Reborn as a Saiyan in marvel

Phoenix Jean's hips swayed in rhythm with the flickering flames that trailed in her wake, the heat of her presence warping the very air around her. Each measured step sent a ripple of invisible force through the cold, sterile halls, scattering the lifeless husks of former guards like dust before a storm.

Then, she stopped.

Before, she loomed a monolithic, reinforced door, thick with layers of security designed to withstand even the most determined intruders. Yet, what lay beyond it whispered to her, a maelstrom of life energy, pulsing in rhythmic waves. It wasn't just one presence, but three. No... five. Two smaller life forces clung faintly to the larger ones.

Phoenix's brows creased. "Babies?"

A shadow flickered across her expression, lips curling slightly as the weight of realization settled in. A lab. Pregnant women. Experimental procedures. The sheer audacity of such an atrocity ignited something deep within her.

"Unforgivable."

"WENG!!"

An earsplitting howl of kinetic force surged forth, warping the metal like it was mere cloth, bending and twisting in a violent scream of protest. Sparks showered from the door's reinforced edges as it buckled inward, torn apart by Phoenix's will.

She stepped through.

Her black-and-gold eyes sharpened into slits, scanning the room with a predator's gaze.

And then, she saw them.

Two women lay sprawled on cold steel slabs, their swollen bellies a stark contrast to the metallic sterility of the room. Restrained. Defenseless. A third woman, standing beside them, was different, free, her presence laced with something twisted and vile.

Phoenix did not blink.

The air shuddered. The temperature plummeted.

A force unseen yet undeniable coiled around Ophelia Sarkissian, her breath hitching as an indescribable weight settled upon her soul. She could not move.

She could not breathe.

Jean's golden irises flared, a sun in the heart of a storm.

Ophelia shivered violently, not from cold, but from the abyss of power now staring her down. Judgment had come.

Ophelia floated helplessly in the air, her body frozen in place by an unseen, unrelenting force. Terror consumed her. Her limbs trembled, but they would not obey. Her breath came in ragged, panicked gasps, tears and snot staining her once-pristine face as she drowned in silent horror.

And then, a touch.

Phoenix Jean's delicate hand pressed against Ophelia's swollen belly, her fingers warm yet utterly devoid of compassion. Golden light seeped from her fingertips, tendrils of luminous energy wrapping around the unborn life within. The light pulsed once, gentle, yet absolute.

Then the child was gone.

Ophelia's eyes widened in shock, her stomach visibly deflating before her very eyes, the familiar weight in her womb vanishing as if it had never existed. The child now floated safely in the White-Hot Room, encased in a protective cocoon, its fragile form untouched by the chaos of this mortal plane.

A soundless scream built in Ophelia's throat, grief, fury, despair, but before she could even release a single syllable, a hand wreathed in golden fire clamped around her throat like a vice. Another hand hovered inches from her gaping mouth, fingers curled as if they were plucking something unseen.

And then, agony.

"GGCKKKK!"

Ophelia convulsed violently, her body betraying her as a choked, garbled noise clawed its way from her throat.

Jean's eyes burned, black pits rimmed in blazing gold, as her power surged.

The very essence of life inside Ophelia was no longer hers.

Invisible razor wires of telekinetic force coiled around her soul like a serpent, tightening, pulling. The room echoed with the grotesque, wet squelching of organs collapsing, of bones grinding into paste under the impossible pressure.

The scent of burning flesh and liquefied marrow filled the air.

Ophelia jerked and spasmed, her features distorting in unbearable pain, her very being unraveling, drawn into Jean's grasp as golden flames danced hungrily across her dwindling form.

Snap. Crack. Pop.

In mere moments, she was nothing but bones.

A skeletal husk, brittle and pathetic.

Jean let the remains fall unceremoniously to the ground. The final insult came not with words, but with a single step.

CRUNCH.

Her heel came down with deliberate force, grinding what was left of Ophelia Sarkissian into dust.

The Viper had been silenced at last, her last bit of life dissipating into the air like fading smoke. In its place, a new Golden Peach appeared in Jean's hand. The radiant fruit gleamed like the sun itself, its golden skin shimmering in the dim light of the room. Phoenix held it with a delicate reverence, as if it were something far more sacred than mere fruit. With a knowing smile playing on her lips, she bit into it.

"CRUNCH!"

