Beerus made the executive decision that we'd spend the entire 365 days naked. So we disrobed from our wedding outfits to walk skyclad out into the endless white expanse of the HTC. I was bouncing the capsule containing the Mega Gravity Chamber. Whis had kindly provided Bulma with Kachi Katchin, the literal strongest material in the Multiverse. The MGC could go to a whopping 250,000x the ambient gravity. In the 10x Earth gravity of the HTC, along with the Mass Magnifier, we could achieve weights that would make even an Angel beg for mercy. We were going to make a LOT of progress during our honeymoon.

"So, you going to work on Super Saiyan Mega 2?" Beerus asked as I tossed the capsule.

"In the interest of being thorough, I'm going to master Blue 2 and Ape 4 first before going for Mega 2. Every time I master a different form, the ceiling on my base form rises. I figure I should master the weaker forms even though I'll probably go straight to Mega if it comes to a real fight."

"Sounds reasonable." Beerus got a frown. "Do you think we have 15 years before Champa comes looking for me like in your vision, or did me waking up early move up the timetable?"

I shrugged and hugged her close, enjoying the skin-on-skin contact. "I don't know, babe. But whenever he shows up, we'll be ready. Okay?"

We entered the Mega Gravity Chamber and the honeymoon began in earnest. We almost literally spent half our time sparring or training and the other half trying to kill each other via orgasm. Brief breaks to eat, sleep, and bathe kept us sane (and as Gods we needed those less than mortals), but otherwise it was constant physical exertion of one form or another. The days and weeks and months flew by, the two of us getting stronger and closer together as we enjoyed our year-long vacation.

One day, about three weeks before we were scheduled to leave, I woke up to find Beerus writhing and sweating and emitting a scent that had my tail standing on end and my cock hard as Katchin. "You're on heat."

"No shit, genius," she snarled, so horny she was irritable.

I wasn't having that kind of talk from my wife. I flipped and pinned her to the bed with her face mushed into the pillow. I licked her big ear. "Now is that any way to treat the only man who can make you feel better, pussycat?"

She arched up into me and she whined. "I need it, Goku! I need it so bad!"

"Don't worry. I'm going to make you feel better. I'm going to fill you so full of seed you'll be bulging. I'm going to knock you up with a whole litter of kittens," I whispered hotly before shoving myself balls-deep inside her steaming snatch.

We didn't end up training that day. Or sleeping. I scraped the bottom of the barrel of my legendary endurance, but I kept myself hard and pumping in and out of my ovulating mate for a full 24 hours. When my exhausted flesh finally gave up the ghost, I slid out and flopped onto my back. My little soldier retreated inwards in pure self-preservation. My balls felt like I'd been kicked by Whis in them. But it was all worth it, to see Beerus looking almost intoxicated with pleasure and rubbing her distended tummy. It wasn't our child, I'd simply unloaded just that much semen inside her womb, sucked up by her own orgasms that I'd expertly coaxed out.

I talked once I got my wind back. "Satisfied?"

"Never more so," she purred like a kitten. "I do believe you're the best lay I've had, male or female, in all my life. If I were male, I think I'd even let you top me."

"We've had anal before, what's the difference?"

"It's a male dominance thing. I don't like not being top cat. When I'm a woman I'm more fluid about the sexual power dynamic thing."

"Out of curiosity, you ever going to make love to the others?" I asked.

She shrugged. "Sure, just to be fair. Piccolo is a bit stronger than you were our first time, he probably wouldn't disappoint. And I can use my tail as a dildo for all three of them. You're who I'll go to each heat, though."

"Fair enough."

We cuddled together. Beerus eventually asked "Ever worry you won't be able to remember all your grandchildrens' names?"

"We'll use nametags," I joked. "The First Four are not even at puberty yet, grandbabies are years down the line."

We talked a bit more, then Beerus had to make an urgent and long trip to the toilet to leak out all my seed. Then we cuddled until bedtime.

Beerus was so obscenely powerful, her body so resilient, that she could train and not risk the pregnancy so long as I avoided gut shots. So we finished off the honeymoon the exact same way we'd spent the rest of it. The day we had to leave, we used Matter Creation to make our usual outfits, gathered our stored wedding clothes, and walked out hand in hand.

Kami looked up from training with Mr. Popo. I still wasn't sure exactly what the djinn was and had zero interest in finding out. "Welcome back, you two! Enjoy the honeymoon?"

"Oh, it was the best," Beerus said, hand unconsciously laid over her lower belly.

Kami could detect microbes, he could pick up a zygote. "Congratulations are in order, I see. I hope I'll be asked to babysit my new grandchild or grandchildren at some point."

I grinned easily. "Of course. The kids love you, this one will love Grandpa Kami too." I held up a hand for Instant Transmission. "See ya!" And then I popped us away.

We appeared in the lawn that had hosted our wedding a relative day ago. The kids sensed us and came pouring out the woodwork. "Daddy! Mima!" They surrounded us in a group hug.

It might have only been 24 hours for them, but for me it had been a year. A hedonistic year, but a year without my kids. I hugged and kissed every one of them. "Hey, guys! What happened while we were gone?"

Xylophone began to count on his fingers. "I figured out how to do a Kamehameha one-handed. Boxa and Shorts want different colored highlights to tell them apart. Goka is writing poetry for Videl but he keeps tossing his drafts. Goyi signed up for a ballet class. I'm pretty sure Longjohn anonymously solved some famous calculus problem online. Flute gave sculpting a try. Gozo learned how to say 'potty'. Jockstrap is officially banned from breast milk, Mommy put her foot down. And Gong is constipated."

I picked up my and Piccolo's youngest child and rubbed his belly. "Aw, sorry buddy. And I'm so proud of the rest of you it hurts."

Longjohn scratched his nose. "It wasn't a HARD problem."

"I want blue," Boxa said while Shorts said "I want pink," the second her sister finished.

"Love stinks," Goka grumbled with a blush.

"I want to be a superstar! I need to be able to sing AND dance!" Goyi chirped.

"Clay is messy," Flute stated.

Gozo held up his hands so I'd pick him up like I had his brother. And now that I looked, Jockstrap seemed a bit grumpy.

I grinned at my blood and announced "Sorry about this, but you'll have to keep track of at least one more sibling come January. Mima is pregnant!"

"Yay!" Was the universal response from the older seven. Beerus endured hugs and kisses and ears pressed to her stomach with an indulgent grin.

