Dragon Ball: Hentai-Verse

Her gaze snapped to him as he descended, a fiery determination burning in her gaze. "What have you done to Xyrel?" she demanded, her voice shaking with emotion.

"I had no choice," Kyoto replied solemnly. "The planet was a threat to the universe. It had to be dealt with."

The Xyrellian woman's eyes searched his, looking for any hint of a lie. Her hope was palpable, a silent prayer that her world could be saved. Kyoto felt the weight of his power, the burden of his new role as the destroyer.

"I'm Kyoto," he offered, his voice gentle despite the chaos he had just unleashed. He took a step toward her, extending a hand. "What's your name?"

Her eyes searched his, a storm of emotions. Then she took his hand, her grip firm despite her delicate appearance. "Lyra" she said simply.

Kyoto felt a jolt of energy run through him, something more than the usual thrill of battle. He studied her, noticing the subtle glow of her skin, the fierce light in her opal eyes. Despite the destruction he had just wrought, she saw something in him—potential, perhaps, or maybe just the hope for a new future.

His thoughts wandered to the deal with Zirith, the promise of a harem to serve his every whim. The idea of having this beautiful, powerful creature at his side, pleasuring him as he saw fit, was tantalizing. But as he gazed into the depths of her eyes, he realized that Lyra was more than a mere trophy.

He knew the potential she held, the wisdom of her people, and the fierce determination that had driven her to protect her village. Kyoto's mind raced with the possibilities she could bring to his cause. Instead of seeing her as just another conquest, he began to envision her as a loyal ally, a confidant who could provide insight into the mysteries of the universe.

He took a step closer, his gaze intense. "Your skills are undeniable, Lyra. I could see you fighting by my side, your crystalline blade shimmering in the heat of battle."

For a moment, she hesitated, the anger in her eyes flickering. Then, she took a deep breath, and to Kyoto's surprise, she stepped forward and embraced him. Her arms felt like warm silk around his muscular frame, her energy a soothing balm to his ragged spirit.

"Thank you," she murmured into his chest, her voice a gentle melody that seemed to resonate within his soul. "Thank you for sparing me."

Kyoto felt an unexpected warmth in his chest, his heart swelling with a strange mix of pride and affection. He wrapped his arms around her, returning the embrace. "You are more than just a survivor, Lyra. You're a warrior, a beacon of hope in the face of oblivion."

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the weight of the universe seemed to hang in the balance. Then, with a mischievous smirk, Kyoto's hand shot out, and with a flick of his finger, the fabric of Lyra's garments disintegrated into a cloud of glittering dust, leaving her naked before him. The sudden exposure made her gasp, but instead of fear, he saw curiosity in her opal eyes, a silent challenge that matched the fiery determination he felt pulsing through her.

Her lean muscular frame was a testament to her warrior spirit, each curve and contour sculpted by centuries of secret training. Kyoto couldn't help but admire her beauty, the way her crystalline hair cascaded down her back, framing the soft blue of her skin that was now flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. He felt a spark of something unfamiliar, a yearning to know her, not just as a powerful ally but as a woman whose strength and spirit mirrored his own.

With a flicker of his wrist, Kyoto conjured a new outfit for her, one that would both cover her and pay homage to her Xyrellian heritage. The fabric was a deep shade of blue, almost black in the shadows, but when the light hit it, it shimmered with the iridescence of the cosmos. It draped over her breasts in a way that was both modest and alluring, leaving her midriff bare. Her waist was adorned with a simple white sash, and her hips with a blue loincloth. The necklace was a masterpiece of Xyrellian craftsmanship, inscribed with ancient symbols that spelled out her name in a script so old it was almost forgotten. The earrings were tiny crystals that matched her hair, chiming softly as she moved.

"This is... incredible," she whispered, her voice filled with awe.

Kyoto couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as he watched her gaze upon the new outfit. It was a gesture of respect and admiration for her strength, yet it also stirred something within him that was as unpredictable as a supernova. He hoped that by saving her, he wasn't making a mistake that would come back to haunt him. After all, the universe was a fickle place, and the balance of power could shift on the edge of a crystal blade.

