Dicklomacy
Sakura moved quietly towards their residence in the senate office tower. Despite its great size, it was dwarfed by the enormous domed senate building in front of it. The city - heck, the whole planet - might as well have been named Big. It did not surprise her that over a trillion people lived on this world.
In the dead of the night, Sakura's mission required her to ensure she wasn't detected by the scant people roaming the halls, mostly overworked senatorial staff and security droids. The tall hallways gave her ample room to cling to the ceiling with her chakra and make it to Naruto's personal offices, marked by a plaque with "Ninsei" inscribed on it in the galactic Basic language. The lone bodyguard, Hinata's sister Hanabi, was nowhere to be seen. Strange, though Naruto having a guard was more of a formality. He might have given her the night off.
She quietly slipped in and took off the mask concealing her face, and prepared to warn Naruto of the plot she'd learned about through her snooping. When she saw the occupants of Naruto's bed, her face grew annoyed.
There was her husband, covered by two dozing, naked women: a Galra and a Togruta. The fact they each had a look of satisfaction, and had her husband's essence oozing out of them when she spent the last two hours putting her ninja skills to work figuring out the other senators' plots, peeved her.
Sakura clapped her hands together, and amplified the sound using Wind chakra. The three of them awoke startled by the cracking sound. The purple galra grabbed a giant, nasty looking knife from beneath the bed, looking pissed. The togruta levitated a cylinder to her hand which produced a hissing white plasma blade out its end, clearly embarrassed by her predicament. Naruto was most affected, jumping and sticking to the ceiling, worriedly scanning the room. When he spotted the unhappy Sakura, he gulped.
"I did good work figuring out the senators of Altea and Naboo were gunning for your favor, so I came to warn you once again to think with your head. Only to find you, my dear husband, wrapped around both their bodyguards," she stated flatly.
"S-Sakura wait, it's not like that," Naruto said, sweating profusely. "I did not have diplomatic relations with these women."
Sakura stared at him blankly. "Maybe I didn't make myself clear: Don't let yourself get conned by pretty faces into making deals we haven't thought over. Because of your marital situation, everyone thinks you're easy pickings. It's not like you to prove rumors like that true."
Looking less frantic, Naruto hopped down. "I wasn't lying, I swear. I told them I wouldn't agree to anything just because they seduced me. The sex just happened. The flesh is weak, but the spirit is firm," he affirmed.
Still looking skeptical, Sakura looked at the embarrassed women, who had lowered their weapons and were redressing themselves. "So, ladies, if you weren't trying to sucker him into doing favors for your senators, why did you come? ...You know what I mean."
The Togruta replied first, vehemently saying, "We didn't come to seduce him! We came to convince him to join our alliance in the Senate, or at least come hear our senators' proposal. The sex was just… I mean, he's just so very..."
"Hard to look away from," the purple Galra finished sultrily, looking at Naruto like the snack he was. "It's those darn eyes. He seduced us, I'd say. She makes it seem like it's all for politics, but my money is on Senator Allura trying to bag him for herself in the process."
"Maybe your senator is just hot under the collar, but Padmé believes in the Republic, Krolia." The Togruta was nervously playing with her lekku, her head-tails. "Jeez, this wasn't supposed to happen."
Krolia laughed heartily. "Ahsoka, I never would have expected a Jedi - excuse me, former Jedi - to be so capable in bed. Riding the senator like that and getting me off at the same time. The things those monks teach their padawans."
"I didn't learn that from the Temple! You… you…," Ahsoka began, but Sakura had had enough.
"Argue with each other later, I want to know what they sent you for. And if I don't like the answer I will toss you out."
The two glanced at each other nervously, then Ahsoka spoke.
"You've only just joined the Senate, so you wouldn't recognize how bad relations have gotten," Ahsoka began. "A member of my old religion assassinated the previous Supreme Chancellor nine years ago. The Chancellor was well-respected, even by cutthroat political rivals. He gave sound advice freely, was firm in his convictions and seemed as open of a book as a politician could be."
"But as everyone knows, that was a giant lie," Krolia interjected. "Palpatine turned out to be a Sith Lord, controlling both sides of the Clone Wars to turn the Republic into his personal dictatorship, and with a newly grown army to boot. Everything was staged to give him greater power, from harsh trade deals to assassinations of his political opposition to clone troopers with hidden mind control chips; all of it while he pretended to oppose his new status. If Skywalker hadn't outed him on a live feed…"
"Many more civilians and Jedi would've died," Ahsoka finished sadly. "Even as it stands, we lost half the Jedi to Palpatine's final order."
"That was almost a decade ago, it doesn't explain why your senators need Naruto's help now," said Sakura, pointing out the obvious.
"Palpatine's absence is why," Krolia said bitterly. "Without him running interference on his rivals, so many have risen to stir up trouble around the galaxy that the Republic doesn't have the money or the fighting force to put them all down. These junior empires invade nearby planets due to 'security concerns', and use the rebellions their invasions cause to justify occupation."
"But isn't your homeworld one of those empires? Not to presume, but I've heard that the Galra officially have dominion over twenty worlds and maybe twice that unofficially. How do we know this isn't a ploy by Altea to curry favor by weakening the Galra Empire's opposition and join them?"
"Because Emperor Zarkon killed Allura's father, and I'm part of a splinter group who opposes him in favor of democracy. We both desire nothing more or less than for your husband to strike down the emperor." Krolia's sharp, amethyst eyes held no doubt as they bore into Sakura's green ones. "They're making moves to invade the planet of Mandalore in the coming weeks. If Zarkon gets his hands on all their beskar metal, his forces will be much harder to stop going forward."
Sakura mulled over what she'd heard. It was one thing to provide aid during wartime, but another thing entirely to remove a head of state based only on their own initiative. If discovered, at minimum they would be seriously censured by the Republic, probably worse if tensions were really so high. It would make alliances - ones they needed to dissuade further attacks on their own planet - much harder to make if the senate feared their leaders could be killed at any time. The fact Mandalore was a widely disliked and aggressive planet would do them no political favors either. So strongly assisting them would contradict Naruto's earlier speech to the senate about staunchly supporting peace and non-aggression.
"I know all the reasons you shouldn't be in favor of this," Ahsoka said, recognizing Sakura's hesitance. "But a whole planet shouldn't be made to suffer for political gain."
"I'll admit it, you're winning me over," Sakura said, stifling a chuckle. "How would we go about this? I doubt they'll stop their attack just by removing one man, even their leader. And if Naruto just flies in and takes him out, well, everyone heard how he stopped a full Space Pirate invasion by himself. We'll be blamed within the hour, even if our stealth is flawless."
It was Krolia's turn to chuckle. "You don't know the Galra. Our government may be an empire, but strictly speaking there's no royal inheritance. If the current emperor is killed or incapacitated, their successor is decided through ritual combat. Any Galra with prestige scrambles to planet Feyiv to declare their right to lead; it's a bloody, messy affair and is bound to chew up resources and attention. Enough to buy the Mandalorians and Republic time to prepare, if nothing else."
"As for stealth, who needs it when we can use a basic ninja technique to confuse everyone," said Naruto slyly, having let the two aliens convince Sakura out of her irritation with him. He did a silly twirl and in a puff of smoke, he reappeared in the form of Sakura, only butt naked. "It doesn't gotta be me, I can sit pretty in the public eye while you knock his block off. Don't you wanna kick his ass yourself, babe?"