Longjohn pulled on my pantleg. "Do all married people have sex on their honeymoon?"

"If they don't, there's usually a problem," I answered.

"Is sex fun or something? Because I did a few Zoogle searches and people seem obsessed with it. Apparently people do it even when they don't want babies."

Reminding myself to have Bulma check the parental controls on the computers, I nonetheless stuck to my policy of unfiltered honesty with my kids. "Once you grow up, sex is a lot of fun. Some people even pay people to let them have sex with them. But remember, good boys and girls wait to do it with someone they love enough to raise a kid with. Got it?"

"Yes, Daddy." Longjohn waited a beat. "How do two boys or two girls have sex?"

This kid would either be an erotica author or a porn addict later in life. "For two boys, one boy puts his penis in the other's butt since boys don't have a vagina. Two girls mostly kiss and cuddle unless one uses a fake penis on the other."

Longjohn didn't even blink. He took all information calmly and processed it in his own damn time. "Thanks, Daddy."

I dismissed the kids to their daily distractions; they weren't just stronger than 99.9% of the planet, they were also the richest kids in the solar system. As for education, the First Four started being tutored by Chi-Chi and a private teacher last year. We had plans of letting them go to a private middle school and high school in the city to help their social skills and so they could get the 'normal' kid experience. College would be up to them.

I took Beerus and led her indoors. We found our co-spouses watching a split-screen of different news channels on our wall-sized 8K TV. Whis was sat on the couch, enjoying a plate of nachos.

"Well, well, well, the newlyweds are back!" Chi-Chi clapped.

Piccolo rose both brows. "100T? Really, Goku? You went up an order of magnitude in one year? When'd you stop to knock up your new bride?"

I shrugged. "Turns out the multiplier for Mega goes up by a factor of 10 with each level. When I mastered it, my base form reflected the boost."

"When he masters Mega 4, he'll be as strong in base form as I was when I first got here," declared Beerus proudly. She made no mention of the fact she'd quadrupled her power to 100Qa.

"Don't forget about Blue 3 and 4. Not to mention Ultra Instinct," Bulma chimed in.

Beerus rolled her eyes. "That's not even a transformation, it's just a state of mind, a minor form of omniscience. There's no power boost."

"Damn useful, though, making exactly the right move without having to even think," I mused.

Whis only just seemed to notice we were there, he must have been really into his cheesy snack. "Ah, Lady Beerus! Congratulations on your wedding and my sincerest wishes you enjoyed your honeymoon." He blinked and covered his mouth. "Oh, my! I expected you to come back pregnant, but I hardly expected you to be quite this pregnant."

We all turned to the Angel. "We're not you, Whis. They're too small for us to sense. How many are there?" Beerus growled.

"Isn't it customary for some parents to be surprised at the birth?"

Bulma held out a hand to stop Beerus from leaping on Whis. "Where ki fails, science may prevail." Bulma scanned Beerus with her built-in tricorder, the augment measuring and analyzing the God's vitals and feeding the information to Bulma's cerebral implant. My first wife blinked. "Oh, wow. You really are cat-like."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Beerus demanded.

I had a guess. "I'm going to love and hate this answer. It really is a litter, isn't it?"

"Six, assuming none die in utero," Bulma said clinically.

Beerus almost collapsed against me. "Six? Zen-Oh, think of the shit! Think of the feedings! Think of the crying! I can't even think of six baby names!"

"Ale, Lager, Pils, Stout, Hops, Cerveza," I rattled off the top of my head. "There, six gender-neutral names in keeping with your naming convention. Lady, relax. We have me and my Multiforms, three co-parents, eight grandparents, and Whis, not to mention a legion of nannies, to help. We can handle divine sextuplets, I promise."

Beerus took a few deep breaths and stood back up. "I want catnip so bad right now. But it'd be bad for the babies."

"See? You're already thinking like a mom!" Chi-Chi cheered.

We all processed the news and then Beerus and I relaxed for the rest of the day. At lunch, the kids took the news our family would reach 21 next year fairly well. Boxa and Shorts seemed to share Beerus' horror at the coming noise and odor. Flute called painting the nursery. Goka made the observation that each successive batch of kids in the Son Family was getting stronger and stronger. He seemed eager for the day the Super Six, as we'd already nicknamed them, would join Family Fighting Fun-Time.

That night, I 'reconnected' with my other mates while Beerus just lapped at some warm milk and watched. When I finished rendering them all into piles of sore but blissed out goo, I leaned back against the headboard and soaked up the male pride in the sure knowledge I was a stud.

"You got better. Which I didn't think was possible," Bulma said around her drool.

"You can thank me for that. He's weaker in base form than me, so he can't rely on overwhelming power. So he compensated with technique. And we all know his work ethic when it comes to self-improvement," Beerus said, taking off her clothes and climbing into bed.

"I'm so lucky it's not even funny. I married the most perfect man in the Universe, if not the Multiverse," Chi-Chi mused.

"Love you too, sweetheart," I said, kissing her hair.

Piccolo had recovered fastest and was tracing his soul mark. "If we didn't have these… would we all even be together? I mean, you wouldn't have even thought of touching Beerus or me if we hadn't gotten this tattoo."

"No point wasting energy on what-ifs," I asserted. "What matters is Bulma did make the wish for soul marks, and now we're all together. Us and our 16 children."

Beerus snorted as she cuddled up against my side. "Six of them are still in the oven, buddy. Don't count your chickens before they hatch."

"I have faith they'll all come out healthy and beautiful as their mother," I said smiling.

"Geez, guys, we married a total sap. Hard to believe he's the strongest thing this side of the Angels."

"We know," my original three mates said in unison.

I rolled my eyes. "Good night, baby mamas."

"Night, baby daddy," they replied.

With my vow to King Kai not to go near Majin Buu, and for all we knew the events of Dragon Ball Super still slated for Age 778 or thereabouts, I had nothing but free time on my hands. About the only thing I had to look forward to was the birth of the Super Six and training for future tournaments or for my maximum potential.

Life in the real world was an adjustment from the bubble of the HTC, but Beerus and I quickly adapted. We still sparred, just for a quarter of the day rather than half or more. And now we had Whis back to teach and guide us, however much he deigned to do so. Then Family Fighting Fun-Time would take over the Mega Gravity Chamber. The First Four were still mastering Super Saiyan, but they were all getting close, and their base PLs were nearing 8-digits. The Second Three found Super Saiyan even faster than their older siblings, given their higher PL at birth so they had less of a distance to climb before crossing the necessary threshold. And the Third Three were still very much infants, just fully physically capable and absurdly strong.

