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kakarot sensed it long before he heard or saw it. The brilliant flash of white that came towards his direction, one which was burning with a vengeance that made him grin at the prospect of such an entertaining fight.

"Head back and keep my bed warm for me."

He didn't give Rubi the chance to question the instruction, instead effortlessly creating a Kamui below her feet, as she fell into it and vanished from the current dimension.

It was not a second too soon, as he leaned his entire body backwards in a ninety-degree angle, not a second too soon, avoiding a pure beam of all-consuming white light that evaporated nigh-everything in its path.

There was a burst of speed, and immediately, the divine form of the white-haired being known as Kami appeared before him, notably with a large red imprint on her right cheek.

"Kami-chan. You're back so soon! Tell me, how did you enjoy your trip across the world? Did you get me a souvenir?"

The woman in question was seething. Pure, complete rage encompassed her every form in a wave that was almost visible.

"You – do – do you have any idea as to what you have done?!"

kakarot's response was to easily lean back on nothing but air, a cocky smirk easily draping across his face, idly twirling the Shinigami's Sword – his sword – in his left hand.

"I've done a lot of things Kami-chan, you're going to have to be more specific." He said, easily.

kakarot's gaze then turned into a pleasant leer as he eyed Kami's attire, being a pristine white short dress, he made his approval clear in the manner he gazed up her thighs and then her breasts, which were rather generous.

"Is it killing your brother and taking his powers? Or is it destroying this world? Or is it bitch-slapping you like a pimp would do to his uppity whore? The last one was my favorite by the wa –"

The first moon collided with the earth with an explosive force, shaking the very foundation of the ground and turning it into mere wads of wet toilet paper beset by the wind.

"Oh! And looks like we're out of time. The little moon shower I set up is finally coming to fruition. You would not believe the chakra cost it took for me to pull that off – I mean, I had to absorb the chakra of this world's tailed beasts and Shinju just to get that many moons."

Kami vibrated in place. "You – You – who are you? You do not exist in this world! I cannot see anything of you – yet -"

She instantly froze, as though she was a wide-eyed bride who had just been told the wedding was off.

"Yet – somehow, your existence is… approved? HOW? How can this be? How can a being who seeks to destroy all of existence, be approved by prophecy?"

kakarot for his part, merely spread his arms to the side, opened them wide as he floated up, above the nightmarish sight of giant spherical masses collapsing into the earth. He ascended, like a reverse-messiah, or perhaps, a messiah of the apocalypse.

"The answer is simple really…"

He gave a long, elaborate bow.

"I am kakarot."

With those three final words, he vanished.

And the world perished.

Three Months Later

Location: Dragon Ball's Earth

Never before in the history of the Human race had such an architectural marvel been built.

And considering that the species had been all but destroyed, it was most likely that no other architectural marvel like it would ever be built.

Bulma was a genius, being far smarter than anyone in her original species and being able to understand technology coming from far out of space, gaining abilities and possessing powers and abilities and no doubt having a civilization with architectural marvels and wonders that made the greatest feats of Engineering of the now non-existent human race look like a retarded child's attempt to stack blocks on top of each other.

Hence, she could not help the tug on her lips as she placed one hand on her hips, swaying her bluehair backwards as regally as she could, as she glanced at her masterpiece that had only taken her a matter of days to build.

To be honest, normal architects couldn't create gold or concrete from thin air with Elemental Manipulation, or with there, or the Creation of All Things technique which meant that there was an instantaneous, infinite supply of materials to work with.

And to be fair, no normal architect would ever have a tireless workforce of over three hundred thousand men/women, which were provided to her in the form of shadow clones; both hers and that of kakarot.

Still, that was what made this man-made paradise so appealing.

The World of kakarot.

The Earth had been refitted and reformed and transformed into something so surreal, no one would have been able to guess that the new world was a man-made construct.

Bulma had rapidly linked the sheer vastness of the planet to kakarot's own energy pool. Hence, as the man gained more power, the size of the planet increased. Well, that and the fact that after becoming a Divine Being, the Dimension had quadrupled was easily the size of a dozen continents.

To this end, Bulma had decided to give the dimension more life-like qualities, and now it possessed it's own oceans, vast and filled with salt water. There were also great seas and lakes that could be explored with ships and crews, all of which had been created with copious use of Water Release.

Deciding to play goddess some more, Wood Release was added to the equation, therefore causing kakarot's World to possess numerous trees, all of them ranging from deciduous to coniferous, from decorative to fruit-bearing, from wonderful pink cherry blossoms and magnolias, to lush and ripe apple and papaya trees.

She had a slight love of flowers and had dedicated entire country-sized landmasses to nothing but large gardens of roses, daffodils, tulips, and as many flowers as she could possibly think of.

This, had generated the unexpected side effect of filling the entire planet up with more oxygen, as well as a myriad of beautiful, fresh-smelling air.

