Note: This story was written with assistance by an AI. I provided prompts and edited the results to make sense, creating something resembling a full story.

I thought it would be fun to explore the canon of the Dragon Ball F Universe. The story will follow the basic flow of Dragon Ball Z, but obviously there will be many differences. Some changes are made by the AI, some by me, but I think it helps to give this world its own feel besides the basic premise of it being a female-only world. I hope some of you will enjoy these stories, I’ll release them when I can!

The Serpentine Highway was a marvel of cosmic engineering, a ribbon of shimmering, coiled light stretching into an infinity of star-dusted black. For the first few hundred miles, Goku had bounded along it with her typical, inexhaustible enthusiasm, treating the journey like the world’s greatest obstacle course. But even her Saiyan stamina had its limits. After what felt like weeks of constant running, a deep, gnawing hunger began to claw at her stomach, and a profound weariness settled into her muscles. The golden, cloud-like substance that billowed on either side of the path looked soft and inviting. She skidded to a halt, scooped up a handful, and took a big bite.

It was like eating flavorless, insubstantial fog. It dissolved on her tongue without any satisfaction, leaving her even more aware of the hollow ache in her belly. “Aww, man,” she groaned, slumping against the ethereal railing. “I’d give anything for one of Chi-Chi’s dinners right now.”

The low, rhythmic hum of an engine broke the profound silence. Goku perked up, peering down the endless, winding road. In the distance, a small, boxy vehicle puttered along, its headlights cutting twin beams through the cosmic dim. As it drew closer, she saw it was being driven by a burly, bespectacled ogre woman with blue skin, a single tusk jutting from her lower lip, and a look of profound boredom on her face. A printed sign on the side of the vehicle read, in bold letters: HELLSWEEP – KEEP AFTERLIFE TIDY!

The vehicle slowed as it approached her. The ogre woman leaned out the window, her voice a gravelly rumble. “Hey, no loitering on the Serpentine Highway. You’ll get et by a soul-vulture. Move along.”

“Hi!” Goku said, her grin returning in full force, utterly undeterred by the ogre’s intimidating appearance. “I’m really tired and hungry. That’s a long way to Queen Kai’s place. Is there any way I could maybe ride with you for a little bit? Just to rest my legs?”

The ogre, whose name-tag identified her as ‘Goru’, snorted. “This ain’t a taxi service, sister. I got a million-mile route to clean. No passengers.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be inside!” Goku promised, her eyes wide and pleading. “I could just sit on top! I promise I won’t be any trouble. Please? I’m trying to get strong so I can protect my family from some really bad bitches.”

Goru stared at her, her single tusk twitching. She’d been driving this route for centuries and had never encountered anyone so… cheerfully persistent. Most souls were either terrified or grimly determined. This one was like an excited puppy. With a long-suffering sigh that sounded like rocks grinding together, she jerked a thumb toward the roof of the vehicle. “Fine. But if you fall off and get lost in the void, don’t come crying to me. And no scratching the paint.”

“Thank you!” Goku chirped, and with a nimble leap, she scrambled onto the roof of the Hellsweep vehicle. She found a comfortable spot, lying on her back and folding her arms behind her head as the puttering machine resumed its journey. The gentle vibration was soothing, and for the first time in what felt like an age, she could truly rest. She closed her eyes, the endless river of stars flowing past overhead, a silent, celestial escort on her impossible journey. The vehicle wasn’t fast, but it was steady, and for a weary traveler on a million-mile road, steady progress was a miracle in itself.

The gentle, rhythmic puttering of the Hellsweep vehicle was a lullaby Goku’s exhausted body couldn’t resist. Lulled by the vibration and the hypnotic flow of stars, her eyelids grew heavy, her breathing evened out, and she drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep. She didn’t feel the driver, Goru, yawn and stretch, her massive hand slipping slightly on the wheel. She didn’t feel the vehicle veer, its right-side tires bumping hard against the ethereal guardrail of the Serpentine Highway.

The jolt was sudden and violent.

Goku was flung from her comfortable perch on the roof, tumbling through the air in a tangle of limbs. A yelp of surprise was torn from her throat, swallowed by the vast silence as she plummeted through the golden clouds bordering the path. The celestial highway shrank to a distant, glowing thread above her as she fell, down, down, through layers of mist and shadow, into a realm that hummed with a different, far more dismal energy.