As the months passed, the Super Six proved to be a relatively gentle pregnancy. The kicking kept Beerus up all night, and she proved to be a true terror without a full night's sleep. She took to, pardon the pun, catnaps during the day. The morning sickness was brief, only a few weeks. The cravings are what almost drove us insane. I'd never recover from the sight of Beerus eating a giant marshmallow covered in honey mustard, caviar, and kiwi chunks. Some of the kids threw up at the smell of some of the concoctions Beerus forced Chi-Chi or the hired chefs to cook. Whis, if anything, seemed curious to try each one himself just to see what the flavor was like.

One day I took off to visit New Sadala and bond with my fellow Saiyans. I landed and was pleased to see what had started as a small colony of less than 100 had boomed to almost 500, most of the Saiyans finding their soul mates both among each other and Earth's population. And having at least one kid was almost universal for those couples. The aliens had converted unused houses into businesses, circulating Zeni through the community and allowing the cottage economy of homemade goods the Saiyans crafted to reach the market.

"Morning, Goku!" Called one of the older tykes, whom had probably seen me at the WMAT on TV. I waved back with a grin. I walked through the town, and was reminded I was even more of a celebrity in this community than in West City. So easy to forget that I was partly responsible for most of them coming back from the dead.

"Kakarot!" Radditz called. He walked up to me, looking adorable with Shallot in a baby harness strapped to his front. Tights, whom had clearly taken after Panchy the way Bulma took after Briefs, trotted after her mate and baby. "How are you? How's Lady Beerus? And all the rest?"

"Everyone's just fine. What about you? You remembering to train or is fatherhood zapping all your energy?" I asked.

Radditz shrugged. "I get in an hour or two every morning. But really, what's the point? I can think of half a dozen people stronger than me who can handle any villain or threat that shows up. And I'm not like you, I'm perfectly fine settling for a 12M PL rather than reaching for the quadrillions and beyond."

I nodded. "That's fair. If you don't want to master every form and achieve all you potentially could, that's up to you. I wish you, Tights, and little Shallot all the best. Do you know where Dad is?"

"It's Town Hall Day, he's hearing grievances and cases in the middle of town. Should be done in an hour, unless Vegeta bitches and moans about something forever and a day." Radditz helpfully pointed. Sure, I could have used ki sense, but sometimes one just got lazy.

I walked over to the center of town, which had Town Hall located on one side of the square courtyard. There was indeed a small line leading up to a desk, where my dad was sat behind armed with a gavel and a book of laws for New Sadala.

"I rule this case to indeed be larceny. Tamanegi, I fine you 5,000 Zeni to be paid in reparations to Pepp. Next!" Bardock ruled with a hit of the wooden hammer. A rather chubby Saiyan walked defeated away while a man I recognized as the local restauranteur grinned in triumph.

I crossed my arms and stood to the side, meditating with my eyes open as the people of New Sadala presented their cases and my dad ruled one way or the other. At the end, Bardock ordered an underling to take the desk back inside and walked over to me.

"Hey, son. Need something?"

"Not really. Just wanted to remind myself of my roots. I'm almost bored back home. You don't really get tired of being happy, but when you get so predictable you can set your clock to it, you need a day off."

Bardock nodded. "I can relate. Parnip and Turip do something new every day, but work gets repetitive as all hell. Take Tamanegi, that's the 8th time he's dined and dashed! I'd put him in stocks for a day if I thought it would work. And yeah, the whole inhumane thing."

I shrugged. "Some people take advantage of the mercy of others. But it's important not to sink to their level. Anyway, Mom okay?"

"Happy as a clam. And pregnant again, actually. She says it feels like another boy, Turip was a fluke she thinks."

"Congrats! Any name ideas?"

"I like Iceberg, as in the lettuce. It's original but still vaguely a vegetable so he won't be ostracized for having a 'weird' name at the school."

"Oh, you finished building it?"

"Yep. First class is next month."

"Cool. How's your training going?"

Bardock grinned ferally. "Super Saiyan 3 is a real rush. Real bitch to control, though. I can barely maintain it an hour."

Just to show off, I went Super Saiyan 3 without my PL even fluctuating. "It's worth it to keep doing it. Once you master it, you're in a good place to go for Ape. And once you master that, I'll personally teach you how to do the God transformation."

Bardock chuckled. "You honestly aren't threatened by me, are you? You don't even hesitate to offer me power, more than our ancestors could ever imagine."

I eyed him with a tilted head. "Um, you're my Dad? Of course I'm not threatened by you. We're blood, family, I want you to be the best version of yourself. I think every Saiyan has the right to master Super Saiyan Mega 4 if they're willing to put in the work."

Bardock shook his head. "Super Saiyan Mega 4… I remember a time when I thought just Super Saiyan was a mystical bedtime story."

"Funny how things turn out, huh?" I reverted to base form.

"Kakarot!" I heard behind me.

I turned and nodded at Vegeta as he touched down from flying over. "Hey, Vegeta. How's Super Saiyan 2 going?"

Vegeta grit his teeth. "I have managed to double my endurance since last we talked, and I am able to nearly half my Power Level while maintaining it."

"Good, you're about a third of the way through the process," I said, going on my own memories of mastering SS2.

Vegeta crossed his arms. "I heard what you said to Bardock. Will you make the same offer to me?"

"Teaching you God if you master 3 and Ape? Sure!"

Vegeta grinned in a way that was just slightly demented. "Excellent."

"So how's Mai?"

Vegeta frowned. "She's unhappy with this 'small town' lifestyle. I'm thinking of moving us to West City. That way she gets her urban living and I can train with you more easily."

"Bulma can find you an apartment. And how's Nappa?"

"He and Fasha have an… interesting relationship. I'm convinced they have screaming matches just so they can make up with mating."

I shrugged. "Some couples are like that." Yamcha and Launch sprang to mind.

I talked with my dad and self-proclaimed rival for an hour, and then I just wandered the town and made conversation with passersby. I made it home in time for dinner with a smile on my face.

"Good visit to Grandpa Bardock?" Chi-Chi asked.

"Yep yep. Nice to see them all doing so well. And kids! You're getting another uncle next year."

Xylophone perked up. "Oh, cool. Uncle Niptur can have a little brother for real instead of me."

