Invincible/DBZ one-Shot (Trunks/Anissa) (Patreon)

THERE'S NO HARRY IN THIS FIC.

I know this won't be everyone's cup of tea, since its not HP related at all, but I just got caught up on Invincible the other day. Show is kinda mid but I enjoy the setting, and when Anissa showed up that last episode I knew I had to do something with her.

This is a DBZ/Invincible crossover. If at least some people like it, I'll do another chapter to include Eve and Kate, or if you just want Harry with those two maybe I can come up with something like that.

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The launch bay was always a point of constant activity. The Saiyan-Tuffle empire was an active one, after all, and there were dozens upon dozens of attack pods being sent out into the galaxy every single day.

The technicians at the controls were on especially high alert today. King Vegeta was stalking through the launch bay, zeroing in on a specific pod.

This particular pod was being worked on by no less than three technicians. A blonde tuffle male was kneeling in front of the open hatch, tapping away at a table that was plugged into a port inside of the pod. A short, balding saiyan was using a gun to refastening ribbets on the side while a half-breed worked on some wiring.

All three of them ceased their work upon their king's approach, standing at attention and saluting Vegeta the Fourth.

“Sir!”

They squirmed under Vegeta's cold, humorless gaze. These men were not warriors, warriors would return their king's look unflinchingly, no matter how terrifying it was.

But they did not need to be warriors, Vegeta reminded himself. Their empire had flourished because the saiyans had made that realization, they'd killed Frieza and taken over his empire because they'd seen the value in the Tuffle's intelligence.

“I take it everything is in order?” He asked gruffly.

“Of course, my king.” The tuffle responded quickly, “We are doing some last second tune-ups, but this attack pod is in prime condition.”

“It better be. It will be carrying my heir. I do not need to tell you how important it is that the prince not be inconvenienced.”

“O-Of course, sir!”

Vegeta gave them one last, hard look before nodding curtly. He spun around, his crimson cape fluttering dramatically as he stormed off, leaving a hangar of relieved mechanics in his wake.

Vegeta did not stop as he made the short walk up to his grand palace, but he did observe his dominion with pride. High above in the sky, bursts of thunder clapped as saiyans sparred, their fists a force of nature whenever they clashed.

Down on the ground, Tuffles and Saiyans traversed the rich streets of the capital. The rapid advancement of technology was truly mind-boggling, as both races zoomed around in futuristic motorbikes and carried highly advanced tablets and scouters.

What caught the King's eye the most, though, were the little ones. They were here and there, but they were a constant sight, little children with blonde or blue or red or purple hair, all with saiyan blood running through their veins, evidenced by the tails that swished freely behind them.

The peace between the two inhabitants of planet Vegeta had been tentative to start. The tuffles saw the saiyans as savages, and the saiyans saw the tuffles as nothing more than vermin, weaklings to be crushed underfoot. Even after they'd realize they could unite their strength and technology to fight off the threat of the Planetary Trade Organization, tensions had been high.

Finally killing the Cold family had helped mend things. Vegeta wedding the most brilliant scientist the tuffles had ever produced had progressed things even further along.

When the prince had been born, and his immense potential was discovered… that had been the true turning point.

Half-breeds were powerful. Their potential was enormous, and the intellect they inherited from their tuffle parent did not hurt things either.

Now, any saiyan worth their salt wanted to bed a tuffle female, though like Vegeta, most still kept the company of saiyan females as well, especially when out on campaign.

There were some things that only a fellow warrior could understand, after all.

The king was driven from his thoughts as he entered his castle. There, standing in front of the throne, were his wife and son.

“Bulma, Trunks.” King Vegeta called out to them.

The blunette woman, who had been adjusting her son's royal armor, looked over and smiled at her husband.

“Vegeta. Finally decided to pay your wife and son a visit.”

The saiyan grumbled as he glared at the woman, who laughed in his face in the most disrespectful of manners.

For being a tuffle, his woman had quite the fiery, contentious personality. Vegeta could admit that he liked it very much.

“i have only been gone for a week, woman.”

“You returned yesterday, and yet, my bed was not warmed.”