"Don't go showing off my body like that, jerk," she said, wishing she wasn't blushing. "A fight would be a pleasant change of pace, I've had my nose to the grindstone for months."
Naruto hugged around her waist from behind, causing her blush to deepen. "And you always said you weren't cut out for black ops. Make sure that beatdown is recorded for Natsu and me, I'm usually on the other end of those hits!"
Six Months Earlier
Samus awoke with a start. She was connected to various devices that recorded her vital signs, and further inspection confirmed the obvious: it was a dimly lit hospital. Tearing off the equipment attached to her, she slipped out of bed and nearly face planted. Laying down so long must have caused slight atrophy in her muscles. Walking felt different, and her body somehow felt more firm or sturdy, humming with some inexplicable heat. It caused her head to swirl.
She stood and made to sneak out the room, but was caught as a pink haired woman of average height entered the door abruptly. Wearing a white robe atop a slim red dress, she was of the Terran-type species that existed throughout the galaxy, a strangely common form evolution brought about: smooth skinned, bipedal vertebrates with roughly two sexes. The two stared at each other surprisedly. Still in a bit of a daze, Samus raised her fists in a fighting pose, unsure as she was of the woman's intentions.
The woman raised her hands in a non threatening way. "Mean… no harm," she said in a stilted, very accented attempt at the galactic Basic language. "Sleep… six days… wait."
Leaving the door open, the woman stepped out and Samus could hear muffled speech down the hall that the woman walked. Samus checked the holographic datapad with the tap of her wrist. It had indeed been almost a standard week since she'd landed on this world, and about the same amount of local time had passed as well. Their day-night cycle here was equivalent to Coruscant's.
She clasped her hands together, and tried to remember what all had happened before her slumber. A Pirate invasion foiled, being fried by electricity, and that enigmatic ape-turned-man. Yes, that spikey haired blonde entered her mind and said he was going to save her with some special power. It was most certainly what the Space Pirates had come for. She felt different but couldn't pinpoint the source. Was it because of that energy?
"Why didn't you tell me she spoke our language?!" yelled a voice outside. Despite the foreign words on her ears, Samus understood them with ease. 'How strange,' she thought. Forcefully implanting a language took weeks at a minimum, not including the bed rest that followed. There shouldn't have been enough time for this familiarity had she even undergone such a procedure.
Hurried footsteps signaled the woman's return, who apologetically bowed upon reentering. "Sorry about that, my husband has a strange sense of humor."
Samus merely gave a slight nod. A brief silence fell, causing the doctor to fret awkwardly with her hands.
"Alright, I don't know how to break the ice here. I've only met one alien before, and she was trying to kill me and my friends. Er, welcome?" she offered hopefully.
"...Thank you," came Samus' clipped tone. She was usually a little more personable when not working. But the sudden unconsciousness made her still feel like she was on a mission yet to be completed. It was difficult to take the soldier out of the woman.
"I'm Dr. Uzumaki, and I've taken care of you this past week as your body adapted to my husband's handiwork," she said, ignoring the phrasing. "You took a nasty shock, so I'm glad to see there was no lasting nerve damage. He is the best when it comes to exchanging chakra and rapid healing, though to be frank, this wasn't merely healing. It's unprecedented, in modern times at least!"
The woman's excitement confused Samus. "What do you mean?"
"His chakra. The power he used to save you, remember?"
Nodding, Samus said, "But you said he's a professional. How can my case be so different if he has such remarkable skill?"
"Ah, but you were quite different when you landed. Unlike every other creature in our world, you had no chakra when you landed," she said, eyeing her in fascination. "Our bodies naturally produce this mystical life energy, and without it we die. So to us, the idea of someone without chakra still being alive is strange, otherworldly even!"
Considering her perspective, Samus said, "I see."
Seeming to gather steam, she continued, "But now, you're much closer to what we understand." She sat at a nearby computer terminal and brought up various charts and bodily scans. Samus couldn't yet read the language, though she assumed they were scans of her. Many lines were crisscrossing her body in the scan, and emanated a strange glow on the screen. "Like us, your body's cells are now fusing their energy with that of your spirit, producing what we call chakra. After three tough days, your chakra circulation system and Eight Gates were fully developed, spreading the energy throughout your body appropriately and has adapted to make this as natural a body function as you could want. But, if you don't mind my asking..."
"Yes?"
"I hope it's not impertinence or ignorance on my part, but having briefly reviewed the publicly available information of your… species' biological makeup, I found you to have already been irregular compared to an average woman of your kind," the doctor said, nervously scanning what looked like notes on the screen. "Were you subject to genetic modification in the past?"
"..."
Samus didn't answer, feeling herself clam up. This was partly why she kept her personal information a secret, it made her feel very exposed. After the near successful genocide of her homeworld, she'd been adopted by the bird-like Chozo species. They'd implanted some of their own DNA into her to aid her future endeavors, pushing her physical abilities well past the norm for Terran-type species. In boot camp, someone had learned of this and cruelly teased her about laying eggs and defecating on vehicles when she was fourteen.
Embarrassing the boy by physically outpacing him for months had been a sweet vengeance.
Waving her hands apologetically, Dr. Uzumaki said, "Sorry if I'm pushing, I couldn't be sure you were aware."
"It's fine," Samus said. "It was a gift I received when I was young, it has been of benefit on the whole."
"That about wraps it up for me then. And while I'd recommend someone methodical like myself teach you - you seem like a sharp woman, if you don't mind my saying - my oh so innocent husband is insisting he teach you to control your chakra."
She tiptoed to reach Samus' ear, and whispered, "Our marriage may allow for us to shack up with other women too, but don't hesitate to tell him off if you're not interested. He knows to back off."
Unsure how to interpret all she heard, Samus simply nodded awkwardly, and the doctor left the room.
She was apprehensive when the man she recognized as having saved her entered, with two reddened cheeks. There was barely a difference in their height, though Samus was a slight tick taller. He seemed well muscled, with broad shoulders and a protruding chest. Despite the power she knew he possessed, he didn't seem hideously large.
"She didn't need to pinch so hard, hasn't she seen an alien movie?" he complained, rubbing his face. "Oh, um, hey there Samus!" he said happily. "Glad to see you up and at 'em. You weren't supposed to be up for another few days. You're as tough as they say."
She was unused to being saved from such a plight, so Samus simply bowed. "Thank you for saving my life. May I know your name?"
"Don't sweat it, it's what I do." The man gave an outstretched thumb in her direction. "And the name's Naruto Uzumaki! Ninja, deity of chakra, and nowadays ambassador," he added proudly.
"So, what's your deal? Are you some kind of shapeshifter?" She was curious about the transformation he showed.
The man rubbed the back of his head, seeming unsure. "Sort of? I mean, pretty much every ninja can transform. It's no big deal."
Alarmed, Samus clarified, "Then all of you can become giant apes?"
"No, no, no, that's totally different," Naruto assured her. "That's a special form, there's only two of us in the whole world who can do that. Those of us who train to control our chakra, however, can do this," he said.
Naruto performed a gesture with both of his hands together, and a plume of smoke surrounded him. Samus backed up in surprise, and only found herself more surprised when she saw a perfect imitation of herself before her, from her hairstyle and outfit right down to her breast size.
With her hand on her hip, her imitation asked, "Pretty cool, right?"
Curiosity beat out fear, with Samus asking, "H-how? Is it an illusion?"
"Hmm, not exactly. The change is real, the form is tangible but it's... temperamental? A solid hit or a knockout blow will definitely dispel what you change into." He let the change vanish in another puff.