She landed with a soft thump on a surface that felt like springy, well-tended turf. The air here was warm and thick, carrying a faint, sweet, almost cloying scent, like overripe fruit. Goku pushed herself up, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the dim, reddish light. She was in what looked like a bizarre, endless park. Rolling green hills stretched to a horizon dominated by a blood-red sky. Spirits floated by, not as tormented souls, but as tiny, featureless white clouds emitting soft, pathetic little sighs.

“Ugh, where is this?” Goku muttered, brushing herself off.

A deep, mocking laugh echoed from behind her. She turned to see two hulking ogre women leaning against a nearby sign that read, in cheerful cursive, WELCOME TO HELL!

One was a vibrant blue, with a wild mane of purple hair and a cruel, sharp-toothed grin. The other was a deep, fiery red, her hair a sleek black bob, a pair of spectacles perched on her broad nose, giving her a look of smug intellectual superiority.

“Well, well, well,” the blue one, Goz, chortled, her voice like grinding gravel. “Look what fell out of the sky. A little lost soul.”

The red one, Mez, adjusted her glasses, peering down at Goku. “And not just any soul. This is the one Yemma personally sent to Snake Way. The one who was supposed to train with Queen Kai.” She let out a condescending snort. “How utterly pathetic. You couldn’t even stay on the path.”

Goku put her hands on her hips, frowning. “Hey! The driver bumped me off! It was an accident!”

“An accident born of laziness,” Mez retorted smoothly. “You sought to cheat the journey. You took the easy path. And this,” she gestured to the idyllic, depressing landscape, “is your reward. You’re stuck here. Forever. There’s no way out for a failure like you.”

Goz nudged her partner with a meaty elbow, a wicked gleam in her eye. “Oh, I don’t know, Mez. There is that one way. Not that we’d ever tell her. Yemma would have our hides if we let a screw-up like this just waltz out of here.”

Mez shot Goz a warning look, but the damage was done. Goku’s head tilted, her curiosity instantly piqued. A way out? The spark of hope, never fully extinguished in her, flared back to life. She was stuck, yes, but she was also, it seemed, presented with a new kind of challenge. And challenging impossible odds was what Son Goku did best.

Frustration bubbled up in Goku’s chest. If she couldn’t reason with them, she’d just leave on her own. Crouching low, she focused her ki and shot upward like a rocket, aiming for the distant, reddish sky from which she’d fallen. But the air in Hell was thick and heavy, a syrupy resistance that sapped her momentum with every foot she gained. It felt like trying to swim through hardening cement. Her ascent slowed to a crawl, and with a final, desperate push, she only managed to bonk her head solidly against an invisible, rubbery barrier high above. A shower of comical stars erupted around her head before she plummeted back down, landing in a heap at the ogres’ feet.

Goz and Mez roared with laughter, the sound booming across the tranquil, miserable park. “Look at that! The mighty warrior, defeated by the sky!” Goz wheezed, clutching her stomach.

“You are truly as stupid as you look,” Mez added, wiping a mock tear from her eye. “There is no flying out of Hell. The only way out is the proper way, and you are not worthy of it.”

Goku rubbed her sore head, her stomach letting out a loud, plaintive gurgle that cut through their mockery. Her eyes scanned the landscape, her Saiyan instincts screaming for sustenance, and they landed on the one thing that stood out in the weird, soft-focus hellscape. In the center of a clearing stood a single, magnificent tree, its trunk thick and gnarled with age. Its branches were heavy with large, perfectly round fruits that glowed with a soft, golden light, and their scent—a mix of peaches, roasted meat, and something indefinably energizing—wafted across the distance, making Goku’s mouth water.

“Whoa…” Goku breathed, her hunger momentarily overriding her predicament. “What are those? Can I have one? I’m so hungry!”

Goz and Mez exchanged a sly, knowing look. “Those?” Mez said, her voice dripping with false nonchalance. “Those are the Fruits of Might. A single bite can fill a giant’s belly for a week. It sharpens the mind, hardens the body, and can double a warrior’s speed and endurance. They are not for the likes of you.”