His eyes narrowed as Bulma smirked. She would be begging him for mercy later, when he punished her for her insolence.

“Mother, father, can you wait until I have left the planet?”

His son Trunks was tall, taller than him by half a foot at least. His silky hair was a light lavender, and he looked every part the prince with his handsome features that married saiyan masculinity with tuffle elegance.

“Oh, Trunks, I am going to miss you so!” Bulma pulled her son into a tight hug as Vegeta stood in front of them, arms crossed as he sized up his heir.

“Are you ready, boy?”

Trunks nodded, “Yes father. I have taken three scouters and two changes of armor.”

“He's also got my newest prototype.” Bulma added while winking at her son.

“Oh?”

Trunks glared at his mother as he dug his hand under his armor, producing a tiny metal stud with a shining blue sapphire attached.

Vegeta watched with raised brow as Trunks placed the piercing on his right nostril.

“And what exactly does that do?”

“It makes it so that he can breathe in the vacuum of space.” Bulma explained, taking in her husband's shocked expression with glee. “You would have found out about it if you had come to see me sooner.”

Vegeta growled as he closed the distance, grabbing his wife by the neck and pinning her against a wall. “Do not test me, woman.”

Bulma purred as she latched onto his muscular arm.

Trunks shook his head. “It is time for me to leave.”

…

The king and queen stood proud as their son settled into his attack pod. Behind them, a crowd had gathered to see the prince off on this momentous day.

Their goodbyes had been short. Bulma had already said what she'd needed to say in the palace, and Vegeta had simply told his son that he expected him to execute his mission, and to execute it well.

Trunks gave his father a final nod of acknowledgement as he tapped buttons and flipped switches. The door of his attack ball hissed as it slowly descended over him, sealing shut as the stasis gas rushed into the pod.

Trunks heard the launch sequence, and he felt the thrust as his pod rose up into the air and shot off into the inky blackness of space, leaving his home planet behind in mere seconds.

Trunks felt sleep begin to claim him. The stars in the distance began to blur, and the saiyan prince let himself drift off, his mission at the forefront of his mind.

…

The Saiyan-Tuffle empire had taken the reins of the Cold empire and quickly ran with them. The inefficient and despotic system King Cold and his sons had set up was discarded. The tuffles had revamped the administration of their army and the governance of their constituent planets. Their technology had boosted the saiyans' strength.

Through genetic experimentation, the saiyans had unlocked the oozaru transformation, allowing them to transform without the need for the full moon and also helping them keep their reasoning while transformed. They lost the weakness of their tail, and through tuffle innovations in training technology, their strength continued to grow until no one in the galaxy could match them.

After a period of adjustment, the new empire had steamrolled the galaxy. In the sixteen years since prince Trunks’ birth, they had gone from a tenuous rule over thirty percent of the galaxy to being on the verge of conquering it entirely.

While the tuffles were much more reasonable than their saiyan counterparts, their intellect did not preclude them from being greedy, covetous and cruel. And, as the two species interbred and slowly converged into one, the divisions between the two began to fade. Saiyan bloodlust was only boosted by tuffle imagination, the tuffle drive for progress was only fed by the saiyan's need for conquest and violence.

Wich meant that, no matter the size of their dominion, they would not be satisfied.

This all led to two momentous projects, long term goals that the nascent empire had been working towards.

The first was the conquest of the Namekians. Planet Namek was a distant planet in an unconquered quadrant of the galaxy. Even so, the legend of their magical, wish granting orbs had eventually reached the empire. Vegeta and Bulma had both salivated at the thought of wielding such power, and they were preparing a mass invasion of the planet in order to secure such a precious resource.

The second project involved their greatest expansion yet, and Trunks was spearheading it. They were going to branch out outside of their home galaxy. The vast interstellar distances meant that even the most well-traveled of merchants knew little to nothing of nearby galaxies, but that did nothing to deter the empire.

With the newer, faster attack pods, it would take Trunks six months to reach the galaxy that they had dubbed ‘Paragus Prime’. Once there, he would begin conquering, but he would also gather information and try to understand the dynamics of this new territory.

It was a task that needed both saiyan might and tuffle brains, and Trunks had jumped at the chance.