Longjohn paused in eating his spinach. "Why do people babies take 9 months to grow? Don't other animals have shorter times?"

"Because Zen-Oh said so," Beerus said simply. "Well, more accurately, because whatever Kai made your species said so."

I snapped my fingers. "That reminds me! We should visit the Supreme Kai. The Old Kai is still trapped in that sword you stuck him in."

Beerus blinked. "You know, I completely forgot about that. Whis, how long ago was that?"

"75 million years, give or take a few millenia," Whis answered with his mouth full.

Bulma, who was the master of trivia given her daily research into the Archive, asked "What happens if a man and a woman both put on a pair of Potara earrings? I'm thinking of the Old Kai and that witch."

Beerus shrugged. "The stronger determines the sex of the fusion. On the off chance they're both equal in power, I suppose the fusion would be a hermaphrodite like Piccolo."

I rubbed my chin. "If you had to, if you HAD to be fused with someone, who would you pick?"

"You," Beerus said without blinking. "We could use our tail for self-love."

Bulma grinned. "Dr. Gero. We'd be the smartest being in existence!"

Chi-Chi shrugged. "Bulma. We'd be a housewife that could kick ass."

"My dad. We can fuse anyway if we really wanted to," Piccolo stated.

Whis patted his mouth with a napkin. "One of my siblings. I suppose I'm closest with Vados."

"I'm torn between my dad and Vegeta… you know what, make it Frieza. I don't want to be married to my mom and Vegeta's attitude would pollute the fusion," I thought aloud.

"What are Potara earrings?" Xylophone asked, confused by the adult's conversation.

"Magical earrings that Gods make that force the two people who put them on to fuse into one person," Bulma answered promptly.

"Oh. Then I pick Uncle Parnip."

"Each other," Boxa and Shorts said at the same time.

Goka blushed. "Videl. Not the way I want to get together but still."

Goyi raised her hand. "Aunt Lazuli. I like her hair color."

Longjohn shrugged. "Grandpa Briefs. Same reason as Mommy."

Flute tapped his chin. "I suppose Uncle Chiaotzu. I could paint my face every day."

The babies neither understood the question nor were capable of answering.

Later that night, I was talking to Beerus' bump. I wanted the Super Six to know their Daddy's voice. "I love you Ale. I love you Lager. I love you Pils. I love you Stout. I love you Hops. I love you Cerveza. I love you all so much. Yes, I do. Yes, I do. And we all can't wait for you to be born. So please don't vaporize any of us when you come out."

Beerus rolled her eyes. "It's not like they understand you. You're a hum through a thick wall while underwater to them."

"You don't know that. You were born fully cognizant, maybe they inherited that. They could be listening to every word we say," I argued back.

Bulma paused in unhooking her bra. "He has a point. I'm picking up an abnormally high amount of brain activity."

"Well, if you kittens can hear me, don't expect any of Mima's milk. You're getting Mama's formula and nothing else," Beerus aimed at her uterus.

"I promise all your brothers and sisters loved it," Chi-Chi added.

Piccolo rubbed his chin. "Let's test this. If you understand us, all of you kick once at the same time."

Beerus jumped. "Whoa. That was spooky."

I rubbed my cheek against the bump. "Thank you, kittens. We'll start reading to you so you can be smart and know how the world works. And in case you haven't heard before, I'm Daddy. I'm the one with the brown tail. Mommy has blue hair, she's very smart. Mama has black hair, she's an amazing cook. Papa is green with pink patches. Mima is who you're growing inside and she's a purple cat like you are." I proceeded to describe all their siblings, grandparents, and aunts, uncles, and cousins. "And all of us are going to love you and take care of you when you're ready to come out." I kissed Beerus' popped-out bellybutton. Maybe it was a coincidence, but one of them kicked my lips at the same time.

The rest of the pregnancy ran its course, Beerus officially giving up training by the last week of November because her mobility was so disabled. The kids took the news the Super Six might come out talking coherently with excitement. It meant they wouldn't have to wait 2 or 3 years for them to become interesting. December consisted of the Second Three's birthday parties and our annual Yule bash. Frieza surprised everyone by showing up to the holiday party with another Frost Demon. And it wasn't his father.

"Everyone. I would like to introduce my son," Frieza said proudly, nudging the other Arcosian forward.

"Hello. My name is Kuriza. It is very nice to meet you," the clone of Frieza said, bowing. He was identical to his father except for the color of their gems, Frieza being purple and Kuriza being red.

Bulma shrugged and came forward to shake the newborn's hand. "Nice to know that supernova last month served a purpose. Hi, I'm Bulma. I'm your father's master's brain."

"It's true, she is," I said as I hugged my kids' newest cousin. "And congrats! You beat your dad's record. By, like, 50 times. 6B is very respectable."

Kuriza scratched his cheek. "For a mortal, sure. I'm still nothing compared to you or father or Lady Beerus or Uncle Piccolo or especially Lord Whis."

I patted his shoulder. "Tell you what. Prove you're a good guy and I'll teach you how to become a God. In fact, I'll teach you and your dad at the same time."

The reptilian aliens gaped. "Master… we are not worthy," Frieza protested.

I waved my hand. "Pish posh. It's my trick, I'll share it how I want. Hell, it's Yule, consider it a gift. Now come on! Mama Son made her suckling pig."

It was a great Yule. Beerus drank an entire bowl of eggnog, thankfully virgin. Tien and Chiaotzu anxiously watched as Lipin played with the Third Three and Shallot under the watchful eyes of the grandparents. Krillin lost an arm-wrestling match with Lapis and, if I recognized the grin on Lazuli's face, he was going to lose something else later that night. I wished his ass luck. Yamcha and Launch brought separate dates; whatever worked for them, none of my business. Roshi brought a pair of twins he was banging that worked for him, who actually turned out to be lovely, intelligent women. My parents and my younger siblings just mingled and enjoyed the substantial spread. Radditz was caught fingering Tights with his tail. Bulma yelled for a minute before laughing it off; after all, she'd just had a quickie with Piccolo. The kids had to leave early for bedtime, but they played good hosts for Uncle Jiji and Videl. Satan just nursed his drink in the corner and wondered why he came. Vegeta and Mai had thrown their own party the same night and couldn't attend. Puar and Oolong had a Shapeshifting contest. And Whis just sampled every dish and admired the tree.