The description was like pouring gasoline on the fire of Goku’s hunger. Her eyes widened, fixated on the glowing fruit. To be full for a week? To get faster and stronger? It was everything she needed. “Please! I have to get to Queen Kai! I need to get strong! Just one!”

Goz leaned down, her massive face inches from Goku’s, a cruel smile playing on her lips. “You want one that badly, little fallen star? Fine. There is a way you can earn it.” She gestured between herself and Mez, a predatory gleam in her eyes. “You face us. Both of us. A test of endurance of a more… intimate nature. You think you have the stamina to run a million miles? Let’s see if you have the stamina to outlast two ogres who were bred for this very purpose.”

Mez adjusted her glasses, a smirk twisting her features. “We don’t need paltry beans to show our strength,” she purred, and as if on cue, the fabric of their uniforms strained and then tore. From between Goz’s powerful blue thighs sprang a thick, veined cock of a deep cerulean hue, its girth intimidating and already weeping with anticipation. Mez’s own erection, a shade of deep crimson, was no less impressive, springing forth with an air of smug superiority, its length a testament to her arrogant confidence.

They were two mountains of muscle and primal intent, their cocks standing as proud, fleshy challenges. Two on one was a foregone conclusion in their minds; no one, especially not this scrawny Earthling, could possibly withstand their combined, relentless assault.

Goku stared, not with fear or revulsion, but with a fierce, competitive fire igniting in her dark eyes. A challenge was a challenge, and she never, ever turned one down. A hungry grin spread across her face, her own exhaustion and hunger momentarily forgotten in the face of a new battle to win.

“Alright,” Goku said, sinking into a low, ready stance, her gaze flicking between the two monstrous cocks. “But you’d better not go easy on me just ’cause I’m smaller. I’m gonna earn that fruit.”

Goz and Mez loomed over her, their massive, proudly erect cocks standing like twin monoliths of flesh and power. The sheer scale of them was daunting, each one as thick as Goku’s thigh and glistening with a thin sheen of pre-cum that highlighted the intricate networks of bulging veins. The cloyingly sweet air of Hell was now thick with the musky, primal scent of their arousal.

“Heh, look at her, Mez,” Goz rumbled, her voice a low tremor. “She thinks she can handle us? This will be a mercy. We’ll ruin her for any other cock.”

“Let us not be too hasty, sister,” Mez purred, pushing her glasses up her nose with one finger, her crimson length twitching with anticipation. “Even the most pathetic opponent deserves a… thorough assessment. Show us what you consider ‘endurance,’ little one.”

Goku didn’t hesitate. A challenge was a challenge. She stepped forward, her small, calloused hands reaching out to wrap around the bases of their shafts. Her fingers couldn’t even come close to meeting; she had to use her whole hand and part of her forearm just to get a firm grip. The skin was hot and surprisingly smooth, like heated silk over solid granite. She began to move her hands, establishing a steady, pumping rhythm.

“Is this all?” Goz sneered, looking down at Goku’s efforts. “You call that a stroke? I’ve had stronger massages from the damned souls dusting the furniture. You need to put your back into it, girl!”

“Her technique is abysmal,” Mez agreed condescendingly. “All brute force, no finesse. A true connoisseur understands the art of pressure and release. You’re just… jerking us off. It’s almost insulting.”

Their taunts didn’t discourage Goku; they fueled her. A competitive fire blazed in her eyes. If they wanted technique, she’d give them technique. She released her grip and dropped to her knees in the soft, springy turf of Hell.

She started with Goz, leaning forward and running her tongue along the underside of the ogre’s blue cock from base to tip. It tasted salty and rich, a flavor uniquely potent. She swirled her tongue around the broad, flared head, lapping up the bead of pre-cum that had gathered there, earning a slight, involuntary twitch from the blue ogre.

“Tch. Amateur,” Goz grunted, though her breath hitched slightly. “A few licks and you think you’re a master?”

Undeterred, Goku turned her attention to Mez, taking the crimson head into her mouth. She could only manage the first few inches, the girth stretching her jaws to their absolute limit. She bobbed her head, using her tongue to press and massage the sensitive frenulum, her cheeks hollowing as she created a firm suction.

