This choice: Caulifla goes Super Saiyan herself, and retaliates • Go Back...Chapter #28Caulifla goes Super Saiyan herself, and retaliates by: rainbowriderv   "Not bad, protege," Caulifla said teasingly, still a bit woozy from the smelly assault she had just endured. "But you're gonna need to try harder than that to out-burp me, sis."
Caulifla concentrated her energy, as a warm, tingly feeling swelled in her upper back. Narrow bolts of electricity arced across her body. Her hair stood up, and flickered, shifting from its usual black to a radiant shade of gold. The electrical flashes became a permanent feature, swirling and encircling her body along with a powerful yellow aura. Her hair settled in a raised, spiky, golden state.
Caulifla had gone beyond the power of a mere Super Saiyan, and was now Super Saiyan 2.
"Pretty cool, huh?" Caulifla said. Despite her stunning transformation, her stomach was still comically bloated, sticking out from her midriff-baring outfit. "Cabba taught me how to do this. He calls it Super Saiyan 2."
Kale roared. She had expected an easy victory over her mentor, and her sudden display of Super Saiyan power was only a minor setback. Kale was certain that she was still stronger, more powerful, and above all, gassier. She opened her mouth, expecting to release a mighty belch to show Kale that she was still in charge. All she was able to produce was a feeble hiccup.
Kale grinned, preparing to retort with a burp of her own. But, just like with Caulifla, nothing came out. Apparently, the Saiyanesses had already exhausted their supply of gas. They looked at each other momentarily, before making a beeline towards the food storage room, in hopes of replenishing themselves. Kale's bulky transformation encumbered her speed, and Caulifla zipped past her effortlessly.
"Try and keep up, sis," Caulifla said teasingly, as she burst into the food storage room, taking a moment to stare in awe at the mountains of roasted meat, stacked from floor to ceiling. The smell was overwhelming, and despite how round and bloated it still was, Caulifla's stomach roared with hunger.
Unfortunately for her, Caulifla's distraction left an opening for Kale, who was able to reach the room herself. Kale wasted no time with admiration. She dug right in, taking large handfuls of meat and shoving them sloppily into her mouth, with little attention paid to what she was actually eating.
"Hey, no fair!" Caulifla said, nudging her protege out of the way to get at that appetizing mound herself. Caulifla couldn't budge her apprentice's massive, Super Saiyan body, and although Caulifla's push was ineffective, Kale wouldn't let it go without reciprocation. Kale shoved her mentor to the side with one hand, while using the other to stuff herself with juicy chunks of meat.
Caulifla scowled. She briefly considered retaliating, but she didn't want this to devolve into a regular fists-and-ki-blasts fight. That's not what this was about. Now that she had some distance between herself and Kale, she simply focused on eating as much as she could from what was in front of her.
Kale and Caulifla started a sort of silent agreement with one another. First, they would have an eating contest, and once the storage room was completely depleted of food, they'd unleash their full-powered belches on each other, to determine who was truly superior. Each woman had their own advantage in the eating stage. Kale's larger physique meant that she could scoop up more food at once, and she had a larger mouth to clumsily cram it in as the juice ran down onto her top. Kale's size came with its own disadvantages, however, and that's where Caulifla shined. Her transformation, and her more ordinary physique meant that she was faster, and although she couldn't grab as much meat at once, she could devour a handful, and then a second, in the time it took Kale to finish off one.
The pile of meat began to slowly diminish, as the Saiyaness's guts began to swell. Kale and Caulifla both sported burgeoning food babies upon entering the room, but now, their bellies had bloated to comical sizes. Caulifla's stomach was slightly larger than the entire rest of her body, and heavy enough to sag to the floor.
Kale's stomach was of a similar proportion, but it hadn't quite hit the ground yet, as a result of Kale's advanced height. Still, it descended quite substantially under its weight, with its lowest point being around Kale's knees. Kale's belly still retained her abs, although they were hard to see through the layers of bloated, flabby flesh she had acquired.