Three weeks later, on January 15th of Age 765, I was just putting the finishing touches on Super Saiyan Blue 3 in the Mega Gravity Chamber when I heard Beerus scream in pain. I'm pretty sure I went superluminal in rushing to my wife's side. "Beerus! What's wrong! Is it the babies?"

The God of Destruction was as bent over as her beach ball belly would allow. I noticed a wet spot on her crotch. "Contractions… hurt more…than a kick from Whis," she panted.

My other mates were only slightly slower than me in joining us. "Are you in labor? When did your water break?" Chi-Chi asked concerned.

"Five minutes ago. That was the first cramp just now. Not fun," Beerus grit out.

Bulma assumed her self-assigned role as midwife, scanning Beerus. "Less than a centimeter dilated, to be expected after only one contraction. All six are in birthing position and no cords are tangled. It should be like a log flume ride when them start coming out."

"While you're looking, what are the sexes?" Piccolo inquired.

Bulma turned to Beerus. "Do we want to know?"

"We'll find out in a few hours anyway and they're being named by birth order. Just tell us." Beerus sank onto the couch.

"Even split. Three boys, three girls."

The kids came filing into the living room where we all were. "Babies come?" Gong asked. The little hybrid seemed immune to the terrible two's, staying sweet as an angel. Jockstrap on the other hand was a nightmare. Gozo just sulked for hours rather than throwing full-blown tantrums when he didn't get his way.

"Yes, Gong, your baby brothers and sisters are coming," I answered my son, rubbing his head the way he liked.

"Is Mima having them here or at the hospital?" Longjohn asked practically.

"I am not standing up again until my womb is empty. That answer your question?" Beerus snarked.

Goka tilted his head. "Womb? What's that?"

Chi-Chi answered our firstborn "Its a spot above the vagina where the baby grows inside the mother."

Xylophone nodded. "Okay. But what stops the baby from falling out the womb and vagina?"

Bulma sighed. "Okay. Time for Sex Ed lesson #2." She held up her smartwatch and mentally ordered it to project a hologram of a female anatomy chart, complete with fetus. "Here's how sex and pregnancy works. Ovaries grow and drop eggs. Eggs travel through and meet sperm in Fallopian tubes. Egg attaches to wall of the womb and grows into a baby. Baby is fed by something called the placenta, attached to the baby by the umbilical cord. This muscle called a cervix keeps the baby from falling out. During labor, like Mima is going through right now, the cervix slowly and unfortunately painfully opens to 10 centimeters. Baby and placenta slides through cervix and out the vagina. Doctor cuts the umbilical cord, and that makes the bellybutton. Then the cervix closes until the next labor. Questions?"

Boxa peered at the diagram. "What's that little bump above the vagina on the outside?"

"It feels weird when we touch ours," Shorts added.

"That's the clitoris. It actually extends under the skin in a ring around the pelvis. There's a little bump on the top wall of the vagina called the G-spot as well. So far as we can tell, their only purpose is to make sex feel good. But they don't work properly until you hit puberty, so no playing with them," Bulma lectured.

Flute tilted his head. "Mommy, do I have a really big clitoris or a penis and no clitoris?"

"The second one, son," Piccolo spoke up.

Goyi raised her hand. "Mommy, can you show us boy and Namekian insides too?"

"Sure, honey." The hologram changed to a cross-section of the male pelvic region. "The testes, these two balls, are covered by a sac called the scrotum and make the sperm. During sex, sperm go up this tube call the vas deferens. Vas deferens goes through this walnut-shaped thing called the prostate. Prostate adds seminal fluid to sperm to make semen. Semen go into the urethra, the tube from the bladder to the end of the penis. Semen goes out urethra, into vagina, through cervix and up Fallopian tubes to reach the egg. Sperm in the semen die before reaching the ovaries, which is why you don't get pregnant every time you have sex." She switched to a Namekian chart. "For Namekians, clitoris turns into penis and testes merge inside with the ovaries to produce eggs AND sperm. That's about it."

Beerus screamed again, interrupting the biology lesson. Piccolo and I manfully offered our hands for her to crush. When the pain had abated, Bulma scanned her again. "You're at half a centimeter. If they're all that strong and far apart, this'll take about 7 hours, probably less."

"Fan-freaking-tastic." Beerus was definitely not enjoying labor.

"Anyway, anymore questions about sex, pregnancy, or boy and girl parts?" Bulma put to the floor.

"Why'd Mima's chest get bigger?" Goka asked.

"Because before people got smart and invented formula, the only way to feed a baby was breast milk. My boobs got bigger because they're filled with enough milk for six babies," Beerus said matter-of-factly.

"Mammary tissue only exists in girls. It turns some of the food we eat into milk when we're pregnant. The milk comes out a tiny hole in the nipple." Bulma pulled up the relevant hologram.

Longjohn no doubt had a dozen questions, but he picked the one that was most interesting to him. "I saw something on Zoogle for something called birth control. What's that?"

Bulma frowned. "We're discussing your internet history later, young man. But anyway, birth control is basically any method of stopping the sperm from reaching the egg or the baby being born. The simplest is abstinence, just don't have sex. Then there's condoms, wrappers that go over the penis to catch the semen when it comes out. There's pills, which stop the ovaries from releasing an egg. There's spermicides, chemicals that kill the sperm before they reach the egg. There's devices called IUDs that stop the baby from attaching to the womb. There's sterilization, which is permanent; basically a doctor cuts the vas deferens or Fallopian tubes to stop the sperm or egg from touching. And then there's the worst way: abortion. A doctor makes the baby come out before it can survive."

The kids looked aghast. "People kill their babies?" Boxa said horrified.

"Why would anyone even think of doing that?" Shorts demanded.

"There's a law that says doctors can't do it if the baby's grown enough to feel pain. But there's lots of reasons. There's rape, where a bad man forces a girl to have sex with him. She shouldn't have to have her attacker's baby if she doesn't want to. There's girls who just can't afford a baby or aren't capable of raising one due to a disease or circumstances. Sometimes the egg attaches somewhere besides the womb and could kill the mom. And then there's miscarriage, where the baby for some reason dies before it's finished growing. Not every pregnancy is wanted or successful," I tried to comfort and educate my kids simultaneously.

Whis had wandered in at some point, and felt the need to chip in. "Most pregnancies are accidental. It's not as common as you'd think for the baby to be conceived on purpose and deliberately. Usually a couple or trio or whatever just has unprotected sex for fun and nature takes its course."

