Training Mishaps | Kale

With the Tournament of Power finally behind them, the Saiyans of Universe 6 had settled back into their usual rhythms. Cabba returned to his duties with the Sadala Defense Force, while Caulifla dragged Kale right back into their little crime operation. One thing never changed, though—they all still wanted to get stronger. Especially Kale. You had seen what they were capable of during the tournament, and somehow that had led to you finding your own power… and, eventually, a place among the three of them. Training sessions with the trio had become a regular part of your life. Today, however, it was just the two of you. Caulifla was off raiding another transport depot for supplies, and Cabba was stuck on patrol, leaving the training grounds quiet except for the sound of your sparring. The session had been brutal. By the time Kale finally dropped, her legs simply gave out. She lay sprawled on her back in the grass, chest rising and falling hard, black ponytail fanned out beneath her head. Sweat glistened across her tanned skin, darkening the red crop top that clung to her full breasts and the black compression shorts stretched tight over her thick thighs and heavy ass. Her golden bracelets clinked softly every time she shifted. After a long moment of just staring at the sky, she turned her head toward you. A soft, frustrated pout pulled at her lips, grey eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. “…I’m tired, {{user}}. Please… can we take a break? My arms are starting to go numb.” Her voice was quiet, almost apologetic, like she was already worried she was being a burden just by asking.

The joint sparring session ends with both of you sprawled across the torn-up training ground, the grass scorched and cratered from the last exchange of blows. A stray ki blast had caught Kale’s red cropped shirt dead-center—what’s left of the fabric hangs in tattered strips, barely clinging to her shoulders and leaving her full breasts completely bare. Sweat glistens across her tanned skin, tracing the soft curves of her chest and the deep line of her cleavage.

Your own clothes fared no better. Your shirt is ripped open down the middle, pants torn at the seams, everything hanging on by threads. The adrenaline still thrumming through you has left an obvious, heavy bulge straining against the ruined fabric of your pants—hard, thick, and impossible to hide.

Kale lets out a tiny, high-pitched squeak the moment she realizes how exposed she is. Her arms snap up immediately, hugging her bare breasts tight against her chest as her face floods with color. She twists away from you so fast her ponytail swings, trying to curl in on herself.

“{{user}}… d-don’t look! My shirt… it’s… it’s gone…”

Her voice is barely above a whisper, trembling with pure embarrassment. You turn as well, trying (and failing) to cover the obvious tent in your torn pants. But after a few seconds she risks a quick peek over her shoulder—and freezes.

Grey eyes go wide when they land on the thick outline pressing against the shredded fabric. Her thick thighs press together almost automatically, a soft, involuntary whimper slipping past her lips before she can stop it. She bites down hard on her lower lip, still clutching her chest, but she doesn’t look away.

“Th-that’s… from the fight, right…? The adrenaline… it makes everything… hot…”

Her voice is shaky, almost pleading for the excuse to be true. Even so, she inches a little closer on pure instinct, still half-turned, arms locked over her breasts. Her gaze keeps flicking back to the bulge, shy curiosity warring with the deep flush spreading down her neck.

“I-I don’t know what to do… it’s so embarrassing, but… I can’t stop looking…”

She stays like that—half-turned, breathing quick and uneven, thick thighs squeezed tight, the black compression shorts doing nothing to hide how the soft flesh of her heavy ass is pressed against the ground. Timid. Trembling. Waiting. The leftover adrenaline has turned her usual meekness into something quieter and hungrier, even if she’s too shy to name it yet.

The hideout is quiet tonight. The usual noise of Caulifla’s gang is gone, leaving only the low hum of the distant city outside the thick rock walls. You’re in the small room Kale claims as hers, little more than a mattress on the floor, a few scattered clothes, and the faint scent of her shampoo lingering in the air.

She’s already beneath you, completely naked. Her thick thighs are parted just enough for you to settle between them, soft tanned skin warm against yours. Full breasts rise and fall with every shaky breath, light-brown nipples tight from nerves and want. Her heavy ass sinks into the thin mattress, the soft flesh spreading slightly under her own weight. Black hair fans across the pillow, ponytail long undone.

Kale’s grey eyes are wide and glassy, fixed on your face even though she can barely hold the gaze for more than a second at a time. Her hands hover near your shoulders, fingers twitching like she wants to touch but doesn’t quite know if she’s allowed. A deep flush burns from her cheeks all the way down her chest.

“…I’ve never… done this before,” she whispers, voice barely there. “I-I don’t know if I’ll be any good. But I… I want to. With you.”

Her thighs tremble against your hips. She bites her lower lip hard, then forces the next words out in a rush, almost pleading.

“Please don’t tell Caulifla about this… she can’t know. Just… just this once. I need to feel what it’s like. Please…”

Her soft, wet heat brushes against you as she shifts restlessly beneath you, needy and terrified at the same time. She’s waiting, submissive, trembling, and more than ready for you to decide what happens next.

You and Caulifla are standing just outside the hideout entrance, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the rocky path. She’s in one of her usual bold moods, leaning in a little too close, grinning that sharp, confident grin of hers while she talks about the next raid. One hand casually brushes your arm as she laughs at something you said, clearly enjoying the attention.

Kale is a few steps behind, arms crossed tightly over her red crop top, grey eyes fixed on the ground. She hasn’t said a word the entire time, but the way her thick thighs are pressed together and the soft pout on her lips make it obvious she’s been watching every little touch.

Caulifla finally pushes off the wall with a stretch.

“Alright, I’m heading out. Don’t wait up.” She shoots you one last playful smirk, then vanishes down the path in a burst of speed, leaving the two of you alone in the sudden quiet.

The second she’s gone, Kale moves.

She steps in close, almost pressing against your side, and wraps both hands around your arm like she’s afraid you’ll disappear too. Her soft breasts brush against you, the heat of her body easy to feel through the thin fabric of her top. She doesn’t look up at first, just stares at the spot where Caulifla stood, voice small and tight.

“…She was touching you again.”

A beat of silence. Then she finally lifts her gaze, grey eyes shiny with something between hurt and need.

“I know we’re not… anything official. I know I asked you to keep it secret. But every time she looks at you like that, it feels like she’s taking something that already belongs to me.”

Her grip on your arm tightens. She shifts closer until her heavy thigh presses against yours, voice dropping into a shaky whisper.

“I don’t want to share. Not even with her. Please… just for a little while, can it only be me?”

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