It had taken a lot of effort to convince his mother to accept the idea, after all, it would be years before the second wave of scouts would be sent out. Trunks was effectively being sent out into the vast unknown, by himself with no backup.

That was exactly why the prince took the assignment, and he knew his father had been proud. It would have been easy for Trunks to insert himself into the Namekian expedition, a campaign that promised glory and had a low chance of failure.

But no, Trunks needed to prove his might as a saiyan. He would take on this task, and if he managed to carve out an independent dominion for himself in the process, then all the better.

…

Varus was the seventh planet in a system of ten. It was far too distant from its star for it to support life. It should have been a hollow, icy world.

And yet, the planet was lush, verdant and full of life. Its population, numbering in the billions, was peaceful and prosperous. The intergalactic community would deem the planet a backwater, all because their technology had not reached the point where space travel was a possibility, but the varians did not know nor did they care. They enjoyed a tranquil existence, perhaps the closest thing the universe had to a utopia.

Unfortunately for them, their planet was also rich in resources, and while they had slid under the radar thanks to being on the far edges of the galaxy, their luck would not last them forever.

For the highly religious varians, the sacred mount was the most sacrosanct place on their entire planet. It was where they made their yearly sacrifices to the gods, and it was where their great kings were laid to rest.

On this day, the gorgeous green and purple fields did not inspire serene contemplation, instead they held a sense of foreboding.

The current king, along with the hundreds of leading men and women of their society, found themselves cowering in fear as the figure hovered above them, her form bathed in the light of their sun.

She looked so similar to them. Her skin may not be blue, and she had two eyes instead of six, but outside of those and a few other minute differences, they were not that much different.

And yet, there could not be a vaster gulf between them.

“My patience wears thin. Have you reached a decision?”

Her voice was cold and unbending. Just the sound of it sent chills of terrors down the spines of those gathered atop that hill.

The woman with the short, dark hair had her arms crossed, her lips a thin line as her stony blue eyes bore holes into the whimpering king.

The king was paralized by fear, and yet he found the courage to struggle to his feet and hold himself with as much dignity as he could muster.

“We cannot accept your terms! Our people were born free, and to accept the shackles of a conqueror, to let our sacred lands fall into the hands of others would be an unpardonable sin. We will resist you, even under the threat of death, bec-”

The others screamed as blood splattered on their faces, a gusher of it spraying down onto the ground below. They looked on in pure terror as their king's blood soaked into the land they held so sacred. The woman's fist had punched through his head in an instant, sending bits and pieces of brain and skull flying all around.

“Let me ask that again.” She pulled her arm back from the corpse, letting it crumple to the floor as she swiped her arm to clean most of the blood from her white suit. She glanced over at the closest varian, who happened to be the queen.

“Have you come to a decision?”

The queen grit her teeth as tears streamed down her face, she choked down the bile that threatened to rise up her throat as she glared defiantly up at the woman. “We will resist you! We will not give in! You can try to crush our spirits-”

“I will crush your spirits.” She stared coldly. “Much quicker than you imagine.”

She was a blur of movement. One moment, she stood over the king's corpse, the next, she was above them in the air again, holding a struggling queen upside down by her foot.

“No!” The varians shouted in unison.

“You creatures need to understand how futile your resistance is. Your options are life or death, nothing more.” She raised her free hand up in the air, and as they looked in helpless terror, she swung it down, slicing through the queen like a hot knife through butter.

they screamed and shouted, feeling true despair as the woman's hand stopped halfway down the queen's body, just below her heart.

She let go of her foot and the queen crashed down to the floor, breaking her collarbone as she lay there, alive but in agony as her organs began to slip out of her body.

No one dared crawl and try to console their queen as the woman floated closer towards them. “Final chance. What is your decision?”

Before anyone could answer, the ground began to shake.

To the hopeful varians, this was the work of their gods, ready to avenge their king and queen and vanquish this vile woman.

Anissa knew better. She turned her gaze skyward, just in time to see what to the naked eye appeared to be a meteor streaking down into the distance.

Without a word to the varians, she blasted off in the direction of to intercept the incoming object.