Longjohn nodded. "That explains a lot of what I read. Just so we know, were any of us accidents?"

Beerus had another contraction and we all comforted her until she shooed us away. Picking the conversation back up, I told my pink-haired progeny "You, Goyi, and Flute were happy surprises. For the rest of you, we timed the sex so my sperm would touch the eggs."

"Do girls lay an egg every day?" Goka asked.

Chi-Chi shook her head. "No, dear. The ovaries drop an egg once every 28 days, give or take. The womb builds up blood to help grow the baby and placenta. If the egg doesn't touch a sperm, it doesn't attach to the womb. Then the womb leaks all that extra blood out the vagina. It's called a period or menstruation. Most women learn they're pregnant when they miss their period."

"Though I knew a girl in school who didn't realize she was pregnant for 4 months. I forgot, another form of birth control is the depo provera shot, which like the pills stops the egg from being laid. She didn't realize her shot had run out before she had sex with her boyfriend. She found out when she felt the baby kick," Bulma elaborated.

Flute turned to Piccolo. "Papa, what would happen if I put my penis in my vagina and my sperm touched my egg when I grow up?"

Piccolo pursed his lips. "You know what, I really have no idea. My guess is either the baby would die because it only has one parent, or you'd give birth to your twin 9 months later."

Goyi regarded her older sisters. "How do twins happen?"

Bulma grinned at our musical daughter. "There's two ways there can be more than one baby per pregnancy. The first is that the egg splits into two, three, or even four pieces. Each grows into basically the same baby. We call these kinds of multiples identical, like Boxa and Shorts. Then there's what happened with Mima. Her ovaries dropped six eggs, and six different sperm from Daddy touched each egg. We call these multiples fraternal or sororital."

Xylophone scratched his antennae. "Do the testes ever run out of sperm or the ovaries out of eggs?"

"The testes make sperm from puberty until death. Ovaries used to run out in a woman's 40s and 50s. Then we wished everyone immortal and the eggs began to grow back magically."

Longjohn was counting on his fingers. "Daddy got all of you pregnant at the same time. So one man can have babies with multiple women. Can a woman have babies with more than one man?"

I used my tail to scratch my head. "If you mean separately, sure. A woman can have sex with a different man each pregnancy and the brothers or sisters would have different fathers. We call that kind of thing half siblings. For example, Xylophone is your full brother but Goka is your half-brother. If you mean at the same time, that's tricky. They'd have to either mix the eggs and different sperm in a petri dish and implant the babies in the womb to grow, or a woman would have to have sex with two or more men the same night and the different sperm would have to touch two different eggs. It's possible for Mama, Mommy, or Mima to get pregnant from me AND Papa at the same time, it's just really unlikely."

Whis tapped his staff on the ground. "I actually have a question. Why do you seem determined to have as many children as possible? The average is less than 3, you have 16 as of tomorrow."

Cue contraction. Afterwards, I shrugged. "The short answer is I love my wives and husband, I love making love to them, and our children are the inevitable result of that love. I could argue there's less than 500 Saiyans alive and we need to repopulate our way out of extinction. But the real reason is I love being a dad, and I want as many kids as I can keep track of. We'll stop before we hit 100, let's leave it at that."

Boxa and Shorts paled. "Daddy, we love all our siblings," Boxa began.

"But we can't handle 97 little brothers and sisters and Goka," Shorts asserted.

"Don't worry, sweeties, neither could I. I'd have to tattoo your names to your forehead," I joked half seriously.

Longjohn clicked his tongue, which he did when he was thinking. "I read in a history book about this ancient king who had 4,000 wives. Even if he only had one baby with half of them, that's 2,000 kids. How'd he manage it?"

Bulma ran her fingers through his sakura locks. "Darling, not every father is as considerate and loving as Daddy or Papa. That king probably picked one or two favorites and ignored the rest."

"That's horrible!" Goyi gasped.

"That's life, kid. Most people are too selfish to care about anyone past themselves and a handful of others. Hearts as big as Daddy's are one in a million," Beerus dropped the hammer.

Flute came up to Beerus' bump. "Our Daddy is the best. Don't be mean to him," he instructed firmly.

"One last question. Papa was born from Grandpa Kami spitting up an egg. Will Papa ever do that?" Xylophone questioned.

Piccolo shook his head. "No. I like making babies with Daddy, and maybe I'll make a baby with one of your mothers someday. No eggs for us."

We talked about other topics after that, someone putting on the cooking channel to distract Beerus. Every 10 minutes like clockwork, she had a contraction and her cervix dilated another quarter centimeter. About halfway through, Beerus cracked and begged Whis to just magic them out. The Angel grinned and said "Consider this pain tolerance training." Beerus came THIS close to blasting him past Pluto. The Super Six seemed to want to keep Mima happy, not kicking or wriggling at all. We ordered pizza, wings, cheesy bread and soda to treat Beerus and so Chi-Chi wouldn't have to leave her co-wife's side. Around 10:00, Bulma cleared the area in front of the couch and laid down layers of soft, heated towels. "10 centimeters. Here they come. Quiet, everyone. Beerus, push with the next contraction."

Beerus nodded, already biting down on a towel. She'd disrobed for comfort, unconcerned if her own family saw her naked. She was fully effaced, her tummy looking like she'd swallowed a giant watermelon. With her next contraction, she screamed through her gritted teeth and bore down. Guess her pelvic muscles were as strong as the rest of her, because Ale crowned and slid out with one push. Bulma used her laser eyes to slice and cauterize the cord and cradled our son gently. I looked down with pride and adoration on the first of my sextuplets. He opened yellow eyes and blinked up at me and Bulma. "Mommy? Daddy?" He asked coherently, revealing a mouth full of teeth.

I smiled and nodded, taking Ale into my hands. "Yes, Ale. I'm your Daddy." I held him close to my heart and kissed his brow. I was so happy I could cry.

Ale turned to regard the rest of the room's population. "Family?" he asked.

Goka grinned and flew up to look down on his newest brother. "Hi! I'm Goka. I'm the oldest, so I'm in charge when the parents aren't around."

"No, that's the nanny or Whis or your grandparents," Chi-Chi corrected, offering Ale a finger to play with.