"You're now my servant, Lyra," Kyoto declared, his voice firm yet not without a hint of playfulness. "You'll help me in my endeavors to become the ultimate warrior and to ensure that the universe remains in check."

Lyra felt a strange excitement bubbling within her. The idea of serving such a powerful being was both exhilarating and a bit intimidating. Despite her initial anger at Kyoto for the destruction of her home, she couldn't deny that he had saved her, and for that, she was grateful. Plus, there was something about the way he talked about power and purpose that resonated with her own desires to be more than just a passive observer in the grand tapestry of existence. She nodded quietly, her cheeks a delicate shade of pink.

"Thank you, Kyoto," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I accept your offer. I will serve you to the best of my abilities."

The words hung in the air, charged with unspoken meaning, until they were interrupted by the sudden appearance of a fiery portal. Zirith strutted through it, her horns glinting in the light. Nira trailed behind, looking more put-together than ever despite the chaotic entry.

"Kyoto," Zirith announced with a smirk, "Your next mission, if you choose to accept it, is a bit of a time-bender. We're heading to Universe 7, right before that sad sack of a planet, Vegeta, goes boom."

Kyoto's eyes lit up. "You want me to prevent the destruction of a planet?" He couldn't hide the excitement in his voice.

Zirith rolled her eyes. "No, no, no. You're not listening. I need you to go there and make sure everything goes boom when it's supposed to. You know, maintain the timeline. Can't have history rewritten because someone had a change of heart."

Nira stepped forward, her voice calm and soothing amidst the chaotic energy. "Kyoto, your task is to ensure the destruction of Planet Vegeta happens as it should,make sure the saiyan baby known as Kakarot gets off the planet and feel free to save who you want since you clearly didn't wipe out all the Xyrellians."

Lyra's gaze locked onto Nira, her opal eyes shimmering with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The angel's quiet demeanor was a stark contrast to Zirith's boisterous nature, and it was easy to see why she was the voice of reason. She studied the young Xyrellian, taking in her translucent blue skin and the ethereal glow of her crystalline hair. The scar that crossed her face only added to her allure, hinting at a strength beyond her gentle exterior.

Kyoto accepted the mission with a grin, his eyes lighting up with anticipation. "Vegeta, huh? I've heard some wild stories about those Saiyans. Can't wait to see it all unfold—and maybe make a few tweaks of my own along the way!"

Zirith chuckled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, I knew you'd jump at the chance to stir up a little trouble. But remember, not too much! We don't want to mess with the timeline too much." She reached into the folds of her garments and pulled out a ring, which she tossed to Kyoto. It was an exquisite piece of work, the purple stone in the center pulsing with a rhythmic beat that seemed to sync with the very fabric of the universe.

"This little bauble is a Time Ring. It'll let you zip around when you need to, and it's got a few other tricks up its sleeve, courtesy of our dear, overworked Supreme Kai Zana. Just don't go changing history willy-nilly, or I'll have to deal with a time paradox headache, and trust me, those are worse than a hangover after a week-long bender in the Heavens!"

Zirith's grin faded as she leaned back, sipping her drink. "Speaking of messes, remember the whole Goku Black and Zamasu future timeline debacle?" She shuddered dramatically. "That was a real shitshow. Those two were more annoying than a pair of gossiping angels at a cosmic tea party. Took them forever to sort that out"

Nira, ever composed, nodded solemnly. "Indeed, it was a troubling time. The balance of the multiverse was at risk, and Beerus was not pleased with the extra workload it created for him."

Zirith rolled her eyes. "Oh, boo hoo. Like it's so hard to slap a couple of overzealous deities into oblivion. But no, he had to get all high and mighty with his Destructo Disk and Super Saiyan Blue crap. So tiresome. Anyway, Kyoto, that's your mission for the week—keep history on track, but don't get too attached to those Saiyans. They're a bit of a drama factory, if you ask me. Just remember to keep things spicy, yeah?"

With a wave of her hand, she and Nira disappeared into a swirl of cosmic energy, leaving Kyoto alone with his thoughts and the gleaming Time Ring on his finger. He examined it closely, the purple jewel at its center pulsing with a hypnotic rhythm. It was surprisingly lightweight, yet the power it contained was immense. He felt a thrill at the responsibility and the temptation to misuse it.