…

Trunks had been awoken mere hours before his arrival onto this strange planet, enough time for him to shake off the cobwebs in his brain.

This planet had been the closest world that the tuffle scientists could confirm was habitable, it was on the outer edge of this new galaxy. Though the circular glass window of his attack pod, Trunks could see that the earth below was fertile, at the very least enough for him to find a meal.

His pod crashed down onto the earth, causing a massive explosion and digging a deep crater into the ground. From the inside, Trunks barely felt a budge.

He pressed the button and the latch hissed open. He grabbed onto the outside of the pod for leverage, uncaring of the infernal heat that would have melted a weaker being's hand down to the bone in an instant.

Trunks hoisted himself out of the pod, floating upward and away from the extreme heat inside of the crater. He rose out onto stable ground, taking a deep breath as his lungs filled with fresh air for the first time in months.

He moved his limbs about, his joints cracking as they began to warm up. His tail unfurled from his waist, curling in on itself as it too let out a satisfying crack.

He had a scouter inside of his chest armor. He only needed to grab it and begin scouring the planet. He doubted there were any powerful beings in this idyllic little world, a worthy warm up fo-

“What strange armor you are wearing. You are clearly not from here.”

Trunks turned around calmly, comporting himself with the poise of a true bred saiyan prince.

In front of him stood a beautiful woman wearing a skintight white suit with a loin cloth around the waist. For a moment, he thought he was gazing upon a saiyan female. She had the musculature, and she carried the ruthless posture of a seasoned warrior. Yet, she had no tail, and she was much taller than saiyan women tended to be.

Her skin was a sun-kissed brown and her eyes a dark blue. Her features were angular, yet still retained some feminine softness.

“Do you not posses the power of speech?”

“My apologies. My name is Trunks, I am the prince of a far off empire, and I have arrived here to conquer this planet. Who might you be?”

The woman's eye twitched as she uncrossed her arms, “Conquer? This planet has been claimed by the Viltrumite Empire.”

“An empire? I see, that is good to know.” Trunks was very pleased. He had been here mere moments, and he was already gathering information.

The woman began to walk towards him. “Such information is useless for a man who is about to die.”

“Die? And how do you figure that will happen?”

By the time Trunks felt the punch rock his jaw, he had already been sent flying, careening off at supersonic speeds into the side of a mountain.

“Such arrogance.” Anissa flexed her wrist as the dust began to settle from the indentation the boy's body had left.

“I would like to thank you for that.”

Trunks emerged from the crater, none the worse for wear outside of a slight bruise on his jaw. “I feel limber now, much better.”

Anissa frowned as she flashed out of existence, leaving behind a sonic book as she charged towards the man, fist cocked back.

She swung when she reached him but Trunks dodged this time, and when she tried to kick him in the midsection, the half-saiyan caught her leg and used her momentum to swing her away.

Anissa spread her limbs out, instantly killing all momentum as she hovered above him.

“I see, you require a firmer hand.”

Trunks settled into a fighting stance, adrenaline coursing through his body as his bloodlust flared up. He turned his palm upward and beckoned her forth.

…

The earth itself began to tremble violently as they saw clashes of light go off in the distance.

“Hurry, we must bury them so that the wrath of Cothor does not befall us all.”

They were working together, their nails clawing at the pristine earth as they desperately dug a hole for the bodies of their king and queen.

Their queen was still alive, a gurgling mess on the ground as her broken form slowly faded away. They could not kill her, for it would be a sin. She would need to be buried alive. The only consolation was the fact that she would not suffer for much longer.

The gods were taking care of that vile woman, and as the varian nobility dug their shoddy grave, they couldn't help but glance up and watch the clashing thunderclaps high up in the sky, living proof of the might of their deities.

“They're drawing nearer!”

…

Trunks kicked Anissa in the mid-section, sending her flying straight towards the sacred mount.

The woman groaned in pain as she crashed onto the ground, her body digging a deep trench as it was dragged across the hillside. She could hear the whimpering weaklings in the background, bunched up in one spot.

Her body barelled through them, and their screams of terror and pain rose up into the sky as her body turned them into a fine mist.