Despite the surplus of meat that churned and gurgled within their grease-slick guts, Caulifla and Kale still had plenty of room for more. Saiyans were known for having boundless appetites, and apparently Super Saiyans could devour even more. Caulifla stopped eating, wasting a key moment for a worthy cause. She ran a hand over her belly. It glided effortlessly over the taught skin surrounding the rock-hard sphere, due to the layer of savory meat-juice that covered it. Caulifla let out a contented sigh. She adored her own gluttony, and she had never been this full before in her life. It was hard to tell by Kale's determined grunts, and the furious way she binged, but Caulifla hoped that her protege was feeling a similar kind of indulgent pleasure.
The food was depleted, as every last slice of meat made its way down the Saiyan women's gullets and into their seemingly boundless stomachs. It was hard to tell who had eaten more, due to the vast difference in body type, but it was clear that they had both thoroughly gorged themselves. Kale's engorged musclegut had finally become large and heavy enough to hit the floor.
Caulifla's stomach had already made contact with the ground long ago, and since it couldn't go down anymore, it expanded forwards, surging out several feet from Caulifla's midsection. Her arms could no longer reach the most sensitive part of her belly. If she managed to win, she would definitely force Kale, along with a few other Saiyans, to rub all over the surface of her enormous gut.
Once all the meat was gone, the two Saiyans turned to each other, ready to enter the next stage of their impromptu eating contest. Their guts churned and rattled, as they struggled to digest the half-a-room's worth of meat that each of them had swiftly ingested.
Caulifla was the first. She had been holding in her gas this entire time, making sure not to let out even the tiniest of while she stuffed herself. She would need as much gas as possible to defeat her protege. Caulifla opened her mouth, and let out a belch obscene enough to offend even her. The burp was foul to all five of the senses. Firstly, it filled Caulifla's mouth with a second taste of the shamefully indulgent meat that she consumed. Next came the sound, an UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP so deep and rumbling that it transcended the descriptor of "unladylike" and became purely obscene. Next, of course, was the smell. Caulifla's wet, boisterous eruction filled the room with the pungent odor of partially-digested meat. The fact that Caulifla enjoyed the scent she produced, despite how undeniably foul it was, only served to make it more scandalous. The belch had an appearance to match its other traits, as no burp of this magnitude would present itself as a mere cloud of colorless gas. Instead, it came out as a jet of green gas, of an appropriate shade of dark green. Finally, of course, comes touch, physical sensation. The belch was expelled from her with force to rival a ki blast, surging through the air towards her opponent in this burpy battle.
Kale was impressed by Caulifla's belch, and her mind slightly rattled by the overwhelming scent, but her awe was momentary. She had a contest to win.
Kale smacked her gut repeatedly with one of her large, muscular hands, hoping to force out a burp of her own before the brunt of Caulifla's belch hit her from across the room. Kale had confidence in her own strength, but the full force of a burp that filthy had a high chance of knocking her out completely.
Kale's stomach-drumming finally paid off, as she forced out a raucous burp of her own. Her musculature proved advantageous, as her powerful throat and stomach muscles helped force out her belch with extra force. Her belch was around the same volume as Caulifla's, but of a lower, rumbling sound that could be attributed to the deeper voice of Kale's berserker transformation. The smell she produced was vile and meaty, like Caulifla's, but it still had a distinguishable odor of its own. While Caulifla could get some enjoyment out of her own stench, Kale's was beginning to make her nostrils burn.
Their prolongued burps collided in midair, pushing against each other in the gassy equivalent of a ki blast beam struggle. The gassy streams pushed against one another. Sometimes, one would push the other back, gaining ground, but they would inevitably even up and meet back in the middle.
Kale smacked her fist into her torso, firing off a second belch that combined with her first in midair, forming a doubly-huge cloud of stink that began to push Caulifla's back.
Caulifla was frustrated, but she wasn't ready to quit. She desperately rubbed the sides of her churning belly, hoping to force up some advantageous gas of her own. It worked, and Caulifla's belch doubled in size as well, to match Kale's once again.
Now, the goal was clear. They needed to produce as many burps as possible, to increase the size of their initial one to overcome the other. The gas clouds swelled with each subsequent eruption, until each one nearly filled the entire room. And then, they hit a tipping point.
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