Ripples Across the Multiverse
The multiverse does not forget violence done with purpose.
Worlds Broko had touched liberated, shattered, corrected still continued to move, but changed. Power vacuums formed. Myths spread. Systems failed where they once ruled quietly. And somewhere beyond any single universe, the watchers finally compared notes.
They called themselves The Concord of Rebirth.
Not a government.
Not a cult.
An investment circle.
The Concord's Council
They met in a neutral construct a guilded reality stitched together from safe constants and obedient physics.
Every member arrived cloaked in prestige: reincarnated magnates, system-empowered sovereigns, reality brokers who had never bled for their power..
Holographic projections displayed Broko's record.
Cinematic worlds purged of false kings
God-tier reincarnator executed
Empires destabilized without claiming rule
Growth achieved without systems, worship, or shortcuts.
A hush followed.
..
"Organic scaling," one murmured greedily.
"No patron," said another. "No leash."
"A free resource to be claimed ," concluded a third.
They debated ownership.
One proposed assassination. Another enslavement. A third—more cautious—suggested a lure: a universe engineered to suppress Saiyan traits, dampen ki, isolate allies.
A golden cage.
"He hunts reincarnators," said the Chairman . "So we let him believe he's hunting one of us."
They voted.
Unanimous.
The trap was set.
They did not ask who he was.
Only what he was worth.
....
...
The Quiet Return
.
Broko felt none of it as he returned.
He crossed universes slowly this time, letting the strain settle into muscle and bone. His aura was calm, dense and controlled.
The violent excess of his last battle had refined into something colder and more precise.
When he arrived at the edge of the base, Nina was waiting.
Not in armor.
Not in battle readiness.
Just… there, as beautiful women .
They sat together beneath the artificial sky they'd built long ago, shoulders touching, silence shared. For once, there was no urgency.
Nina studied him for a long moment.
"You came back heavier," she said softly.
Broko glanced at her. "Stronger." he said smiling.
She smiled faintly. "yeah, That too."
....
Nina's hand found his.
Steady.
Certain.
"There's something you need to know," she said.
Broko turned fully toward her. He sensed no danger. No threat. Just… weight. A different kind.
She took a breath.
"I found out after you left," Nina continued. "I wasn't sure when to tell you. Or how."
Her free hand rested against her abdomen—subtle, instinctive.
Broko froze..
Time did something strange.
"Tell me," he said quietly.
Nina met his eyes, and for once, the feral edge was gone.
"You're not building this alone anymore," she said.
"We're having a child."
The universe did not explode.
Broko did not roar.
He simply sat there, utterly shocked, processing a future he had never allowed himself to imagine....
Nina giggled at his facial expression...
A long moment passed.
Then he exhaled.
Slowly.
Carefully.
"Then," he said at last, voice low and certain, "everything I do from now on matters more."
Nina leaned into him, tails coiling around each other.
....
Outside their quiet, a council plotted chains.
Inside it, something far stronger had just been born...
End of Chapter Fifteen