Anissa reached out and grabbed one who had managed to dodge by scruff of the neck. Her fingers dug into her skin as she threw the woman at her opponent.

With a swipe of his hand, Trunks sliced the incoming woman's body in half. He flew through her before the blood even had time to begin falling, and with a burst of speed, he caught up to Anissa and delivered a punch to her jaw.

The shockwave from the punch obliterated the sacred mount, and those varians that had managed to survive to this point found themselves plummeting to their deaths as the mountain below them shattered.

Anissa spit blood out of her mouth as she took the momentum of the punch and spun around, lunging at her opponent and managing a punch directly in his throat.

Trunks choked as his hands went up to his throat. He was sent flying, with Anissa in hot pursuit as she tried to press her advantage.

Trunks smirked as she drew nearer, and just when she was in range, he spun in place.

Anissa barely saw the tail as it came to swipe at her face. It caught her flush over the eye, letting out a whip-like crack as she was sent crashing down onto the ground below.

Trunks stopped himself in midair as the woman crashed through a building. There was a city below, full of skyscrapers and vehicles. Teeming with life.

Trunk floated down slowly as he coughed into the back of his hand.

She had made him bleed.

He descended onto the city, where chaos and pandemonium was already in full swing as the insignificant creatures that inhabited this planet gathered around a large crater where one of their grandest buildings had once stood.

Trunks touched down at the edge, ignoring the sounds coming from the maggot's mouths.

She rose out of the crater, scratched up and bleeding, but with her fighting spirit not diminished in the slightest. Her left eye was half shut, the skin surrounding it having turned red and raw from when his tail had struck it.

“You are quite the warrior. Anyone else would have been dead by now.” Trunks complimented the beautiful lady.

She snarled at him, fists clenching as she prepared for another charge. “I will not be so complimentary when you are dying at my feet.”

…

If an observer were to have been watching Varus from space at this time, they would be witness to a spectacle unlike any other.

The planet was shaking, it was visibly shaking and rumbling as multiple flashes of light and shockwaves displaced clouds, destroying the atmosphere little by little. The planet that had been full of greens and blues was slowly becoming mottled and bruised, becoming populated by a patchwork of reds and browns as it was systematically demolished by the battle between the saiyan and the viltrumite.

For the varians, the apocalypse had arrived, and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

Trunks grunted as Anissa managed to kick him in the stomach. He caught her foot and leaned forward, aiming a punch at her face, but she kicked him away with her free foot.

Trunks smirked as he spun in place. They'd been fighting long enough for him to have a read on her, he knew she would be rushing him, trying to punch through his chest.

Trunks held his palm out to her, and the viltrumite stopped dead in her tracks, face mere inches from his hand.

“Bang.”

A dark purple ki blast erupted suddenly from Trunks’ palm. A loud explosion followed a hiss of smoke as Anissa was sent hurtling back.

She stopped herself before she went too far. Her arms were crossed over her face, and her suit had been burned completely off up to her shoulders.

“Just wanted to show that little bit off, but don't worry. I'll keep this fight strictly punches and kicks, for your sake.” Trunks smirked arrogantly.

Anissa growled in frustration and anger. Down below, another destroyed city lay in ruins, its few survivors scampering about like cockroaches looking for shelter.

Anissa rushed him and they engaged in battle once more, but slowly, reality was beginning to dawn.

She was powerful, quite powerful indeed, but Trunks had the upper hand.

And yet, she did not relent. When Trunks wrapped his arms around her she headbutted him under the jaw and then grabbed onto his tail, spinning around like a tornado and sending him crashing to the earth below.

The impact instantly annihilated the few survivors that remained.

She flew down to press her advantage but Trunks met her halfway, landing an-earth shattering uppercut that left her dazed as she fell to the earth.

Anissa struggled to her feet as she wiped the blood from her lip.

Trunks approached, but his eyes were immediately drawn south. The woman's suit had torn again, this time along the chest, and he was presented with a tantalizing view of her large, supple breasts, her pink nipples peeking out at him.

His saiyan bloodlust shifted. Among saiyans, females would only submit to those men who could defeat them in battle. It meant that most times, sex happened after a long, drawn out struggle.