Then there was the main attraction of this world, the Palace.

That was it. Bulma had deemed that it needed no fancy names or titles attached to it, as it was simply, and merely called The Palace.

Covering three hundred and thirty thousand square meters and nine stories, it was a masterpiece and marvel that easily took the spot as the greatest architectural design in the history of the human species. Bulma was sure that The Palace was the wet dream of every budding architect.

To claim that the Palace had everything was a grand claim.

Yet, so far, the claim was accurate.

When you could create something from absolutely nothing, the only limitations one possessed was their own imaginations.

Movie Theaters? Check. Underground Torture Room? Check. A Colossal Colosseum to pit slaves against each other? Check. Swimming pools large enough to three boss summons to have sex in without creating tidal waves? Check. Throne Room, Master bedrooms, hot springs, saunas, basketball, volleyball and tennis courts, servant quarters, slave quarters, bowling alleys, fully stocked kitchens, and everything in between.

Adorned in colors of gold, burnt dark orange, red and black, possessing large golden support pillars with diamond cores, a myriad of stairs crafted from actual emeralds and sapphires, with beautiful rugs and skins ranging from that of white tigers to exotic black bears decorating the rooms, diamond chandeliers, and golden seats and chairs cushioned with sheep-skin leather and furs –

Gods would look upon the Palace, and their faces would grow green with envy, they would swallow their dry throats and stifle their spittle as they realized that their divinity was meaningless in the face of the greatness that was The Palace of Palaces.

Bulma allowed a small smirk to rise up on her lips.

The Palace of Palaces.

She liked it.

In a planet that was mobile, and always accessible, there would be no need to actually ever leave their home, not even to gain mundane items like tissue paper. The Creation of All Things ability granted by the Rinnegan made it so that they would never lack anything, not even food, as the soils of the world were fertile enough to plant their own produce which would grow to be sweeter and larger than anything bought or gotten elsewhere, due to the potent chakra that saturated the earth.

Self-sufficient and comfortable, the Palace of Palaces was a paradise that Bulma was going to enjoy to the fullest.

Of course, it also had something to do with the fact that she was one the Head Goddesses of the world of kakarot, and she was the one who communed most with the literal god of the world.

She also took her job as head priestess very seriously.

"Fuuuuck- I love your blowjobs Bulma!"

Her tongue wrapped around the Promethean cock that stood in front of her. The literal godlike member which possessed thickness and girth literally beyond anything any mere mortal man could ever hope to handle. Covering about twelve inches when absolutely erect, and possessing a thickness and girth of about three inches, the cock of the god kakarot was capable of turning women into a mindless blithering pool merely from inserting half of its full length.

So far, despite possessing over three months of practice and training, Bulma still found herself passing out from sheer pleasure once kakarot shoved his full length into her without any warning.

However, it brought her a small amount of pleasure to please him with her mouth, which she most often did, as the god grabbed the back of her head and used her entire face as his tool of release, slamming into her at a repetitive pace that made her feel the entire warmth of his member rub against her throat in a pleasurable sensation of infinite swallowing.

His balls smacked into her chin with the motions, but she could pay it absolutely no heed in the mind-numbing ecstasy of her entire mouth and throat being used to please kakarot.

"FUUUCK!"

With a final yell and grunt, he thrusted his member down deeper than ever before, causing her eyes to extend as she felt the release of his hot wad rush down her throat and find its way directly into her stomach.

The process took up about several seconds, filling her up with nothing but his seed until he finally detached his cock from her throat, covered in saliva as it was, and despite having just fully unloaded, his balls were no lighter, and his Promethean cock still stood hard and erect.

He had always possessed downright ungodly stamina, but after becoming a literal divine being, he could keep on going for all eternity without ever needing to stop for a break.

"I believe that concludes today's ritual kakarot-sama."

The man in question let out an annoyed scoff as he fell back on his bed.

"You know, when I started up the whole 'religion' deal three months ago, I did it on a whim because I was on a supernatural power high right?"

Bulma smiled. It was the type of coy smile that was accustomed with mischievous high profile ladies or ambiguously promiscuous wives of daimyos. "Be that as it may, I must take my post as Head goddess rather seriously, considering there are several women who would be just as eager if not more so to be in my position."

kakarot rolled his eyes. "You're enjoying this way too much. You and Rubi both."

Bulma's lips twitched in thinly veiled mirth. "I am clueless as to what you are referring to kakarot-sama. You are a god, and I am merely your humble Head goddess, whom you may use however you see fit."

kakarot's right eye twitched. All of this was somewhat his fault, as prior to absorbing the powers of the Shinigami, he had completed his pillaging of Konohagakure no Sato.