In succession over the next hour, Lager (boy), Pils (girl), Stout (boy), Hops (girl), and Cerveza (girl) were born. Each was a purple cat like their Mima, though they had Saiyan hair and tails. Each was cuddled by one of their parents or their siblings, and each proved to be around the same conversational level as the Third Three. Bulma caught the six placentas on the towels on the floor. "You want to save these for stem cells? Eat them? Toss them?"

"Blend them into a smoothie. I'm parched," Beerus said hoarsely.

At the sound of their Mima's voice, the Super Six looked up and flew over to Beerus. They cuddled and mewled as they nuzzled her belly. Beerus had a blinding smile as she cried happy tears and wrapped our kittens in her arms.

We eventually got each of the babies diapered and in pajama onesies. The kids were sent to bed, only allowed to stay up because of the special occasion. The Super Six, by Beerus' insistence, were laid together in an extra-large cradle rather than each getting their own. We all slid naked into bed and just listened to them breathe.

"Hate to spoil the moment, but we'll be adding another crib in September," Bulma confessed.

I nodded, unsurprised. I was so in tune to her ki after all these years I'd sensed the change right away. "Must be Piccolo's. That romp you had at Yule. Any ideas for a name that fits both your naming schemes?"

"G-String springs to mind," Chi-Chi suggested.

Beerus yawned so wide her jaw cracked. "I gave birth to a litter tonight. Do not wake me until the deluxe feast of a lunch tomorrow." With that, she concked out.

Miracle of miracles, all of the sextuplets kept to the same schedule. Me and my Multiforms heated up the formula, fed, burped, and tucked back to sleep each baby 4 hours after their birth. I idly took the time to use ki sense. Each was 5Qa, give or take a few trillion. Powerful little baby Gods.

I could survive on an hour of sleep a week, I handled the second feeding as well as changing the Super Six. In fact, while I was at it I went ahead and gave them a dawn bath. I talked to each of them individually as well as addressing them as a group, using my infallible ki sense to tell them apart.

I decided to test my mastery of Super Saiyan Blue 3 by spending 24 hours in that form and keeping my PL in the double digits. The Super Six seemed fascinated with Daddy's waist-length cyan hairdo. I dressed them in gender-appropriate (well, I assumed. It could be years before one or more came out as transgender) day clothes. Then I whistled loud while they flew after me like a line of ducklings at my mates.

Bulma woke up like flipping a switch, because there was literally a switch in her cerebral implant to control sleep. "Morning, Daddy. Gero, Dad, and I are working on the self-replicating nanobots today."

"I'll be on call to blast the grey goo if it gets out of control," I said in all seriousness. I trusted her, but nanotechnology had the potential to wipe out the planet if done wrong.

Chi-Chi slid out of bed and came to kiss each kitten on the cheek. "Today is Sunday. Know what that means?"

"Pancake Palooza?" I answered with a bit of drool leaking. Nothing like a buttery, syrupy stack of Mama Son's pancakes.

"I'll mix in the whey powder for your batch myself," she promised.

Piccolo idly pumped his morning wood before sitting up and going for the closet with a wave at the Super Six. "I invited Frieza and Kuriza over today. We'll be in the Mega Gravity Chamber all day."

I nodded, and admired that tight green ass as it vanished into our walk-in wardrobe. Beerus had a legit snot bubble as she snored. I chuckled and whispered to the Super Six. "Mima loves to sleep. Never wake her up unless it's with food or she'll tell at you."

"Okay, Daddy," they chorused.

I led them downstairs, and the kids were already sat at the table. They didn't blink at seeing me in Blue 3. "Morning!" I called out.

"Morning," they answered back. There was seriously nothing that warmed my heart like the sound of my children's voices.

I peered over Flute's shoulder at his latest sketch, listening to Goyi hum to herself. I felt my blood freeze when I recognized the being my son was coloring in. "Flute? Did Whis show you a picture of this person?"

"No, Daddy. I saw him in a dream I had last night. He was playing pool with planets while he sat on a throne. It was a bit scary. But he's colorful so I wanted to draw him."

Foresight was a thing, Bardock and the race he eradicated were proof of that. Maybe Flute had inherited some of Grandpa Kami's magic. "That's Zen-Oh. It's an it, not a he, but the Angels call him Lord. It's the first being to exist and the creator of all 12 Universes."

The kids all came over to regard their brother's drawing. "It's tiny. It's really the most powerful thing in the Multiverse?" Goka asked skeptically.

"Uncles Vegeta and Frieza are small too, doesn't make them any less powerful," Xylophone countered.

Longjohn looked up at me. "Could you beat it in a fight if you mastered Mega 4?"

I frowned. "It doesn't really fight. It just uses its power to make its will happen. Let's say I'm a program running on Universe 7 software. Zen-Oh is the user making the programs, and can edit the code whenever and however it wants."

Longjohn, who might actually have a career in computers he loved them so much, gulped. "Wow. Hard to go up against something that can hack reality."

"Maybe if I reached maximum potential power, I could become immune to its power. But I honestly don't know and I'm in no hurry to find out." I shrugged. "Anyway, this is too heavy for breakfast talk. Any ideas for how to play with your baby brothers and sisters today?"

"We'll do what we/ Normally do." Boxa and Shorts said sleepily. Before they were fully awake, they slipped back into their old habit of unison speech.

Goyi, who carried a different stuffed animal from the menagerie in her bedroom each morning, offered the baby shark to Cerveza. Her little sister cuddled the plush as big as she was with a considerate "Thank you, Goyi."

At that moment, I sensed no less than 8 divine beings appear outside. I would have powered up to defend my family, except the strongest among them was weaker than even the Third Three. I told my kids to stay in the dining room and went outside. I blinked. "Um, hello. Welcome to my home. Why are all the Kai in this Universe here on Earth?"

The East Kai walked up to me. "We all have come to pay our respects to Lady Beerus and yourself for your new arrivals." There was an undeniable worshipful fear to his whole bearing.

I rolled my eyes. "East Kai, come on. You've known me for years. You really think I'd vaporize you for crashing my family's breakfast?"

"Never hurts to be cautious," the cricket man shot back, though he did get a small grin.

I turned to the other Kai. "Feel free to join us for our morning meal. Beerus won't wake up until lunch, so save the ass-kissing and boot-licking until then. And if any of you even look at my kids or mates wrong, you're getting a halo above your head."

Kibito, the Supreme Kai's assistant, seemed offended. Old Kai was amused, but then he liked me after I freed him from the sword. The North, West, South, and King Kai just nodded respectfully and said "Yes, Lord Goku."