Right now, they were at the point where Trunks had clearly established his superiority.

This female wasn't a saiyan. But he was attracted to her. She was a strong warrior with a ruthless disposition. He did not know if her customs were similar to his, but he didn't care.

He flexed his muscles, pumping more power into his muscles even as his body strained in protest. She really had been quite the challenge, more than any saiyan female he'd faced.

She was settled into a defensive stance as Trunks calmly walked up to her. Ten paces away, he phased to her.

She cocked her arm back and Trunks grabbed it before she could throw a punch. He grabbed her other wrist just as she cocked it back. She kicked his inner thigh and Trunks hissed as he headbutted her hard. They both reeled from the impact, but Trunks still managed to pull her body flush against his own.

She grit her teeth, but from the way she ground her crotch against his rock hard cock, he knew she was familiar with this dance.

“What is your name?”

“Anissa.”

“I will not make it easy for you.” She spat as they remained locked together, Trunks parrying kicks with his own legs.

“I would not want it any other way.”

He saw the ghost of a smile form on her face before her expression returned to its hateful grimace, just as it should be.

Love between warriors was violent and unyielding, after all.

Trunks stomped on her foot and tripped her up, falling forward with her as his body pinned her to the ground.

He claimed her lips in a fierce kiss, shoving his tongue down her throat even as she bit down hard on him. Her hand shifted to his crotch, and while she squeezed hard, it was clear she was slowly submitting to him.

Trunks grabbed onto her ruined suit and tore at it, ripping it completely off her body. She did the same, though he would have preferred her not to tear it so dangerously close to his cock.

Soon, she was fully nude and Trunks’ muscular form was half-exposed, his torn armor hanging off of him as his raging cock sprung forth.

Her calloused hand wrapped around his shaft as Trunks pulled back from the kiss. She jerked him roughly as Trunks’ lowered his head, aiming for her breasts. She headbutted him hard, but Trunks simply returned the favor, smashing her head against the ground as he claimed his prize.

Her tits were so large, much too large for a warrior woman. They were perfect mounds of supple flesh, and Trunks savored every moment as he wrapped his lips around her nipple and began to suck hard, his hand roughly kneading her other breast.

Anissa wrapped her legs around his waist, throwing all pretense of resistance away as she ground her slick cunt against his cock. Trunks moaned as their centers mashed against each other. Anissa buried her hand in his hair, tugging painfully at his lavender locks as Trunks bit down hard on her nipple.

Their passionate embrace was interrupted when a rock struck Trunks on the back. It was insignificant, but an annoyance nonetheless.

“Y-You monsters! You foul demons!”

Trunks growled in anger as he turned his head to see one of the denizens of this planet, standing on shaky legs as he pointed an accusing finger at them.

“Do you have no heart? Do you have no conscience? How could you do something so cruel?”

Anissa grabbed the rock that the creature had thrown and flicked it with her finger.

It burst through the varian's chest, sending his body flying as a splash of blood and gore spread out around him.

Trunks smiled down at Anissa. “Where were we?”

She reached out with her other hand and grabbed his head, smashing it against her own as they joined in a searing kiss.

Trunks’ tail snaked around her lower body, and after tip brushed along her cunt and collected some of her slick juices, it began sliding in between the firm, meaty cheeks of her ass and burrowed into her rosebud.

“Fuck!” She spat in between kisses as the saiyan's tail penetrated her backdoor.

They began to float up into the air as Trunks took his savage cock in hand, lining it up with Anissa's hungry cunt. Her blue eyes glared defiantly back at him as he thrust himself home.

The impact of their hips clashing was so powerful, it sent shockwaves expanding outward onto the barren wasteland they had left behind. The two didn't care, animalistic lust fully taking over as they began to rut.

Anissa moaned as he cunt was ravaged by the thick, manly cock of her opponent. His tail was fucking her ass without mercy, filling both her holes completely.

They had fought and he had won, he had taken her like a true warrior should. Now, they were fighting a different battle.