Samus could scarcely run through all the possibilities. Espionage would be revolutionized overnight. Long ago, hackers had superseded in-person spying. Less risk of getting caught and it was easier to abscond with vast amounts of data. But with whatever this was might change all that and more, identity theft would become trivial, and no one would be safe. Who but the closest friends and family see through the deception? Propaganda would run rampant, with political rivals being 'exposed' saying heinous things via the imitation. The scant few shapeshifters that existed had already done this successfully many times.
She was unable to mask her awe and fear. "How is your world even intact? This seems too easy to abuse."
Naruto seemed to consider this thoughtfully. "That's mostly thanks to the sensor-types, I guess. It doesn't matter what you look like, your chakra signature can't be altered with this jutsu, so they'd sense your disguise ninety-nine times out of a hundred. There are a whole mess of abilities and protocols to make sure it's not misused. Though, peace is pretty new for us, so I can't say I don't understand your worries!"
"And anyone with this chakra can learn it?"
Snapping his fingers, Naruto said, "And that's the reason I came in here. You're gonna need a ninjutsu instructor and physical trainer to bring you up to speed. If I'm satisfied you're the kind of person who can be trusted, we'll keep your chakra unsealed. I can teach ya how to push past the person you were before, it'll be a whole new world for you. Transforming is only the basics."
Samus nodded. "I already agreed to this, I'm ready."
"Just making sure. You were passing out when you said yes!" he explained. "I'm stoked, this is gonna be fun. Though… would it be possible for you to change outfits? You're, uh, very distracting," he admitted, his face reddened before he glanced away from her.
Samus narrowed her eyes. Her undersuit was designed primarily to make her Power Suit less uncomfortable and avoid chafing, what with all the moving metal parts. It left very little to the imagination by itself, however, which was the other reason she avoided revealing herself on missions.
"Back off," she said firmly, as her left eye twitched.
Three Months Later
Samus slowed her breathing and tried again to empty her mind of any anxiety. The key to this exercise was to calm the mind so that the chakra produced for her jutsu was of higher quality. She willed more of the energy to the soles of her feet, then put one foot on the massive tree tentatively. Then she placed the next one above the first foot and found herself rooted to the tree by an almost magnetic force, defying gravity's pull.
It was working!
Though as she tried to ascend more steps, her mental clarity broke once more.
"Way to go, Sammy!" rooted her blonde friend.
And she promptly slipped off onto her ass. She looked back at Naruto with a flat expression, causing him to apologize and cover his mouth with both hands. Samus hopped back to her feet and went through the paces again. It was slow and plodding for her, and even though everyone said she was excelling, it bruised her to see soldiers and sometimes children performing this skill with ease. Up the buildings, across steep cliff sides and, remarkably, atop water.
Before long, she'd struggled to the top of the huge tree. She was over ninety meters high, and could see the dense woodland spreading endlessly across the landscape. As if standing in the sun, red and yellow and orange leaves intermixed in endless varieties, waving to and fro like a gentle fire.
"Beautiful, right?"
Naruto had silently ascended the tree beside her to gaze at the sight before her too. His lengthy blonde hair flowed with leaves in the wind, and with a look of nostalgia on his face, he looked at her until she answered with a nod.
"Some say it's why this country is called the Land of Fire," he said, gesturing at their surroundings. "Others say it's because most people here have an affinity for Fire ninjutsu."
"Which one is right?" Samus asked.
He spread his hands out wide, as if to encompass the whole forest.
"The first one, of course!" he said as if it were obvious. "The First Hokage enlarged this forest to hide the Leaf Village like eighty years ago. He had a love of natural greenery, and they say he fell in love with this place as a kid. My green thumb doesn't even compare." Her new friend laughed at this, though she didn't get the joke.
She jumped back to the ground and he followed her back to Konoha. The village's giant walls came into view, and to the sides of the open gates were newly-built structures. A long concrete strip ran parallel to the village with spacecraft lining it, and a series of small apartment buildings, offices and a few embassies past them. They'd been built in mere days using the special powers of the ninja after trade agreements had been signed and the painstaking effort of establishing a secure hyperspace route to the planet had finished. As a newly discovered world, the small spaceport and housing facilities were bustling with officials from the Galactic Senate and press organizations since their arrival earlier in the week.
Samus could see a silver-haired man with an eyepatch conversing with a very tall, bug-like alien: a Luminoth. Standing more than twice her height, the gangly being seemed excited by the discussion with the man.
"Is that so? I must admit I'm not the man to see about that. But my old student there," the man gestured at Naruto. "Is the expert on it. He was the one who insisted we open up trade relations with your world first, even though I'm catching flak for it."
As Samus and Naruto strode to them quickly, Naruto complained, "Pushing your work off on me again, sensei? I was only ever an honorary Hokage, and you're too old to still be doing that."
"Me, avoid work? Whenever did I get such a reputation?" The man was, as usual, casually humorous about Naruto's accusations. "But in this case, I had no choice. Our guest here has questions you can better answer than me."
Samus recognized the Luminoth in question. It was U-Mos, the one who asked Samus to save the remainder of his species from the malevolent force that had consumed half their planet in darkness and Phazon. The alien observed Naruto before greeting Samus happily.
"So we meet again, Great Protector," he said. She smiled slightly and nodded. "Though the Light of Aether no longer illuminates you, I sense radiant embers growing within you like the native lifeforms of this world."
"They shared their power to save my life," Samus said. She tapped Naruto's shoulder with her fist, and continued, "It was my… friend here. This is Naruto Uzumaki, the planet's deity of lust and future Senator. Naruto, this is U-Mos, the leader of the Luminoth species on planet Aether."
"Thanks for the introduction, pal," came Naruto's sarcastic reply.
U-Mos scrutinized Naruto more, who seemed uncomfortable at the several seconds of silence from the Luminoth leader. "Your life force shines like a star. And I do believe I sense a similarity in ability between us."
"How do you mean?" asked Naruto. He scrutinized U-Mos in return, though Samus wasn't sure what the pair of them were looking for.
U-Mos held his hands out and said, "Unless I'm much mistaken, you can draw in the light of your planet, the planetary energy, yes?"
Naruto seemed to have an 'Aha!' moment. "Oh wow, you're a sage!" When the alien didn't seem to understand the word, Naruto elaborated, "You draw the natural energy around you into your body to increase your abilities. That's the 'light' you meant, right?"
The luminoth nodded. "Apologies. Though I had your language implanted into my mind, the nuances of certain words still escape me," he admitted humbly. "But to answer your question, yes, it is an ability my people are very familiar with. Though few of us remain, we learn this skill in our larval stage when our psionic abilities develop."
For his part, Naruto seemed genuinely impressed to Samus's eyes.
"An alien sage, or something like it. There's so much out there to see," he said, staring at the sky in wonder. "That's a rare ability here, just… wow!"
Softly elbowing Naruto, Samus asked, "What's this energy-light business you two are talking about?" She had a very general idea about it. To defeat the dark force taking over Aether, Samus had to don the powerful Light Suit to repel the toxic and oppressive atmosphere covering half the planet. Her suit indicated the temporary upgrade was infused with the same energy the dark parasites were stealing to consume the Luminoth's world. She never understood where it came from, however.
Naruto snickered mischievously. "I don't usually get to teach people things. It's pretty simple. It's an energy that the planet gives off, it surrounds us in the air itself, but it can't be seen or touched. Here we call it natural energy. Sages balance that energy within themselves to expand their abilities. Though, if you can't balance it you've got a one-way ticket to the afterlife."