Mez let out a sharp, surprised hiss, her hips bucking forward slightly. “A-Adequate pressure,” she stammered, trying to regain her composure. “But your rhythm is erratic. It’s like being serviced by a nervous child.”

Goku pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to Mez’s tip. She looked up at them, her face flushed with effort and determination. “You bitches talk a lot,” she said, her voice a little hoarse. “But your cocks are getting harder, and you’re leaking more. So I must be doing something right.”

She then committed fully, turning her head back and forth between them, taking first Goz, then Mez, into her mouth as deeply as she could. She used her hands on the one she wasn’t sucking, working the shaft in time with the bobbing of her head. It was a messy, frantic, and utterly lewd display. Drool slicked her chin and dripped onto her gi as she struggled to accommodate their immense size, her gag reflex fighting her every inch of the way. The sounds were obscene: wet, sucking noises, guttural groans from the ogres that they tried and failed to suppress, and Goku’s own muffled grunts of effort.

The ogres’ mocking commentary began to falter, replaced by deeper, more ragged breaths. They were still confident, of course—this was only the beginning. But the sheer, unadulterated enthusiasm and relentless energy of the Saiyan was starting to have an effect. She wasn’t just performing a task; she was attacking the challenge with the same single-minded focus she brought to a fight, and it was proving far more effective than either of them had anticipated.

The air in Hell grew thick with the sounds of Goku’s relentless, sloppy work, the wet, rhythmic suction and the increasingly strained grunts from Goz and Mez filling the cloying silence. Goku’s jaw ached, her throat felt raw, but the competitive fire in her eyes burned brighter with every twitch and pulse of the massive cocks she serviced. She was proving herself, turning their mockery into ragged breaths.

It was Mez who made the first move to escalate. A predatory smirk curled her lips as she watched Goku’s head bob frantically on her sister’s blue length. With a silent, fluid motion, she circled behind the kneeling Saiyan. Her large, powerful hands gripped the waistband of Goku’s gi trousers, and with a single, sharp tear, the fabric gave way, exposing Goku’s firm, round ass and the damp, dark cleft between her legs to the warm, stagnant air.

Goku flinched at the sudden exposure, a muffled sound of surprise escaping her around Goz’s girth. Before she could react further, Mez was on her knees, her hot breath ghosting over Goku’s sensitive skin. A broad, wet tongue, surprisingly skilled for such a brutish creature, laved a long, slow stripe from her perineum up to the very top of her cleft.

A jolt, electric and involuntary, shot through Goku’s body. Her back arched, a shuddering moan vibrating against the cock in her mouth. Mez’s tongue was relentless, delving and probing with an expert’s precision, circling her clit before plunging deep into her entrance, preparing her, stretching her with the thick, muscular organ. The dual sensation was overwhelming—the full, stretching pressure in her mouth and the intimate, wet violation from behind. Her own arousal, a traitorous heat she hadn’t expected, began to bloom, her juices mixing with the ogre’s saliva, making a slick, lewd mess between her thighs.

“She’s ready,” Mez declared, her voice a husky growl of anticipation. She positioned herself, the flushed, crimson head of her cock pressing against Goku’s now-slick and willing entrance.

Goz, seeing the shift, grabbed a handful of Goku’s spiky hair, not with cruelty, but to hold her in place. “Don’t you dare stop now, Saiyan,” she grunted, her own hips giving a slight, involuntary thrust. “The test has only just begun.”

Then Mez pushed forward.

It was a slow, inexorable invasion, the sheer girth of her cock a breathtaking stretch that forced a choked, gurgling cry from Goku’s throat. Mez didn’t stop until she was fully sheathed, her hips pressed flush against Goku’s ass, the Saiyan’s body impaled front and back. The feeling of being so completely filled, so utterly taken, was a sensory overload that short-circuited Goku’s brain. Her eyes rolled back, her body trembling between the two ogres.

And then, they began to move.