She thrust her hips up to meet his strokes, each clash leaving a deeper indentation on the ground below. Their bodies glistened with sweat and blood as Trunks pounded her pussy to oblivion. Anissa squeezed his torso hard, hard enough that anyone else would have been cleaved in half. But he resisted, and as the last of his armor was ripped off his body, the full glory of his muscular frame was presented to her.

The more and more they fucked, the more his cock filled her needy cunt with its length, the more Anissa found herself wanting to submit.

But she would not give in that easily.

Her nails dug into the saiyan's back, providing enough of a distraction for her to manage to roll them over so that she was on top. With a burst of strength, she sent the crashing back down to the ground.

Trunks’ hands instinctively jumped to squeeze her juicy tits as Anissa rode him, driving his hard cock deeper and deeper into her pussy as she struggled to keep her composure while her cunt and intestines were both rearranged by Trunks’ appendages.

Trunks did not relent in his thrusts from the bottom, and Anissa found that this new position only made it easier for his thick shaft to pound her pussy walls into oblivion.

The planet around them was crumbling, unable to withstand the sheer force of their fucking. All life had long since perished to the violent earthquakes the two were causing, and now the bonds that kept the globe together were being stressed to their limit.

“Fuck yes!” Anissa screamed as she was fucked like never before. This was a proper, dominating rut.

With a burst of energy, Trunks kicked off the ground and threw her off of him. His tail slid out of her ass as Trunks came up behind her. Anissa threw a blind elbow that caught the saiyan in the temple and left him dazed. She slipped from his grasp for a moment before he recovered, wrapping his arms around her waist as he shoved her to the ground.

Anissa was on all fours now, forced to submit fully to the saiyan as he smacked her ass with suck strength that the nearby ground turned to dust.

“You will take my seed like the good little bitch that you are.”

Anissa loved the coarseness in his voice. He was a man who saw what he wanted and took it. He was greater than any viltrumite she had met.

She planted her hands and knees firmly on the little bit of ground that remained below them. Trunks grabbed his cock, lined it up and thrust.

“YES!”

His pelvis slapped against her ass with each frantic thrust of his cock. His cock was assaulting her now, battering down her walls until it finally breached her defenses and popped into her womb.

Anissa screamed in an earth-shattering orgasm.

Literally.

The planet itself could hold on no longer, and as the viltrumite female screamed her lungs out and creamed all over the saiyan's cock, the planet exploded outward.

Trunks thanked his mother for the ring she had given him, which meant that he could continue fucking this bitch in heat, even as the atmosphere around him vaporized and the two were left in outer space, floating in a small slab of rock.

Planet Varus, rich in resources as well as spirit, was no more.

Trunks grunted as he sheathed himself one last time in her sopping cunt, his cockhead entering Anissa's womb as his balls heaved mightily.

Anisa felt the hot jets of semen fill her womb directly, feeding her fertile valley with the seed of a powerful conqueror. She screamed in pure joy and acceptance as Trunks pulled her towards him, biting down on her neck, canines piercing her skin as his cock continued to twitch.

Anissa looked down in satisfaction as her stomach was forced to distend due to the copious amounts of sperm filling her womb.

Trunks roared in satisfaction, the great ape inside of him satiated by having defeated and then bred this powerful woman.

As the two of them wound down, Trunks pulled back from her neck, leaving behind two small puncture wounds.

“Is that your way of claiming me?”

“I have claimed you. You will carry my child now. You are my mate.”

“Mate.” Anissa shivered at those words. “That sounds wonderful.”

He held her for a while longer, cock plugging up her pussy until it finally softened to the point where it slipped out.

The two of them stood then, in the empty vacuum of space, facing each other, cloaked in their nudity.

They were bruised, scratched and beaten. Anissa's cunt was leaking dribblets of his cum, which drifted off into space as perfect little pearls. Her stomach was swollen, womb full of his powerful seed.

“My people will come. You will need to kill them all if you wish to keep what you have won.”

“I understand.” Trunks said. “The weak perish and the strong take what they wish. It is the same where I'm from.”

Anissa purred as she drifted over to him, wrapping her legs around him as she rested her head on his shoulder.

Trunks decided it would be prudent to try and find his pod. From there, they would be able to talk, and he could learn more about the lay of the land from his new mate.