"Aptly put, though that brings me to the question I had for your general," U-Mos said. "Why is your planet overflowing with so much energy? While I have not been everywhere in the cosmos, never have I seen a world remotely this saturated."
Naruto scrunched his brow at the question. "I've never been to an alien planet, not really. I fought on our Moon once, but it was made from pieces of our world so I don't think it counts. The natural energy there didn't seem any different to me."
U-Mos looked at Naruto expectantly, saying, "Once you've left your nest I expect you'll notice the difference. The amount of energy here is utterly unique."
Rubbing his head embarrassedly, Naruto began, "Sorry, I don't know the answer to your question, it all seems normal to me. Maybe my old toad master Fukasaku can... On second thought, don't go to the Toad Village. Ever. They might think you're a delicacy!"
"Quite true," called out Kakashi, who had apparently left during their discussion and was walking back to them with dango on a stick. "And while that was a riveting conversation I'm sure, U-Mos and I have meetings and press briefings to suffer through. Later."
The alien bowed to them before floating off alongside the Hokage. They were headed towards the arriving ships and growing crowds of extraterrestrials. She'd only seen Kakashi a handful of times, but Samus thought he had the wrong temperament for his position.
"Kakashi-sensei was never a conversationalist, but he didn't have to be so abrupt," Naruto grumbled. He hooked his arm in Samus' and pulled her toward the village. "Come on, Ichiraku's is finally open. If we don't hurry, the offworlders will hog all the ramen."
Used to it by now, she disentangled his arm and followed her friend into Konoha. Leaping over the civilian tram system that zigzagged through the village, they ran across the rooftops towards the center of the old section village, which stood in the shadow of the impressive Hokage Monument. The faces of their military's most powerful warriors stood watch over the village, even though the first four had long since died. At the end of the row was Naruto's youthful face.
"Why didn't you take the job from your teacher?" Samus asked suddenly, coming to a stop on the rooftop. "You once told me you always dreamed of being the Hokage, but you're not one."
Naruto looked at her oddly before stopping to consider his answer. Smiling wistfully at his carving, he said, "It was nice for a day. Tsunade and my friends were proud, it was all I wanted for so long. But the world needed stability."
Samus had suspected as much. She hadn't pressed for details before, as Naruto didn't seem to be a tyrant like many she'd seen around the cosmos despite his multiple partners. But she hadn't really seen any other multi-person relationships around in her three months on his world, it clearly wasn't a common practice. "So, they used you…?"
"Like breeding stock, yea," Naruto interrupted, letting out a laugh. "Believe me, Sakura and I weren't keen on it when the demands came down. But who could blame them when you have a guy like me who could stop the Moon from falling and another with the two strongest eyes in the same village, well, tensions would've soured quickly. It was an old strategy the feudal lords used before we replaced them with a parliament: marry off high-ranking figures to promote peace between the nations. Crude, but effective."
Catching on, Samus said, "And since you use Shadow Clones, they'll always steer the nations away from infighting while you keep your original self here."
"You've got the right idea, though Shadow Clones wouldn't cut it. They're not substantial enough to remain forever. Heck, I'm not even the original because none of us are more real than the others!" When Samus visibly didn't understand, Naruto elaborated, "This old guy called Onoki - the previous Tsuchikage - came up with the idea of using Fragmentation, a jutsu that lets you split into real duplicates, as long as I dated his granddaughter. So every one of me is the real guy and no one is left out. Pretty cool, eh?"
"But how does it work? What about-"
"Tsk. So many questions. Ask me after morning ramen, we've delayed long enough!" Naruto said grumpily, and the two continued across the village, with Naruto speeding ahead of her impatiently.
Entering the establishment behind him, Samus watched as Naruto spoke with a platinum blonde woman who was teasing him.
"Naru, don't go making half-alien kids before we know it's safe- Hello Samus," Ino said smoothly, sending an accusatory smirk her way.
"Hello, Mrs. Yamanaka," she replied irritably. "Why are you here? I thought ramen didn't sit well with you?"
"Hmph, touchy are we? Well if you must know, Inojin," she gestured to the youthful blonde boy eating exuberantly at the counter. "Has been progressing at his training, so I let him pick a treat. What about you? Made it to second base with my husband yet?"
"Will you let that go? Those were just abdominal thrusts; Naruto was choking on a chicken bone!" she argued.
The infuriating woman gave a mock laugh, saying, "With those hip movements and that hand placement? I think not. But it's not my business unless you two become more serious, and as a senior Medic-Ninja I must caution between interspecies copulation before tests have shown it to be safe. Let's go, Inojin. Sakura wants to put you and brother through more hand sign practice."
The boy in question loudly slurped the remaining broth in his large bowl and set it down. "Yes ma'am. Hi dad, bye dad!" He ran up to Naruto and hugged him. Too frazzled to return it, the boy let go and followed the still smirking Ino out of Ichiraku's.
"That's my wife for ya, subtle as a charging boar," he said, awkwardly chuckling. "Um, let's just eat, yeah?"
Snorting, Samus said, "Indeed."
Fittingly, Samus was consuming Ayame's expertly made tonkotsu ramen, and was still shocked at how savory the dish was. Despite having just started, Naruto was already deep into his second miso ramen bowl.
"So," Naruto cut in sloppily, face still in his bowl. "Any news from your contacts?"
Samus set hers to the side, done for the moment. "Nothing yet. Wherever the Pirates have hidden, they haven't left or made any moves yet. My army contacts haven't come across anything in the known galaxy or nearby neighbors. They just vanished as far as we know, we've caught no wind of their communications either."
"Hmm, they'll turn up eventually. From what you've told me, that doppelganger of yours doesn't sound like one for long term strategy," he replied. "Any idea who might know where to look?"
She considered his question. The Republic had the most resources, but most of them were by necessity chewed up networking the more than a thousand member worlds in the Senate, including those who weren't technically members but still voiced their concerns from time to time. It would be difficult in the best case scenario to find where the Pirates had warped to given their erratic hyperspace path through the Unknown Regions of the galaxy. It was not feasible to follow them without a lead. And she'd worked with the Republic as a private contractor so long she didn't have non-government contacts to call on.
None except...
"There's someone who might know where to look."
"Who'd that be?" Naruto asked, his curiosity aroused.
"Boba Fett, a competitor of mine," Samus said determinedly. "He tends to operate for the criminal underworld and seedier governments. Kidnapping dissidents, assassinations, sabotage; the whole shebang, if he thinks the targets are deserving and the pay is good. He's bound to know someone who knows about the Pirates, though it'll cost us if acquiring the intel is difficult."
"I take it cloak and dagger work isn't his usual schtick," Naruto surmised. "As long as it's not outrageous, we'd probably be willing to pay. Not unless he wants chakra."
Samus shook her head. "He's too mistrustful of the supernatural to put it in his body. No, if he wanted anything besides money, it would be unique tech to add to his arsenal."
"Useful, huh," Naruto pondered aloud. "Tono in R&D has some prototypes that should catch his eye."
Present
Naruto found himself a little nervous as he walked through the Senate building. He was used to stares and whispers his whole life, usually caused by fear and hate. But these were hushed discussions in the distance about how to manipulate him to support some cause or other. He was certain he heard a portly alien discussing if they could tame him with a brothel.