He obtained the skills of the Yamanaka and Nara Clans, their ability to possess bodies being infinitely useful, as well as their abilities to control bodies like puppets against their wills. He had also taken the skills of the Akimichi Clan, which could turn him into a giant or titan at will. Unfortunately, the Aburame clan had little use for him, so he merely slaughtered them using an insecticide flamethrower. Next was the Inuzuka Clan, which he had killed with chocolate. Shoving a chocolate bar down someone's throat could kill them just as effectively as a kunai, as he had found out. Also, doubly effective when the chocolate bars were shaped like doggie treats.

Nonetheless, all of these powers, when combined with the godly capabilities of the Shinigami, had put him in a 'power high' so to speak. So upon arriving at his Palace in his original dimension the first thing he did was capturing numerous women from across the planet, he had immediately created a religion that praised him as a fearful and all-powerful god.

He carried Bulma before them all, and Kakarot spoke powerfully, "You have all been chosen by me. For your 2 week-long stay here, you will be put through the training grounds. As the new God of this world, this is my proclamation. Here are my Goddesses," he gestured Bulma, "The goddess of Wisdom and Creation," then Mrs. Breifs, "The Goddess of Nature," then to Launch, "The Goddess of Polarity," then Tights, "The Goddess of Life," Maron, "The Goddess of Beauty," (Gohan honestly had no idea what else to say; the girl was simply too dense to understand) and finally, to Piiza, "And the Goddess of Reputation."

He looked over the room of girls, "If I deem you to be worthy, then you shall become a Goddess as well. Otherwise, you will remain human for all eternity. Do not take this lightly."

Then, with another wish, all the girls disappeared into their own rooms, which had to beds each.

Of course, some of the women had tried to attack or refuse him at first, but, as he had found out with Rubi early on, there was some sort of genetic programming in humans that made them want to serve a higher power; a programming that made them instantly fear, revere and worship him.

Originally, his plan had involved using the Kotoamatsukami to make them all subject to his will.

A Genjutsu which cast a compulsion to make whoever was the victim of the technique, believe that their choices and decisions were of their own making, and everything that they knew to be true, was true, and was born from their own experiences.

Absorbing this particular technique from the eye in Danzo's possession had taken some finesse and extreme, heavy fine-tuning in order to get it to work right. He had first cast it on Sakura, and she had broken down a screaming mess before her brain melted out of her nostrils.

It had been a hassle bringing her back to life after that.

Several tries and retries and tweaks later, he mastered it easily. He had been fully prepared to cast it upon all the women in the Palace, only for him to realize that there was no need.

They had felt his godly presence and they rapidly became devout, downright fanatical worshipers of kakarot.

Seeing him bring back long-dead individuals only cemented it into their minds that he was a god, and that it was their duty as mere mortals to worship him.

The only one who was immune to that in-built genetic command was Bulma, which kakarot felt was because Bulma was an alien in every sense of the word, and did not possess the same fundamental encoding in her DNA.

Rubi, likewise possessed some resistance, which kakarot assumed was due to her being part tailed-beast.

Due to Bulma's inherent immunity to feeling the need to lick his semen off the floor in a crazed frenzy, he had made her his Head Goddess, with Rubi coming in afterward as her assistant.

Who knew that being an incredibly feared and loved deity would be so annoying?

'Still, though, he had to admit, that there was nothing in the world quite as enjoyable and as refreshing, as being the God of Dea–' before he was able to finish speaking a weak yet familiar energy suddenly came rocketing into the atmosphere.

"kakarot-sama?"

kakarot blinked, frowning as he rubbed the back of his head, whereas Bulma tilted her head at him in confusion.

"Did – did you feel that?"

"Yes, I do it seems familiar to your energy somehow?"

"hmm it would make sense the energy you're sensing is my brother after all but still he shouldn't be here so soon it should have taken him another eight years at least ?"

Bulma stared at him shocked at the news. "w-wait what do you mean that you have a brother ?"

kakarot nodded his head. "Yeah, he's probably here to see whether or not I have completed my mission and exterminated all the life on this planet and to try and get me to go with him and the other surviving Saiyans to join this asshole named Frieza."

Focusing his senses on the overwhelming ringing that kept pouring through his ears, kakarot closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, feeling his body grow incredibly lighter, and lighter, and lighter, until he became transparent, and then continued onwards.

"K…kakarot-sama…"

He had blocked out noise, blocked out sound and distractions, blocked out the external world completely, focusing only on the power

Except, by the time he had opened his eyes, he realized that he was no longer in his central throne room.

"So...whos Frieza?"

Floating next to him in her over-sexualized scientist outfit, kakarot blinked as he found himself high in the air over a brilliant city of lights.

"Well…"

He licked his lips slowly in anticipation.

"…hes the guy whos in the way of my plans and for that he can't be allowed to live."

Power Levels:

Kakarot-15,600

Bulma-4,268

Rubi-784

Kami-9,000