It was a brutal, perfectly synchronized spitroast. As Goz fucked her face, driving her cock deep into Goku’s throat, Mez withdrew almost completely before slamming back in, the impact jolting Goku’s entire frame forward onto Goz’s length. The rhythm was punishing, a relentless piston action that left no part of her untouched. Goku was nothing but a vessel for their pleasure, a living, breathing toy caught in a vise of muscle and lust. Drool and pre-cum dripped from her lips, her own muffled moans and gagging sounds providing a lewd soundtrack to the wet slap of flesh and the ogres’ deepening, guttural groans. The endurance test was in full, devastating swing, and Goku, lost in a storm of overwhelming sensation, could only hold on and endure.

The force of their synchronized thrusts became overwhelming, a brutal, piston-like rhythm that lifted Goku’s slight frame completely off the springy turf of Hell. She dangled between them, a limp, gasping doll suspended by the two massive cocks impaling her from either end. Her arms and legs hung uselessly, her body jolting and bouncing with every deep, jarring drive from Goz and Mez. Her vision swam, the blood-red sky and the smug faces of the ogres blurring into a nauseating swirl. The sensory input was too much—the stretching fullness in her throat, the deep, grinding impact in her core, the raw, animalistic sounds of their pleasure—it all fused into a blinding white noise, threatening to short-circuit her consciousness entirely.

Goz and Mez saw her fading. A look of triumphant, shared victory passed between them. Still pounding into Goku’s helpless form, Goz raised her meaty blue hand. Mez, with a grunt of effort, reached over Goku’s trembling back and met it with a sharp, resounding SMACK! of a high-five, their celebration happening directly over her bowed head.

“See?” Goz roared, her voice thick with exertion and pride. “I told you she couldn’t handle it! She’s already broken!”

“A pathetic display,” Mez grunted, driving her hips forward with renewed vigor, making Goku’s body swing like a pendulum. “All that talk, and she can’t even stay conscious for a proper fucking.”

The sound of their smug voices, the sting of their condescending high-five, cut through the fog enveloping Goku’s mind like a lightning strike. Broken? The word echoed in her soul. She had let herself be beaten by Raditz. She had died. She would not be broken here. Not in a challenge she had willingly accepted.

A surge of pure, defiant Saiyan willpower, hot and bright, erupted from her core. Her eyes, which had been glazed and distant, snapped back into focus, burning with a feral energy. A guttural, determined growl rumbled in her chest, vibrating around the cock in her throat.

She was not a doll. She was a warrior.

Her limp arms came to life, her hands gripping Goz’s thick thighs for leverage. Her own hips began to move, meeting Mez’s powerful thrusts with a fierce, countering rhythm of her own, no longer just taking the punishment but actively participating in the brutal dance. She redoubled her efforts on Goz’s cock, her throat working, her tongue pressing and swirling with a frantic, rediscovered energy. The test of endurance was not over. It had just entered a new, far more dangerous phase, and Goku was done merely surviving. She was starting to fight back.

The shift in Goku was undeniable. Her renewed vigor wasn’t just about enduring; it was about conquering. The frantic, enthusiastic energy she was now channeling into sucking Goz’s cock was making the blue ogre’s composure crack. Deep, ragged groans were being torn from her chest, her powerful thrusts becoming less controlled, more desperate. Mez, fucking her from behind, could feel the change in the body sandwiched between them—the tense, responsive muscles, the aggressive push back against her own drives. The Saiyan was no longer a piece of meat; she was a live wire, and the current was starting to burn.

“This is… unacceptable,” Mez grunted, her intellectual smugness fraying at the edges. She could feel her own climax building, a treacherous tide rising faster than she had ever experienced. They were supposed to be breaking her, not the other way around.

“Enough of this!” Goz roared, her voice strained. She pulled her slick, blue cock from Goku’s mouth with a wet pop, a string of saliva and pre-cum still connecting them. In one fluid, brutal motion, the two ogres manhandled Goku’s smaller form, turning her in mid-air as if she weighed nothing. Goz positioned herself behind, the broad head of her cock now pressing against Goku’s other entrance, still slick and stretched from Mez’s previous attentions but nowhere near prepared for the second monstrous invasion.

They held her suspended between them, a living bridge of taut muscle and straining flesh. Then, in horrifying, perfect unison, they thrust home.