After passing through a security checkpoint, he was relieved when he saw the room designated as that of the senator Padmé Amidala. The two senators must've been nervous about the meeting, as they opened the door quickly after his knock, ushering him in.
Naruto was no stranger to beautiful women. He married many of them, was dating another, and had been sought out by many other eye-catching women whose feelings he didn't return. But these two were hard not to show visible interest in; he swallowed nervously.
First was the one whose record he was very familiar with, Padmé of the planet Naboo. She wasn't wearing her iconic headdress, but allowed her hair to fall down in pleasing curls around her head. He heard she had been a sort of queen before ascending to the senate, which explained her soft, delicate facial features and mostly unblemished fair skin. Her green top preserved her modesty more than he expected. She had been regarded as a naïve idealist early in her career, but had been pivotal in preventing the fracturing of the Republic. She was a veteran politician of almost fifteen years now, consistently pushing for greater democracy and the end of slavery in their galaxy and beyond.
Second was Allura, the senator for Altea, and she was a knockout all her own. Her dark brown skin contrasted nicely with her voluminous white hair, which reached midway down her back. Her dark blue eyes contained a core of bright purple, and had at their corner angular pink marks typical of the Altean species. Where he could not tell Padmé's size, Allura's bust was more prominent and sizable. She lacked Padmé's experience - having only been elected four years prior - but had become a fast ally. And if the rumors from her stint in the military were true, she possessed strong abilities of her own and was capable at battlefield leadership.
For someone of his speed, these observations occurred in an instant.
"Hello, Senator Uzumaki. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I am Padmé Amidala, of Naboo." Naruto accepted her hand. "This is my old friend, Allura, the Senator for Altea."
"Charmed," the woman said honestly, accepting Naruto's larger hands. She raised an eyebrow pointedly at him. "We've heard much about you."
Laughing a little to ease his nerves, Naruto said, "Good things, I hope. And Naruto is fine, we're not on the Senate floor."
"You've only just been elected, surely your reputation hasn't soured so fast?" Allura asked.
"I won't - and can't - name any names, but there might already be representatives wondering if they can woo me with a hundred women to do with as I please," he said sourly.
Seeming to be in a teasing mood, Allura continued, "As a god, surely you believe you have a right to smite them whenever you want?"
"If I ever want to be a god feared by everyone, I'll do that," he replied sarcastically.
"I've never heard of a deity in any myth doing less than whatever they whimed, public relations be damned. Are you sure this isn't all an act?"
"My dear senator, if I'm not a god then no one in the cosmos is," he answered smugly, causing them to both snicker. "And having met a handful of deities myself, I like the way I am. But really, I wasn't always this strong, so I know things have to be done the right way to mean anything. I may be divine, and a bit stupid, but I'm not divinely stupid."
Allura's peals of laughter were pleasing to Naruto's ears. He hoped to hear them much more.
"Pleasantries aside, as our overreaching bodyguards informed you," Padmé began, stifling her own laugh. "We're trying to nix the Galra Empire's ambitions and end their dominion over the many systems they occupy in the Outer Rim. If they grow too large the Republic will be forced into another costly war eventually. The Senate knows this, but they won't support the small systems in the warpath since they claim to be joining the Galra freely. This situation with Mandalore is a necessary first step in stopping them."
The senator grabbed a datapad and pulled up the relevant files. It showed the projected paths of various Galra battlecruisers throughout several star systems. "Although it might look innocent, we can see their closest occupied worlds to Mandalore are fielding battleships in its general direction, encircling the major hyperspace lanes nearest their star system. The Republic doesn't want to end up jumping the gun and getting egg on its face if this is just a ploy where the Galra call off their invasion at the last second. Many senators have refused authorization before because of what happened with the Clone Wars. Even the implication of another war on dodgy pretenses would be very damaging."
Touching his shoulder, Allura said, "Though you hardly needed it, your planet only received emergency authorization because the invasion was known to be underway. If that happens here, when Mandalore is just recovering from a civil war, it could end in genocide and slavery before any help arrived."
Naruto snickered a little, causing the two senators to look at him oddly. "Sorry, I mean no offense. It's just that you don't need to convince me. We already decided to help before I came here. Your bodyguards were quite convincing."
"I assure you," Padmé said sadly, "We don't want you to agree because of what Krolia and Ahsoka did. We seek agreement through shared goals and discussion, not… bribery."
"I have plenty of people to keep my butt in line where that's concerned, believe me" Naruto assured her in return. "They knew beforehand the sex played no role in that. I know you two aren't like those senators I overheard. You've got honest faces and I don't feel a shred of deception between you. I'm here because I want to stop this Zarkon guy too, and you have the experience and contacts to make that happen without causing a scandal like I would."
Allura leaned on her palm and eyed Naruto with a smirk on her face. "And here I was preparing to offer myself to you in order to swing you to our cause. You're clearly not the negotiating type, you should have held out just a little longer, Naruto."
"Allura!" Padmé chastised.
"He's some kind of fertility god, can you really blame me, Paddy? As my steward so often reminds me, Altea's Parliament will expect me to start producing an heir soon now that military service and getting acquainted with Republic politics aren't available excuses." She sighed wistfully. "I would like to be in charge of who I mate with, at least."
Naruto's forehead had started sweating considerably. A clever use of Fire Style let him hide it through evaporation. The moment Allura said 'fertility' he couldn't keep his intent gaze from her body. From imagining himself taking her pleasurably and shutting up the demands of her government by putting a tan, white-haired, magical ninja baby in her.
"Take her!" a voice sprang from the depths of his subconscious.
"Alright, alright, that's enough playful banter," the Naboo senator said loudly, snapping Naruto out of the trancelike state. Neither seemed to notice his brief, lustful daze, as Allura was repressing giggles as Padmé reminded them to keep focused on the task at hand.
"Handle that on your own time, we've got to start planning out how we're going to handle this. Are you two ready to bring in our advisors and game out our plan?" She raised an eyebrow, indicating she was ready for the conversation to take a serious turn.
Naruto and Allura nodded, and the three settled into a lengthy and protracted meeting once their respective advisors arrived. Though he had been his planet's most active diplomat to keep the peace at home, he found strategizing of this level to be quite heady and difficult. Thankfully, Shikamaru was practically built for it, even if he didn't want to be. He seemed to like Naruto's plan, and his suggestions for what to do in the aftermath of the Galra Emperor's death seemed to compel the advisors of the other senators.
With his head full but at least with an understanding of everyone's roles, Naruto left the meeting soon after Padmé, along with Shikamaru.
"Just don't fly off the handle if something unexpected happens," Shikamaru said, coaching Naruto. "She can handle herself, the plan won't work if you suddenly leave in the middle of the next session. Plus, Tsunade will have Katsuyu on standby to Reverse Summon her back home if it gets too hairy."
Naruto waved him off. "I know, I know. I'm not worried about her succeeding at all. I just feel… weird."
"Naruto, in the long time I've known you, you haven't been anything but that," he said without missing a beat. "What's on your mind?"
"I can't really put my finger on it. It's like there's this other me inside me - Not that other me, we're cool," he said, thinking of his repressed darker side that he reconciled with under Bee's training. "But I get these strong urges sometimes, it's wild. It happened before with my other wives a little, but lately I swear I can hear it telling me to flat out ask ladies if we can hop in bed and expand the clan."
Shikamaru snorted and smirked at Naruto. "I could never live your life. Wives plural, and you'll only get more I bet, jeez," he said in disbelief. "Look man, I don't know what to tell you. To put it Kiba's blunt way, you've been bagging and tagging strong women for years now. Is it really that weird you find yourself wanting to be with more of them now that you're seeing alien chicks all over the place?"
