and stamina allowing her to meet Krillin thrust for thrust. The bed broke beneath them, but Krillin simply lifted her, holding her against the wall as he drove into her with supernatural force.
"Yes! Yes! Harder!" Caulifla screamed, her Super Saiyan power fueling her endurance. "Fuck me like the worthless prince and the clueless hero never could!"
Her words carried through the facility, reaching Vegeta and Goku's ears. Vegeta clenched his fists, humiliation burning through him, while Goku simply nodded thoughtfully. "Krillin really has gotten stronger," he observed.
Cabba, meanwhile, had fallen to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he watched the woman he loved being pleasured in ways he could never provide. His own modest endowment—barely three inches, larger than the Universe 7 Saiyans but pathetic compared to Krillin—throbbed helplessly in his pants.
Inside, Caulifla passed out again, her Super Saiyan form flickering as she lost consciousness. Krillin turned to Kale, who had awakened and transformed as well, her Legendary Super Saiyan form crackling with green energy.
"I won't lose," Kale declared, her voice carrying the power of the Legendary transformation. "I am Kale, the Legendary Super Saiyan!"
Krillin smiled, advancing on her. "Then show me what you've got."
What followed was a battle of endurance that shook the room. Kale's Legendary power gave her incredible stamina, her muscles rippling as she took Krillin's full length again and again. She wrapped her powerful legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts with movements that would have shattered a lesser man.
But Krillin had trained with the best. He matched her power with technique, his precise strikes hitting her most sensitive spots with unerring accuracy. When she came, it was with a roar that shattered windows, her green aura exploding outward as her eyes rolled back.
Unconsciousness number three.
Caulifla woke, saw Kale's state, and powered up further—Super Saiyan 2, electricity crackling around her golden form. "I'm not done, runt!" she challenged. "Not by a long shot!"
The afternoon became a blur of transformations and unconsciousness. Krillin moved between the two Saiyan women with inexhaustible stamina, his fifteen-inch weapon reducing them to screaming, cumming messes again and again.
By the tenth time Caulifla passed out, she had achieved a new form—her hair turning cyan blue, her aura crackling with divine energy. Super Saiyan Blue. The power of a god flooded her veins, giving her strength beyond anything she'd known.
"Now you're talking," Krillin grunted, sweat pouring down his body as he faced the blue-haired goddess. "Show me what Super Saiyan Blue can do."
Caulifla attacked with godly speed and power, her movements blurring as she tried to overwhelm him. But Krillin's technique was perfect—every thrust countered her attacks, every movement predicted her own. He took her against the wall, on the floor, bent over the broken bed, each position driving her to new heights of pleasure that even divine power couldn't fully contain.
She passed out again, her Blue form flickering.
Kale, not to be outdone, achieved her own Super Saiyan Blue transformation, her green hair turning the same divine cyan. The two Blue Saiyans attacked together, their godly auras merging as they tried to exhaust Krillin through sheer numbers.
It was futile.
Krillin's endurance was legendary, his technique flawless. He took them both, switching between their divine bodies with practiced ease, making them scream in harmony as they climaxed together for the twentieth time.
The count continued. Twenty-five unconsciousnesses. Thirty. Thirty-five. Each time they woke, they transformed higher, pushed further, desperate to match the human who was sexually dominating them completely.
By the fortieth blackout, both women had achieved something unprecedented—Super Saiyan Blue 2, their power surpassing anything seen in Universe 6. Lightning crackled around their divine forms, their auras merging into a storm of cyan energy that threatened to destroy the room.
And still Krillin fucked them.
His cock was a piston of flesh, relentless and perfect, hitting their wombs with every thrust, stretching them in ways that would have destroyed lesser beings. The Saiyan women's screams became primal, animalistic, their godly power barely keeping them conscious as orgasm after orgasm ripped through their bodies.
"Forty-five," Krillin counted as Kale passed out one final time, her Blue 2 form flickering and fading as she lost consciousness completely. Caulifla followed seconds later, her body finally surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure, her divine transformation dissipating as she joined Kale in blissful oblivion.
Krillin stood over their unconscious forms, his massive cock still erect, glistening with their combined essences. He had reduced two of Universe 6's mightiest warriors—Super Saiyan Blue 2 level fighters—to unconscious, cum-covered wrecks. And he wasn't even winded.
The door opened fully, revealing the assembled spectators. Cabba was weeping openly, his heart broken, his pride shattered. Champa stared in disbelief, his snack forgotten. Beerus nodded approvingly, while Whis and Vados exchanged knowing glances.
"Well done," Beerus rumbled. "You've humiliated not just my Saiyans, but Champa's as well. I should destroy you for showing up my universe's warriors, but... I'm actually impressed."
"Most impressive," Vados agreed, her staff glowing. "The bald human has achieved what no Saiyan could—complete sexual domination of divine-level opponents."
Gohan stepped forward, his scholarly mind working. "Krillin, how did you develop such stamina? Such technique?"
"Meditation," Krillin replied, cleaning himself with a towel. "And focusing my ki in... specific ways. The Turtle School taught me that true strength comes from mastering every aspect of yourself."
"Teach me," Cabba begged, falling to his knees before Krillin. "Please, master Krillin. Teach me how to satisfy Caulifla. I love her, but I can never compete with... with that."
Krillin looked down at the weeping Saiyan youth, then at the unconscious forms of Caulifla and Kale. They were covered in sweat and cum, their bodies marked by his attentions, utterly satisfied in ways they had never imagined possible.
"I'll teach you what I can," Krillin said, pulling his gi back on. "But some things... some things you're just born with."
As the Z Fighters dispersed, carrying the unconscious Saiyan women to recovery rooms, Bulma approached Krillin with a predatory smile. "Ready for round two with me and Chi-Chi?"
Krillin laughed, the sound confident and powerful. "Give me five minutes. And invite Vados this time. I want to see what an Angel can take."
Vados raised an eyebrow, her serene smile never faltering. "My, my. This could be most... educational."
The sun set on Capsule Corporation, marking the end of a day that would be remembered across universes. Krillin, the shortest Z Fighter, had proven that size truly didn't matter—unless you were talking about the size of your cock, in which case it mattered more than anything else in the multiverse.
Caulifla and Kale would wake hours later, their bodies sore in the most delicious way, their power permanently increased from the divine transformations Krillin had fucked them into achieving. They would return to Universe 6 legends, their story spreading as a cautionary tale about the bald demon of Universe 7 who could make goddesses pass out with his monster cock.
And Cabba would begin his training, desperate to gain even a fraction of Krillin's sexual prowess, knowing deep down that he would never measure up—literally or figuratively—to the master who had claimed the woman he loved.
But that was a story for another day.