By the time Shulk and her daughters gave birth to a new batch of Hulks, the emerald amazon's group had started to look more like a tribe than a small family. Shulk had brought her daughters to the cave in order to give birth, turning the place into a safe place for the newborns; with males bringing large amounts of fruits, fish and roasted boar flesh to the recovering mothers.Shulk had ordered her four initial mates to clear the jungle leading to the mountain where the cave was on, and then build a village of sorts for the tribe. By the time the newborns were about the size of a four-year old and were weaned off their mothers engorged tits; the males and the immature females had built ten primitive huts out of tree trunks and dry vegetation.
As Shulk emerged from the cave, followed by her adult daughters and their children; she couldn't help but smile at the sight of her little kingdom of sorts. The size of the huts, large enough to house a family of african elephants with ease; brough another problem she hadn't thought of before.
With the four new litters, the tribe had grown up to at least thirteen males and twenty females.
Even with her diminishing intellect, Shulk realized this was a very big problem.
Eventually, they would eat everything on the island; and even if they knew how to plant edible fruits and vegetables, the food supply wouldn't grow fast enough to feed the tribe. The place would be stripped clean in less than six months, given the current breeding rate. Her tribe was doomed to perish unless Shulk found a way to transport them to the great lands beyond the sea.
Her memory was hazy, clouded beneath a layer of primal instincts but still clear enough to let her remember most of her former life. There were vast fields of wheat and corn, massive herds of cattle and entire orchards of fruits to be claimed by the tribe. Humans would be a problem. Not normal humans, though.
The Powerful Ones that used to fight alongside her, back when she had no tribe. Shulk scoffed at the idea of who she used to be, how the mere idea of the puny Jennifer Walters and the incredible She-Hulk existing was nothing but a sad joke to her. Now she was the Shulk, her tribe would grow into a horde and crush any opposition; no matter who it was. The Powerful Ones would yield at her, they would either die or be enslaved into breeding stock for her sons and daughters. She couldn't let those Powers go to waste, afterall.
And then, there was THE Hulk.
The original one. The one she used to call Bruce, and who was universally regarded as the strongest one there was. Shulk felt aroused by the idea of breeding with him; of having the strongest sons and daughters she could ever think of. And not only Hulk's. Maybe breed with other Powerful Ones like Thor, the Red Hulk or the Thing. Those would be worthy mates for her.
Now, if only she could find a way to leave the island...