"I guess not..." Naruto said, sounding unsure.
"You don't think someone's controlling you like with a genjutsu, do you?" Shikamaru asked seriously. When Naruto shook his head no, he continued, "Well there you go. You're living what some idiots think is the dream, and you hit the one-in-a-zillion odds of having the abilities to make it work. Might as well live it up as long as you don't cross any lines."
Seeming more sure of himself, Naruto said, "You know what, you're right. I don't know why I felt so antsy. Thanks Shika!"
"Naruto!"
The two of them turned back and saw senator Allura briskly walking towards them.
"And there's one of those lines. Until we've set up more formal diplomatic relations, it's not a good idea to," Shikamaru began, before noticing his friend had totally zoned him out. He had a lovestruck fool's expression, just short of swooning. "And you're not going to listen to me, I see."
"Hi Allura," Naruto said clumsily, not noticing Shikamaru slip away quietly. "Miss me already?"
"Something like that," she said with hooded eyes. "My proposal from earlier is still on the table, if you're still interested."
He leaned in and cupped her chin softly. "Am I ever. Though, it would be moving quite fast to knock you up before the first date."
"Tsk, I have some sense of propriety," she said testily. She grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her stomach. "Though, don't expect me to wait for long after this business with the Galra makes progress. I've wanted to be a mother for years, I thought it would take a miracle for it to be anyone but some stuck up noble someone else picked out for me."
Naruto lightly pecked her forehead and said, "That's a miracle I can't wait to grant."
Two Galra drones were shot out of the air by a figure flying by jetpack, expertly targeting their propulsion. She landed outside one of the city entrances and inspected the broken surveillance equipment. As before, these were just their triangular observation scouts, and so lacked any apparent weapons.
Who knew how long that would last. The few ships they could safely send and return made it evident their window for evacuation had already closed. She had failed to convince the Senate to send military aid, who ironically saw keeping off Mandalore as listening to the demands of her sister, Satine, from years earlier. She had failed Satine, who despite being married to her great love, had been resigned to sorrow. She saw Mandalore's ongoing civil war and current helplessness as the fault of her philosophy and leadership.
But most of all, she failed herself. She had yet to locate and defeat Maul despite a decade of war, a war she helped start as a naïve youth. She took up the Darksaber and mantle of The Mandalore to free her world, only to find her people entrapped by an empire anyway. Slavery or death, and hope left as but a foolish dream.
Bo-Katan stared out at the wasteland outside the capital city of Sundari. Endless battles were fought out there across the millennia. Tales of glory going back to their founder had spurred herself and others to seek that glory at any cost. It had been so easy to let nationalistic fervor and battlelust take over, disregarding the stability her sister's rule brought. And now all she could yearn for was some measure of that peace again. Maybe her sister wasn't going about things the best way, but she was closer to the right path than Bo had ever been.
"My Lady," came a voice from behind, one of her subordinates. It was her longtime comrade, Koska, outfitted in blue and gunmetal gray armor, like her own. "There's news. Zarkon is broadcasting on all major channels."
She and Bo flew to the nearest comms room. Broadcasted on the screen was a retinue of Galra generals and cloaked figures in strange masks lined up along a pathway, numbering in the hundreds, if not more. At the path's end stood their emperor, the giant Zarkon. He stood over three meters, and wore imposing crimson armor.
"We have heard your cries for peace, Mandalorians. We do not take this course of action lightly, we understand the pride of your warrior culture," Zarkon said, narrowing his eerie, yellow eyes. "We will put a stop to the terrorist insurgents plaguing your world and restore Mandalore to its former glory!"
His soldiers all saluted him, chanting some phrase in another language. Without a second thought, Bo activated an emergency beacon, alerting anyone who missed the transmission of the coming threat.
Turning to her friend, Bo said, "Koska, whatever you do, you must get an emergency broadcast out to anyone who may listen. We don't stand a chance against this kind of attack, whatever our pride may dictate."
"Something's happening." Koska was watching the transmission again. There was a large commotion on screen, as black smoke and fire filled the area. A large Galra ship had crashed into the room Zarkon was broadcasting from, seemingly an accident.
A large breach was made in the hull of the crashed ship and wrenched into a larger hole by a pair of gray hands. A familiar figure stepped through: It was Zarkon, though with an armor that was a much lighter shade of red.
Before Bo-Katan could even ask the question, the man said, "Hello Brother, we meet again."
"What is the meaning of this?" Zarkon growled. "I have no brother. What foolish ploy is this?"
"You cannot deny me, your own twin," he said sneeringly. "By my birthright, I, uh, Darkon have come to challenge you for the throne of the Galra Empire!"
Before the feed was finally cut, a deluge of murmurs could be heard from the assembled forces. Though it had a reputation for infighting and assassinated leaders, the Galra hadn't had such a challenge occur publicly in Bo's lifetime at least. Zarkon had been in charge for many years.
Koska seemed skeptical. "This is too convenient, and too cliché. Is it supposed to distract us?"
"We need to get on that ship to find out," said Bo-Katan. "How many stealthcraft do we have left?"
Sakura hadn't felt this particular brand of nervousness before a fight, not since the anti-climactic fight with Ino in her first Chunin Exams.
She was in an arena within a pit, surrounded by what must've been several thousand of the Galra's higher ranking military officers watching the event with great excitement. Opposite her was Zarkon, the imposing leader of nearly their entire species. The object he held transformed into a nasty-looking blade.
He began approaching her without fear, dragging the blade through the dirt. "You succeeded in stalling my invasion of your Mandalore allies, worm. But what good are your theatrics when it only buys them a few extra minutes?"
She raised her transformed fists, and spat, "You shouldn't underestimate me, 'brother'," Sakura said.
Snorting at this, Zarkon propelled himself at her, only for Sakura to quickly evade his slash by flipping over him. Though he was faster than she thought he'd be, Zarkon wasn't particularly quick by ninja standards.
Zarkon's face showed the reverse reaction, not having expected his foe to be so nimble. He continued his assault by swinging on Sakura over and over again, only for her to sidestep each one deftly, shoving him easily into the wall, cracking it.
"Come on, is that all the emperor can muster?" she taunted, playing into the Galra's pride as Allura had suggested. "It is good I arrived, I can purge the weakness that has taken root at the top and spread to all beneath."
"Grah!" he yelled out. He stood and his weapon flashed, transforming into some kind of laser canon. "Weakness, huh."
Sakura only had a moment to act. Hand signs flew by, and Zarkon fired a large laser at her. The beam passed right through her and hit the wall, and continued through it. A deep rumbling was felt, as if Zarkon had been willing to significantly damage his own vessel to kill her.
Only for the body the laser hit to fade into nothing, like a disappearing hologram. Sakura significantly boosted her speed and power over the last twelve years in no small part thanks to Naruto, but light speed was still a little too fast for her to deal with directly. Zarkon looked around wildly to try to find her. She popped out of the ground in front of him, dealing him an uppercut she was sure Naruto was cheering at.
Zarkon went flying into the ceiling, and dropped his weapon as he fell back to the ground looking concussed.
The earpiece on her real ears came to life. "You have to sell it more, Mrs. Uzumaki," she heard Allura say. "This is already suspicious enough. Zarkon is known to be beyond normal physical limitations, it needs to look more convincing."