Goku’s world dissolved into a white-hot scream of sensation. The double penetration was an act of absolute, violating totality. She was filled beyond what she thought was physically possible, every inch of her internal space claimed and occupied by the two ogres. There was no rhythm now, only a savage, pounding assault from both ends, a brutal piston action that lifted her higher with every jarring impact. Her back arched violently, a silent scream locked in her throat as her body was used as nothing more than a shared sheath for their mounting panic and pleasure. The ogres, their confidence shattered, were no longer trying to break her for sport; they were fucking her with a frantic, desperate intensity, trying to reclaim their dominance by sheer, overwhelming force. But Goku, lost in the eye of this carnal hurricane, her mind a blank slate of pure, overwhelming sensation, had not broken. She had simply surrendered to the storm, and in doing so, had become its most terrifying component.

The brutal, synchronized pounding continued, a relentless metronome of violation that shook Goku’s suspended body like a ragdoll in a hurricane. The two ogres, driven by a frantic need to reassert control, pistoned into her with raw, grunting force. The wet, slapping sounds of their massive bodies meeting hers, the choked, guttural noises torn from their throats, and the sheer, overwhelming pressure of being stretched to her absolute limit should have shattered her.

But deep within the maelstrom, a strange, terrifying equilibrium was being found. Her Saiyan biology, forged in battle and honed for survival, began to adapt. The initial, searing pain of the double invasion began to transmute, the nerves screaming not in agony, but in an overload of sensation so intense it bordered on a kind of transcendent ecstasy. Her body, drenched in sweat and the ogres’ fluids, began to move with them, not against them. Her internal muscles, once strained to tearing, now clenched and rippled around the twin intrusions, a powerful, involuntary massage that milked the massive lengths buried inside her.

Goz felt it first—a tight, pulsing convulsion that ran the entire length of her blue cock, so intense it made her knees buckle. “W-What the hell is she doing?” she grunted, her rhythm faltering.

Mez, lost in her own frantic thrusting, barely heard her. But then she felt it too, a similar, sinuous tightening deep within Goku’s core that threatened to steal her breath. The Saiyan’s body was no longer just taking them; it was consuming them.

It was then that Goku’s head, which had been lolling forward, lifted. Her eyes, dark and glazed with pleasure, locked onto Mez’s. There was no fear there, no submission. There was only a fierce, primal challenge. With a surge of strength that defied her position, Goku leaned forward, bridging the small gap between them. Her hand came up, tangling in the sleek black hair at the back of Mez’s head, and she pulled the stunned ogre into a deep, claiming kiss.

It was not a kiss of passion, but of dominance. Goku’s tongue invaded Mez’s mouth with the same relentless energy she had shown their cocks, a final, undeniable assertion of who was truly enduring and who was breaking. Mez’s eyes widened in shock behind her glasses, a muffled sound of protest dying in her throat as Goku dominated the kiss, her hips still moving in a steady, rolling rhythm that squeezed them both impossibly deeper inside her.

The tables had not just turned; they had been flipped, shattered, and reassembled by the very woman they had believed was their plaything. Goku, suspended between them, fucking them back with her body and silencing them with her mouth, had become the master of the trial. The Fruit of Might was no longer a reward she was begging for; it was a prize she was moments away from taking.

Goku’s relentless, internal assault was the final straw. The powerful, rhythmic clenching of her muscles, combined with the shocking dominance of her kiss, shattered the ogres’ last vestiges of control. Their bodies, pushed far beyond the point of mere pleasure, seized up in a catastrophic, simultaneous climax.

Goz was the first to break. A raw, deafening roar was torn from her lungs as her hips slammed forward, burying her blue cock to the hilt one final time. A torrent of hot, thick cum erupted deep inside Goku’s ass, the force of the release so violent it seemed to shake the very ground. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her massive body trembling uncontrollably before her strength gave out completely. She collapsed backward, hitting the turf with a ground-shaking thud, unconscious.

The sensation of Goz’s climax, the pulsing, gushing heat filling one channel, was the trigger for Mez. Still locked in Goku’s dominating kiss, she let out a muffled, desperate scream against the Saiyan’s lips. Her own orgasm ripped through her, her crimson cock convulsing as she emptied an equally impressive load into Goku’s already-flooded pussy. The double-barreled injection was overwhelming, a hot, claiming flood that made Goku’s overfilled stomach distend slightly. Mez’s body went rigid, then limp, her glasses askew as she too slumped into a heap, joining her sister in unconscious defeat.