The sound was sharp and satisfying, the first taste of the fruit's golden flesh, a gift from a realm far beyond, overwhelmed her senses. Heavenly juices slid down her throat, warm and sweet, like liquid sunlight. Jean's eyes fluttered shut, and for a brief moment, she was transported to a place of pure bliss, a place where everything, everything, was perfect. Her body relaxed into the sensation, and her lips parted in a quiet sigh of pleasure.

A soft, contented hum escaped her as the taste wrapped itself around her soul, a comfort like nothing she had ever known. There was no hunger left in her; the fruit filled not just her body, but her heart.

But she wasn't alone.

From the corners of her senses, she felt the unmistakable weight of two other gazes, fierce and hungry. She turned her head slightly and saw Anissa and Sif lying on the metal beds, their eyes locked on the remaining Golden Peach with such intensity that Jean could practically hear their stomachs growling in hunger. Their expressions mirrored that of a predator on the hunt, the hunger in them palpable. Jean chuckled softly, amusement dancing in her eyes as she watched their longing stares.

"You want some, don't you?" Phoenix mused, her tone a playful purr. She reached out with a gentle flick of her fingers, and the peach, mystical and weightless, rose into the air. Telekinetic tendrils snaked out, slicing off two delicate pieces. They floated slowly towards the women, who watched in eager anticipation. Their breaths hitched, almost as if they had never tasted anything so precious.

"CHOMP!"

The sound was nearly as satisfying as the bite itself. The fruit exploded in their mouths, an avalanche of flavor, rich and divine. It coursed through their bodies, a warmth that spread from their tongues to their very souls, filling them with newfound strength and a kind of serenity they hadn't known in eons. The taste was like nothing they had ever imagined, like a taste of the gods themselves. Anissa's eyes widened, her senses overtaken by the sheer delight of it. She swallowed, and her body hummed with energy, but there was also a deep satisfaction that bloomed in her chest.

Sif, too, was lost to the fruit's magnificence. Her eyes glistened, no longer merely stars but filled with something brighter, something ancient. She licked her lips, savoring the last trace of sweetness lingering on her tongue.

"It tastes like the ambrosia of the gods!" Sif exclaimed, her voice full of awe. She breathed heavily, her pulse racing in exhilaration, her eyes blazing with renewed strength.

Anissa nodded, her heart still fluttering from the experience, her cheeks flushed from the warmth. "I don't know about any gods, but this is definitely the best thing I've ever had... well, aside from William," she added with a mischievous grin, her gaze flickering down to her swollen belly, a soft blush rising to her cheeks as she placed a hand over it. A deep, tender love swirled in her heart as she thought of him, but it wasn't just her affection that warmed her; it was the sensation of the fruit still pulsing within her.

The atmosphere shifted abruptly, as if a veil of caution had been pulled over them. The momentary peace shattered as the two women, still bathed in the afterglow of their experience, suddenly stiffened. Anissa's eyes sharpened, and Sif's expression hardened into something far more commanding. Both of them stood as one, a shift in energy, their auras flaring. Anissa, always a more unpredictable force, radiated a calm but determined confidence, while Sif's presence became an unshakable command, a goddess in full regalia.

Sif's voice rang out, sharp and unwavering, the weight of her words carrying the weight of her divine authority. "Who are you, and what is your allegiance?" she demanded, her gaze cutting through the air as she scrutinized the woman before her.

Jean's calm gaze never faltered as she felt the full weight of Sif's challenge. The power emanating from the goddess was unmistakable, and yet Phoenix remained serene, almost amused. She studied Sif's aura with a quiet appreciation, recognizing its depth and warmth.

"Such a warm aura..." Jean mused, her lips curling into a soft smile. "Would you be a goddess of fertility?" she asked, her tone light but carrying an undeniable weight. The words danced through the air, not just as a question, but a recognition of something far older and far more significant than mere strength.

Sif's gaze tightened, her brow furrowing as she tried to process the implications of what Jean had just said. "Only a goddess could possibly perceive my domain like that," she thought, a ripple of concern threading through her mind. "Just who is she really?"

Before Sif could voice her next question, the flame-like energy that had surrounded Jean flickered and died, as if the fire within her had suddenly extinguished. The gold and black in Jean's eyes dimmed, returning to their usual shade. Her posture faltered, her body swaying on the edge of collapse. She did not hold herself up by strength or will anymore; she fell, her form crumpling like a marionette whose strings had been severed.