"I got it. But I can't just let him wail on me, his attacks could break the Transformation Jutsu and hurt me if I'm careless!"
"Guh. I see you're not all talk," Zarkon said with begrudging respect. "If I had known a Galra with your strength existed you could've been an asset to my conquest, my top warrior. Now all you'll be is another body I put in the ground."
Sakura pressed her fists together. "In case you're too concussed to understand, I'm the one who has you on the ropes."
The emperor smiled wickedly, as if to ask 'Is that so?' His eyes began glowing purple instead of yellow, and Sakura felt an unfamiliar energy begin to emanate from him like lightning.
"I saw that little trick you did to escape the blast of my Bayard. If you're another Witch, I have no qualms using a Witch's power to crush you in kind!"
He appeared before Sakura much faster than before with a powerful haymaker at the ready. She ducked under it and delivered a kick that sent him careening through the wall. He didn't stay down, however, and was back at Sakura with a series of jabs. She avoided them and attempted to step into his guard, only to be knocked back with a knee to her chest.
She used chakra to increase the friction with the ground, preventing her from flying back as far as she would have. Whatever power he was using, it put him in a different league than he had been before.
Zarkon grabbed his dropped weapon and morphed it into a sword again. Unlike before, he swung the sword in her direction causing an arc of energy to race towards her. She flipped over the blade of death, only for Zarkon to be above her. He axe-kicked her into the ground, cratering much of the arena with her body.
Standing above her victoriously, Zarkon began to gloat over the deafening sounds of the cheering audience. "And so the would-be usurper falls to the might of Zarkon. Before you perish, pretender, you will tell who helped you. You shouldn't have been able to enter the radius of my ship without security clearance."
"You think you've won? I, Darkon, will end you if it's the last thing I do, brother!" Sakura shouted. Figuring she had hammed it up enough, Sakura disappeared in a blur.
Zarkon found himself being circled by his foe at imperceptible speeds. He tried swiping at him with his blade but to no avail, as he avoided it. Suddenly he was in front of him, so Zarkon swung the sword as fast as he could.
Sakura can the blade between her fingers, and the ground beneath her cracked under the force. She prevented Zarkon from retaking his weapon, keeping it held in her grasp.
"I'll show a real crater," she said. Using the sword as leverage, she yanked Zarkon towards her as she swung her right fist, yelling, "Hell yeah!" The moment her fist made contact with Zarkon, she expelled a moderate amount of chakra. The Galra emperor was propelled with incomparable force into the ground, shaking the entire room and causing the arena to fracture like an earthquake ripped through it. The attending Galra were shocked into silence.
Knowing she hadn't put too much chakra into the hit, Sakura peeked into the hole and saw Zarkon still stirring. Whatever that purple energy was, it appeared to be healing him. She needed him to complete the plan. She turned around and pretended to shout in victory.
Zarkon crawled out of the impact crater limply. He noticed the man's back was turned. With his body still so damaged, he needed to strike with overwhelming force quickly. He transformed his sword into a cannon once more, knowing his opponent wouldn't have time to anticipate his beam attack without forewarning.
Sakura was shot into the wall as planned, hiding her from Zarkon's sight. Even if she knew it was coming, it still hurt like crazy. Luckily, she'd take note from what Tsunade had said about Kabuto's unique medical ninjutsu, and set her back to pre-heal. The moderate damage she took was already recovering a second after being hit.
Though shockingly tough, Zarkon knew his victory was inevitable. "You see that? None in the universe can challenge Zarkon, the almighty!"
A voice behind him whispered, "You sure about that?"
Unable to react in time, Zarkon was forced into a headlock. He thrashed and squirmed erratically to throw off the assailant, but to no avail. The back of his knee was kicked, forcing him to kneel.
"You will release me and accept your death!" he yelled in frustration.
"I may not have defeated you, but neither did you defeat me. Goodbye, my brother."
The crowd yelled in rage as 'Darkon' suddenly exploded, sending shockwaves that toppled those at the lowest seats around the arena. The flaming orb engulfed the apparent siblings and melted half the arena around them.
"No!" shouted a feminine voice in anger. She teleported to the smoking crater where the fight had come to an abrupt end. All that was left of Zarkon was shattered fragments of his armor and burnt-black portion of his skull. Darkon had been utterly disintegrated. Being a witch did not allow her to simply wake the dead.
"This cannot be," she whispered in disbelief. He had been the apex of the Galra, a champion without equal. Then this so-called brother arrives and ends him? Impossible, ridiculous, and the empire would soon be in tatters without a suitable replacement. A task few could even pretend to do.
Little thought could be given to this, as both her and the muttering audience were alerted to a disturbance. Armored warriors - Mandalorians - stormed the large arena by the dozen, flying in with their firearms at the ready.
Though weapons were prohibited during gladiatorial events, many of the Galra officers pulled out small firearms of their own and opened fire on the aerial intruders.
Though outnumbered eight-to-one, the Mandalorians used the high resilience of their armor to their advantage. The first rows of Mandos held their arms ahead of them, using their tough beskar metal plating as shields, while the rows behind shot volleys of blaster fire to wound and stun as many of the officials as they could. They would then rotate with the defending group and repeat their strategy.
Several platoons of Galra droids stormed the room. Despite their infamous battlefield individuality, the immediate response of the nearest Mandalorians was to tilt forward and fire a missile out of their jetpacks. The explosives hit the entrance the droids were entering through, causing it to cave in.
"Capture some and slay who you can on our way out, we don't have time for finesse. With their emperor dead they'll be in disarray for a while," Bo-Katan said, never ceasing her own midair dance, constantly firing shots at every captain or commander she saw. "Our mission is not needed now, we need to get to our ships."
"How are we going to get through," said a heaving soldier Bo was guarding. "We just blocked our best exit, and the other one leads straight into their fighting force."
A loud crash was heard even over the ceaseless blaster fire. Bo's head swiveled to see a huge hole in the wall, leading directly to the side of Zarkons ship that docked in
Standing in front of it was an unfamiliar pink-haired terran woman. She was waving them towards her. She wasn't Galra, so Bo doubted it was a trap. She ordered the Mandalorians to follow her out the makeshift exit, and the mystery woman ran alongside the flying warriors.
After a few lengthy hallways, they came across the entry port they flew their ships into; a thin barrier separated it from the vacuum of space. Bo turned to their savior and asked, "Who are you?"
The woman smiled. "We have a mutual ally. A certain Togruta friend of yours got some important people to support Mandalore secretly. The name's Sakura."
"Bo-Katan, of clan Kryze," Bo answered. She was stunned that her pleas at the Senate on Coruscant had actually done something useful, the body was so often gridlocked on anything that wasn't already a catastrophe. They boarded their stealthcraft and quickly flew out of Zarkon's ship back to the planetside. Turning to their new ally, Bo removed her helmet and said, "Then I assume Darkon's suicidal takedown of the emperor was no mere lucky break?"
"Nope," Sakura said. Pointing at herself, she continued, "That was actually me. Your benefactors were certain that if challenged and defeated without a survivor, the resulting power vacuum would halt the Galra invasion while they sorted out their command structure."
Bewildered, Bo asked, "You were Darkon? How does that work? He blew himself up."
Sakura made a cross sign with two fingers from both hands, and a copy of herself poofed into existence.
Spooked nearly to the point of shooting, Bo's heatedly asked, "What are you, some kind of Jedi or Witch?"