The sudden silence was profound, broken only by Goku’s ragged panting. The two monstrous cocks slipped from her ravaged holes with wet, slick sounds, leaving her gaping and dripping, a steady stream of thick, opalescent ogre cum already leaking down her trembling thighs. She dropped to her hands and knees, wincing as the movement sent a fresh wave of soreness through her thoroughly used body. Every muscle screamed, and she felt stretched, raw, and utterly spent.

But a triumphant, bubbly grin spread across her face nonetheless. She’d won.

She looked over at the magnificent Fruits of Might, their golden glow more tantalizing than ever. She needed one. Not just for the energy, but she had a feeling its mystical properties were the only thing that could possibly knit her battered body back together.

As if reading her mind, a groaning sound came from the pile of red ogre. Mez stirred, one eye fluttering open. She looked at Goku, a flicker of grudging respect in her pained gaze. With a trembling hand, she pointed a finger away from the tree, toward a section of the hellscape that looked no different from any other—a grove of sighing, face-cloud spirits under a particularly large, twisted tree.

“There…” Mez croaked, her voice a broken whisper. “The trunk… is an illusion. A doorway… back to the path…” Her arm fell limp, and she passed out again.

Goku’s grin widened. Using the last of her strength, she pushed herself to her feet, her legs shaking violently. She hobbled to the tree of might, plucked the largest, most radiant fruit, and took a massive bite. Instantly, a wave of revitalizing energy coursed through her, the soreness and the lingering, stretched feeling vanishing as if they had never been. The cum dripping from her body seemed to evaporate, her strength returning tenfold. She finished the fruit in three more ravenous bites, feeling more powerful and energized than she had in her entire life, both living and dead. She grabbed three more for the road.

With a renewed spring in her step, she marched toward the twisted tree Mez had indicated, ready to find the secret exit and continue her journey to Queen Kai, the memory of her victory in Hell a newfound fire in her soul.

Goku pushed against the gnarled bark of the twisted tree, and just as Mez had said, her hand passed straight through an illusion, finding cool, polished wood on the other side. She stepped forward, the cloying sweetness of Hell vanishing, replaced by the familiar, sterile air of the afterlife’s administrative wing. She stumbled slightly, finding herself tumbling out of a suddenly-open drawer in Queen Yemma’s massive desk, landing in a heap on the floor before the giant judge’s throne.

Queen Yemma looked up from her scrolls, one elegant eyebrow arched as she peered down at the Saiyan who had just spilled out of her furniture. A faint, knowing smirk touched her lips. “Well, well. Look what the Hell-cat dragged in. I assume you found the ‘scenic route’ off the Serpentine Highway?”

Goku scrambled to her feet, brushing herself off with an embarrassed but cheerful grin. “Yeah, sorry about that, your majesty! I, uh, fell off. But I met your ogres! Goz and Mez? They were… really tough!” Her grin turned into a playful, confident smirk. “I learned a lot, though. I think I’m getting stronger, too. Maybe strong enough to handle you next time, sexy.” She winked, the flirtation as straightforward and genuine as every other part of her.

Yemma let out a rich, booming laugh that shook the scrolls on her desk. “You have spirit, little Saiyan, I’ll give you that. Handle me, you say? We’ll see. But for now, you have a more important appointment. Don’t keep Queen Kai waiting.” She gestured back toward the shimmering coil of the Serpentine Highway, its entrance glowing invitingly nearby. “And try to stay on the path this time.”

“You got it! Thanks, your majesty!” Goku gave a jaunty wave before turning and sprinting back toward the road. As her feet hit the glowing surface, she felt the difference immediately. The Fruit of Might’s energy coursed through her, a boundless, vibrant power that made her previous efforts feel sluggish. Her legs were stronger, her breath came easier, and the very air seemed to offer less resistance. She launched into a run, her speed now a blur, the landscape of the afterlife streaking past in a river of light and color.

The detour through Hell had cost her time, there was no denying it. But as she flew down the million-mile path, a fierce joy burning in her chest, she knew with unshakable certainty that she was faster, stronger, and more determined than ever. She would reach Queen Kai. And she would do it with time to spare.