Lord Goku. Huh. What had I turned myself into in my quest for power? That would be bothering me all day.

Chi-Chi made extra for our guests, and the 7 Gods of Creation and Kibito were introduced to some of the best food on Earth, which according to Beerus and Whis was easily in the top 5 for the whole of Universe 7. They didn't seem able to decide whether to coo over the Super Six or genuflect. And they were only slightly less worshipful of my mortal children or Piccolo.

I greeted Frieza and Kuriza when they arrived, made introductions between them and the Kai, and then gave the Kai a tour of the Mansion. At lunchtime, which Chi-Chi turned into a feast of Beerus' favorites, we woke her up with the catnip jelly trick.

Beerus grinned and leaned up for a kiss after she'd finished waking up and savoring her treat. "Morning, tomcat," she purred.

"It's afternoon, actually. Little thing. All the Kai came to visit the babies."

She rolled her eyes. "You'd think they'd have better things to do."

We dressed her in casual clothes, she ran a paw through my blue mane with ideas in her eyes, and we made our way downstairs. We were just about to enter the dining room when, for the second time today, divine presences suddenly appeared on my radar. One was easily in the freaking sextillions in terms of PL. The other… was infinity crammed into a 50 lb package. I think I had a heart attack.

Exchanging panicked glances, Beerus and I rushed to our mates and children. The kids, including the Super Six, were frozen like deer in headlights. Piccolo was almost white. A trembling Chi-Chi was in an equally shaky Bulma's arms. Frieza and Kuriza were curled into balls on the floor. And the Kai were sweating buckets and possibly pissing themselves.

Whis alone seemed at ease. "My, my. When I reported the birth to my father, I hardly expected this response."

"Whis, Lord Zen-Oh itself is outside my fucking house. This is not the time to test me. I will kick your ass at Kaio-ken x100," Beerus snarled, tail lashing.

I grabbed and massaged her shoulders. "Everyone remain calm. So long as we don't annoy or insult it, it's harmless. For all its power and age, it's basically an autistic child. If we make it like us, it'll think twice before erasing us all."

Flute raised a hand. "Would it help if I showed it my picture?" He asked, hiding his terror only partially.

I put on a reassuring smile and nodded. "I'm sure it will, Flute."

The adults and Kai made for the front door and out onto the lawn. We got to attach bodies to the staggering ki signatures we'd sensed.

The Grand Priest was maybe 5'2, with a baby face and slicked back hair, wearing robes even more elaborate than Whis'. Zen-Oh was tiny, maybe as tall as Jockstrap, with a blue and purple face and pink, gold, and white robes. Both wore smiles that didn't reach their ancient eyes. The Kai immediately began to kowtow, not that either of the two strongest beings in the Multiverse paid attention.

"Greetings. Thank you for coming out to meet us," the Grand Priest, or as I'd nicknamed him the Supreme Angel, said genially.

Whis waved. "What a pleasant surprise, Father. I haven't seen you in eons."

"Well, when Lord Zen-Oh heard the news you relayed to me, it felt the need to come see for itself," the Angel said to his son.

"Hi," Zen-Oh said, in a voice like a child on helium. I could practically feel ripples in space-time in the wake of its sheer presence.

I found my balls and walked forward to meet them. "Welcome to Earth. I'm Son Goku, Beerus' husband and the father of the babies. It's an honor to have you here." I held out my hand to shake. The Lord of All eyed my hand for a minute but deigned to take it. I carefully did not lift it like clueless Goku had.

Zen-Oh smiled, but it was mechanical. Like it knew it should but didn't understand the emotion behind the gesture. "You didn't do anything wrong, right? But you're the first to have a baby with a God of Destruction, right? So I came to see for myself. That's okay, right?"

There was something disturbing about its verbal tic. "Sure. They're just inside. You can even join us for lunch."

"Lord Zen-Oh doesn't eat," the Grand Priest said, not unkindly.

"Well, have you ever tried?"

Zen-Oh tilted its head. "No."

"Well, if you were going to, my other wife Chi-Chi makes the best food in the galaxy." I waved my hand and led it and its bodyguard towards the Mansion.

Zen-Oh stopped when we reached Beerus and looked up at her. "You're happy, right? I like you happy," it said simply. Beerus, sweating buckets, nodded to acknowledge her creator's words. Then Zen-Oh continued its tiny strides after me towards the dining room where the kids were waiting.

Zen-Oh started off by looking at the Super Six, lined up obediently before him, and saying "They're cute, right?" Then it patted each of them on the head before hopping into my usual seat at the head of the table. I made no objection. We ate a tense, very quiet lunch as Zen-Oh was fascinated by its hamburger and curly fries and milkshake. Flute broke the ice by offering the God of Gods his drawing. Zen-Oh started at it before grinning genuinely for possibly the first time ever. "I like it. I can keep it, right?" Flute nodded of course, and after that the tension abated.

After lunch, Zen-Oh got along with my kids like a house on fire. It spent hours talking to and playing with all of them. The Grand Priest watched with bemused fascination as his charge played hide-and-seek with my brood, giggling all the while. I sidled up next to the man whose PL I hoped to eclipse one day. "Spending millions of years alone with just you was bad for it. Why didn't it make friends or even more servants?"

The Grand Priest sighed. "I know it better than anyone living or dead today. Yet I cannot pretend to understand its mind, why it does what it does. I simply follow my duty. But I will say that this is the happiest I have ever seen my Lord. Mayhaps you and your family will be good for it, which is good for the Multiverse."

"Tell it it has blanket access. Visit anytime, night or day. We're happy to have it."

The divine guests ended up staying for dinner, and the kids almost talked Zen-Oh into a sleepover. But the Grand Priest insisted they return to their palace in its own pocket dimension. Zen-Oh clutched its picture as it grabbed into the Grand Priest's leg. Then they vanished in a flash of light. The other Kai all let out a sigh of relief and left for their own respective planets.

"That was actually rather pleasant," Bulma mused.

"That poor dear. I just wanted to wrap it in a blanket and feed it cookies," Chi-Chi told us.

"Don't forget that poor dear could rip us into quarks with a stray thought," Piccolo cautioned.

Beerus wiped her brow. "We're still alive, that's what counts."

I wrapped them all in a hug. "What do you say we get the kids clean, tuck them in, and have thank-Gods-we-survived sex until my cock falls off?"

The kids were asleep by 9:00. We didn't pass out until 3:00.