The pink haired women laughed. The original Sakura said, "No, I'm a ninja. My copy is here to help while I'm gone, in case things get too hairy. Once we can publicly visit your world without drawing the Senate's ire, my husband will definitely seek you out, Bo-Katan."
Something about the look in the woman's eyes made Bo wary of the man in question…
LEMON
Allura pressed Naruto up against her bedroom wall. The two were making out fiercely, spurred on by having eloped earlier in the day, making this technically part of their honeymoon. Putting the moves on such a powerful man was a fantastic turn on for her.
Naruto's tongue danced with hers, swirling around and tasting each other repeatedly. He wasn't sure if it was because she was a different species, the enchanting power he sensed within her, or just his dick talking, but he swore Allura even tasted different than other women. Like sugary sparkles, he thought.
"It's time," Allura quietly said. Her uneven breathing only became more so as she undressed and laid upon her overly large bed, revealing her immaculate form to her new husband: bountiful breasts and a pussy surrounded by trimmed, white hair for him to see. Her dark, pert face grew hungrier as he did the same and his large, erect penis came out. When it did, a glowing pink sigil appeared between navel and pussy.
"It means I'm ready to be impregnated," Allura answered Naruto's unspoken question. "Altean women can control the timing of their pregnancy, to prevent… accidents given our long lifespans."
"Mhmm," was all Naruto could manage as he kissed down her neck, and descended upon her breasts. Though her nipples were smaller than Tsunade's, Naruto found himself suckling on one just as strongly as he would hers. As he sucked on the nub and fingered her entrance to prepare her for their union and could feel her tightening pussy reward his efforts with more pressure and wetness. He was distracted, though, when he noticed thin, creamy milk was ebbing out on the breast he was sucking on, something he'd only experienced with Shion before. It had an almost vanilla flavor, and was very sweet.
"Oh my," she said, face now flushed with arousal and embarrassment. "That was most unexpected, but you were being very forceful in your appreciation of my bosom. My body has prepared itself for you diligently in all ways."
"I have a blessing of my own to complete it," Naruto said softly. His warm, yellow chakra appeared and coated her briefly, causing her to feel lightheaded. Sensing the rapid rate her body adapted to the new energy, Naruto smiled. "I knew you were special. Most people would take days or even a week for their body to work chakra into it."
Allura was delighted at the new feeling in her body. The magic that had already been present there was now joined by something brand new, melding into an energy that had never before existed in the cosmos. Looking into Naruto's hungry expression, she could tell he knew, and that occurrence made him even more aroused; she could feel his engorged dick straining against her untouched entrance with waning patience.
Naruto, who was now atop her with his forehead against hers, asked, "Are you ready?"
Allura pecked his lips and answered without hesitation. "My whole life."
Slowly, Naruto worked himself into her tight vagina. He pushed through her barrier, causing her to tighten in pain. He slowed down, and applied a bit of chakra to ease the pain, causing Allura to breathe more easily. After a few shallow thrusts to test the waters, Allura was moaning at his efforts, so Naruto began to push deeper into her, causing her to tighten much more.
"Oh my gods!" she called loudly, unable to control herself as Naruto increased his tempo slightly. He continued to press into her for minutes on end, not letting up on her as he taught her body what it meant to be pleasured. "You're in so deep… so... big," Allura whimpered.
Deciding to raise it to the next level, Naruto grabbed her shoulder and began thrusting deeply into her, reaching her cervix. His large cock was pressing strongly against it, and he repeatedly pounded it like a battering ram at the city gates, ready to spill his soldiers in. He was lucky she found this pleasurable.
Grabbing her other shoulder as well, Naruto doubled the intensity he was operating at, causing Allura to howl. "Please, please don't stop Naruto," Allura pleaded, sweating streaming down her body. She pulled his head down to hers, and the markings on her face and just above her pussy began to glow purple. "I've already cum so much, I want you to join me. I want you to knock me up!"
Naruto pulled out of her, causing Allura to become startled. He flipped Allura onto her knees, and she complied. He gripped her hips, and quickly entered her again, wildly fucking her from behind.
Cockily, Naruto said, "Oh you'll be pregnant with my child in no time at all." Each entranced into her causing him to smack against her large ass - by far the biggest he'd ever seen - and created a loud clapping sound as he did so with endless repetition.
Though clearly not expecting the position, her wobbling arms and moans showed her enjoyment. But all good things had to end eventually, and Naruto sensed she was nearly at her limit.
Speeding up to bring himself to his end, Naruto continuously crashed into her cervix from behind as Allura came on his cock with a vice-like grip. A few seconds after she had, his own limit approached. He smashed into her cervix one final time, and unloaded a huge load of cum directly into it with such ferocity that copious amounts of it leaked from her pleasured hole.
LEMON END
He laid beside the senator, who was taking deep breaths on her back. Though the marks on her face had dimmed, the one beneath her belly button flashed on and off for a short time, before settling on blue.
Allura kissed him, and explained, "That's got to be a record, it normally takes at least a day for an Altean pregnancy to be confirmed. In seven months, we'll be the parents of a half-Altean girl."
Naruto's eyes widened. "You know, just like that?" he asked, to which she nodded. "Wow, we wouldn't know for a few months. Any ideas for a name?"
Allura smiled. "I've always liked the sound of the name Connie."
An armored Samus was speaking to the infamous bounty hunter clad in green Mandalorian armor. The sight of the two most storied bounty hunters in the known universe conversing would've been a shock. But in a dingy cantina on a backwater world like Tattoine, there were very few present to even know they were present.
"Are you even sure you can pay me for a job like that?" Fett asked.
She slid a piece of paper onto the booth's table. She tapped the seal and applied a bit of chakra to release the contents. A gauntlet with a strange mechanism appeared on the table. Though surprised by the seemingly impossible appearance, Fett's titled head indicated he was more confused by what he was looking at.
"This is a prototype weapon, I got it from Ninsei," she explained.
"The planet with the monkey god, right?" Fett asked derisively. In spite of that, she could see his interest. "What's this do then?"
Samus said, "It allows outsiders to use some of their special powers without needing to be native to their planet. This one in particular has a nasty ability tied to it. A demonstration perhaps?"
Fett nodded, so Samus directed him to stand up. She grabbed the Kote gauntlet, and deployed one of the miniaturized scrolls from within. "Take your blaster and shoot at me when you'r-"
With the words barely out her mouth, Boba Fett fired his blaster at her with great speed. But instead of Samus being hit, Fett found himself knocked back by a sudden impact, landing on his backside.
"What the- was… what was that?" he asked confusedly, noticing a semi-transparent barrier surrounded Samus.
"A breach in space and time," Samus answered cryptically.
"Wait a minute, was that my own blaster round redirected at me?" he asked in awe. Samus nodded, causing the bounty hunter to quickly sit back in the booth. "I don't like this witchcraft, but damn it that's useful. I'll get you your Pirates, Aran."
(A/N): Wow, I was happy about the reception of the last chapter. 170+ follows, 125 favorites and a good amount of reviews and views. Keep those coming to motivate me to continue, and constructive/specific reviews are appreciated! I just like hearing what people think as long as it's not rude.
This chapter adds Krolia, Ahsoka and especially Allura from Voltron to Naruto's harem, and introduces several women who will join later. And yeah, Ino was already in it. After the next chapter finishes, we will be transitioning to exploring the wider universe some more, and many more series. Chapter 4 will have some Teen Titans characters I believe. (though they are just the "Titans" and are adults now, lol).
If you have a woman from a series you want to join Naruto's harem, mention it in a review and I might do it.
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