Dragon Ball: Hentai-Verse

Kyoto teleported to the rogue planet, his eyes widening at the sight of the Xyrellian civilization that flourished beneath him. Their shimmering, translucent skin danced with the light of their blue and green surroundings, a stark contrast to the harshness of his mission. Their elongated limbs moved with an elegant grace, a testament to their peaceful and artistic nature. The crystalline fibers of their garments fluttered in the breeze, each thread emitting a gentle chiming sound that filled the air with an ethereal melody.

The Xyrellian city was a masterpiece of organic architecture, a symphony of crystal spires and flowing structures that mirrored the beauty of their race. The delicate energy constructs they wove around themselves and their buildings were mesmerizing, a display of power so alien to Kyoto's own destructive abilities.

As he descended, Kyoto could feel the Xyrellian's peaceful aura—it was like nothing he had ever encountered. Their gentle whispers of power danced around him, and for a moment, he was tempted to abandon his mission.

The Xyrellians noticed his presence, their glowing eyes widening with curiosity. They approached him, their graceful movements suggesting a lack of malice. Kyoto's heart pounded as he tried to reconcile his destructive purpose with the beauty before him.

"Welcome, traveler," one spoke in a melodious tone, their voice resonating through the air like the chime of ancient bells. "What brings you to our sanctuary?"

Kyoto, still hovering in the air, took in their ethereal beauty. Their shimmering, translucent skin was a kaleidoscope of blue and green, pulsing gently with their life force. Their elongated limbs and flowing crystalline garments made them appear like living sculptures amidst the gleaming city.

But the serenity of the moment was shattered by the memory of his mission. The rogue planet was on a collision course with another world, and if left unchecked, its destruction would be catastrophic. He knew he had to act, despite the allure of the peaceful Xyrellian culture.

The leader's eyes searched Kyoto's, seeming to peer into his very soul. "We sense a disturbance within you," they said, their melodious voice now carrying a hint of wariness. "What is your purpose here?"

Kyoto smirked, the weight of his task heavy on his shoulders but not without a spark of excitement. "You're about to find out," he replied ominously.

With a flick of his wrist, he released a devastating wave of energy. The dark, swirling maelstrom of power crashed into the ground, obliterating everything in its path. The once serene cityscape was now a battleground of chaos and destruction. Crystalline structures that once gleamed with life now lay in ruins, their shattered remains piercing the sky like jagged teeth. The Xyrellians screamed in terror, their peaceful lives suddenly upended by the monstrous force before them.

But amidst the chaos, Kyoto couldn't help but appreciate the beauty of their final stand. Their energy barriers had been crafted with such elegance and precision, the way they had woven together to create a protective tapestry of light. As he watched them flicker and falter against his onslaught, he felt a strange twinge of respect for these beings he had never known.

Yet, the job had to be done. He knew that if he didn't destroy this rogue planet, the consequences could be catastrophic. He took a deep breath, steeling himself against the emotional turmoil that threatened to consume him. The Xyrellian's planet trembled as his power grew, the very air around him crackling with anticipation.

With a fierce roar, Kyoto's energy surged forward, tearing through the last vestiges of the barrier. The planet groaned in agony as the fabric of its existence was ripped apart. The ground split open, and magma bubbled to the surface, painting the landscape in fiery strokes of red and orange. The sky grew darker by the second, choking on the ash and soot that filled the air.

The Xyrellians were defeated, their world on the brink of oblivion. Kyoto hovered above the carnage, feeling the weight of his actions. This wasn't the glorious battle he had imagined—this was cold, calculated destruction. Yet, he knew it was necessary. He was the instrument of the gods, a tool to maintain cosmic balance.

And with a heavy heart, he watched as the planet of Xyrel disappeared into the void of space, leaving nothing but a gaping hole where once a vibrant civilization had thrived. The thrill of battle was gone, replaced by the bitter taste of victory that came from fulfilling a duty he never truly wanted.

But Kyoto had a choice to make. He could let the survivors of this doomed planet perish, or he could grant them mercy. With a flick of his wrist, he teleported a handful of the strongest Xyrellian warriors to the surrounding planets, giving them a chance at a new life, a chance to spread their culture and strengthen their lineage.

One, however, caught his eye—a fierce female warrior whose spirit had not been broken by the battle. He teleported her directly to his own planet.

Kyoto hovered in space, the ruined world of Xyrel a fading memory beneath him. He took a deep breath, centering himself as he prepared to unleash the ultimate act of destruction. Clenching his fist, he focused his energy into a tight sphere, the power of the Hakai technique crackling around it.

The ball grew in size, a purple-black sphere of annihilation that pulsed with the promise of oblivion. He took aim, his gaze unwavering as he stared into the abyss of his own power.

With a roar that echoed across the cosmos, Kyoto threw the Hakai ball at the rogue planet. It sped through space with a malicious grace, a silent scream of destruction. The planet's warriors watched in horror, their futile cries lost in the vacuum.

The moment of impact was a silent ballet of power and fury. The planet's surface convulsed as the Hakai energy sank into its core, ripping apart the very fabric of its existence. The planet simply disappeared, erased from the cosmos as if it had never been. A wave of emptiness rippled outwards, the only evidence of the world's end. Kyoto felt a strange mix of exhilaration and emptiness as he watched the last vestiges of Xyrel vanish.

He turned to leave, his mind racing with the weight of his actions. The paper that Nira had given him fluttered in his hand, the words of his next mission stark against the stark white background. But as he focused on it, the ink began to shimmer, then fade. Within moments, the task disappeared into purple dust, leaving him with nothing but the echo of his own power.

Kyoto teleported back to his planet, the opulent palace a stark contrast to the destruction he'd just wrought. He found the Xyrellian female standing in the courtyard, her once gleaming armor scarred and broken. Her eyes searched the horizon, a mix of hope and confusion painting her delicate features.