Jean hit the floor with a soft, almost silent thud, her body limp and unconscious. The energy that had once been so overwhelming drained from her, leaving her a fragile and vulnerable young woman once more.

For a moment, the room was still.

Anissa and Sif exchanged a look, the tension in the air thickening. The weight of the moment seemed to press down on them both. They had been in the presence of something far beyond their understanding. And yet, despite the mystery that surrounded Jean, despite her sudden fall, they both knew one thing: they had tasted something powerful, something that transcended mortal and divine boundaries alike.

And they were left standing in the wake of it, uncertain and awestruck.

As the haze of their shock began to clear, the two pregnant women slowly regained their composure. They exchanged strained glances before moving toward Jean, who had collapsed to the ground, unconscious. They carefully lifted her, their movements slow and deliberate, mindful of their swollen bellies, each step more cautious than the last. Their bodies, already strained from their condition, seemed to echo with the weight of what they had just witnessed. As they exited the lab, their eyes caught a gruesome sight, a heap of dust, mingled with fragments of bone, scattered across the floor. It was a chilling reminder of the horror that had unfolded within those sterile walls.

A shudder ran through them as the memory of the twisted scene surged back, how it all seemed so surreal, like some grotesque nightmare they couldn't escape. The silence in the hallway felt suffocating as they moved forward, their breaths shallow, careful not to inhale the remnants of the macabre scene. The air tasted sterile, almost metallic, but it carried an unsettling tang of something worse, as if the very walls themselves held onto the terror.

They passed more piles of dust, now scattered through the hallway, along with discarded uniforms that had been left behind in haste, the fabric crumpled in strange shapes. It wasn't just the mess; it was the quiet abandonment of it all, a sign of how everything had unraveled. The uniforms, once crisp and professional, now lay forgotten, a symbol of the chaos that had shattered their world.

The two women exchanged uneasy glances as they hurried down the hallway, their pregnant bodies sluggish but driven by an urgent need to escape. Their breaths came in short, controlled intervals, afraid of breathing in the remnants of what had once been human lives. Their bodies ached, not just from pregnancy, but from the mental and emotional toll the nightmare had taken. They were moving too fast for their swollen bellies, but they couldn't stop. Not now.

As they neared a door ahead, the sound of it opening suddenly froze them in place. From the other side, Captain America stepped into view, his shield gleaming faintly in the dim light of the corridor. His eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight of them, the women, both heavily pregnant, struggling to stay upright under the weight of their exhaustion and the gravity of the moment.

"Oh my god, Tony, check their vitals!" he said, his voice a mixture of urgency and disbelief. His gaze shifted from one woman to the other, then to their swollen bellies, and a flicker of understanding passed through him. "I think we've found William's ladies," he muttered under his breath.

Tony Stark appeared behind him in a blur, already pulling up his portable scanning device. He began running scans over the women, his face furrowing in surprise. The readings coming in were unlike anything he'd expected. Despite the pregnancies, their health was surprisingly optimal, better than normal, in fact. Tony's brow furrowed even further, the lines of confusion deepening. Who were these women, really? He knew they were connected to William, but beyond that, there were too many unanswered questions.

As Tony continued his scans, Jean stirred in the arms of one of the women, her eyelids fluttering open just enough to utter a broken sentence. "More prisoners… in the cells…" she whispered, her voice barely audible before her eyes rolled back, and she fell unconscious once more, limp in their arms.

Captain America's expression hardened at Jean's words. "More prisoners..." he repeated, a sense of grim realization dawning on him. But for now, there was little he could do. His focus shifted back to the two women, trying to assess their condition, wondering just what had happened in that lab. "You're safe now," he reassured them, his tone softening as he caught sight of their pale faces, the fear still present in their eyes.

Tony glanced up, his usual sarcasm absent for once. "They're… not in perfect condition, but considering everything they've just been through, they're doing amazing," he said, tapping on his device as if searching for more answers. But he found none. "We'll need to get them somewhere safe, away from whatever happened in that hellhole." He looked up, meeting Captain America's gaze. "And we need to figure out what's going on, who these women are, and what happened to them."

Captain America nodded gravely, his gaze lingering on the two women who had clearly been through something horrific. "Let's get them out of here first. Everything else can wait."

The hallway fell silent once more as they began to move forward, their footsteps heavy with the weight of unknown truths that would soon come to light.

Suddenly— 

"RUMBLE!"