Dragon Ball: Hentai-Verse

As Kyoto sat on the throne of his new planet, he pondered the implications of the Time Ring's capabilities. The thought of being able to visit any point in history across an infinite number of timelines was intoxicating. He could witness the birth of the universe, the rise and fall of civilizations, or even the most intimate moments of legendary figures—all with the flick of a wrist.

He knew that with great power came great responsibility, but the allure of infinite possibilities was too tempting. He imagined the countless adventures he could embark on, the battles he could influence, and the beauty of seeing the unfolding tapestry of the multiverse. The Time Ring wasn't just a tool; it was a gateway to the very essence of existence itself.

But Kyoto wasn't naive. He knew the chaos that could come from time meddling. Future Trunks had shown the tragic consequences, and even the mighty Zeno had his hands full with rogue deities like Zamasu. The very fabric of reality was a delicate web, and too much interference could unravel the threads, leaving a mess of fractured timelines in its wake.

Yet, as he looked at the Time Ring, the thrill of potential power danced in his eyes. He knew he had to be careful, but the idea of witnessing history firsthand was too tantalizing. He turned to Lyra, his voice brimming with excitement. "We're going on an adventure, Lyra," he announced, unable to contain his enthusiasm. "We're going back in time to planet Vegeta!"

Lyra's gaze remained fixed on the ring, her crystalline hair reflecting the purple glow. "What is that?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity and a hint of skepticism. "And who was that... lady with the horns?"

Kyoto grinned, his purple eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ah, that's Zirith, the Goddess of Destruction from Universe 15. And this," he held up the Time Ring, "is a little something she gave me to make our lives more... interesting."

"What do you mean?" Lyra's voice was tentative, her hand reaching out to touch the shimmering ring with a sense of awe.

"Zirith has noticed some anomalies in the time-stream," Kyoto explained, his gaze darkening. "Someone, or something, is trying to change the course of history. We can't have that. So, she's sending us back to ensure that the destruction of Planet Vegeta happens as it should. Think of it as a safeguard for the balance of the universe."

Lyra's eyes lit up, and she jumped to her feet, her crystalline hair bouncing around her. "Adventure and keeping things safe? That sounds perfect for me!"

Her excitement was palpable, a stark contrast to Kyoto's more calculated approach. He couldn't help but find her enthusiasm endearing, a refreshing change from the stoic warrior demeanor he often encountered in his line of work.

"Why does Planet Vegeta have to be destroyed?" Lyra's eyes searched Kyoto's, her curiosity genuine.

Kyoto sighed, the weight of his words heavy on his tongue. "It's complicated, but it's essential to maintain balance. Beerus, the God of Destruction from Universe 7, intended for it to happen. If it doesn't, it could throw off the delicate equilibrium that keeps our realities intact."

Lyra nodded solemnly, her eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. "I see. And you must ensure it happens as planned?"

"Yes," Kyoto replied firmly. "But I'm not here to revel in destruction. We're more like janitors of the cosmos, keeping things in order."

With a deep breath, Kyoto activated the Time Ring. A swirl of purple energy enveloped them, whipping up sand and dust as it formed a tornado around their figures. When the dust cleared, they found themselves standing in the red desert of Planet Vegeta. The sun hung high in the sky, a fiery ball of gas that painted the landscape in shades of scarlet and orange. It was a stark contrast to the lush beauty of Kyoto's world, a stark reminder of the harsh realities of the universe.

The air was thick with the scent of Sand and the distant murmur of battles. The planet teemed with life, a testament to the warrior race's unyielding spirit. Kyoto felt a twinge of regret for what he had to do, but he knew it was necessary. He glanced over at Lyra, who looked around with a mix of awe and trepidation.

"This place is... alive," she murmured, her crystalline hair fluttering in the breeze. "So much energy."

Kyoto nodded. "Yeah, it's a real Saiyan hotspot. But don't get too attached—it's got an eviction notice."

The crimson sun of Vegeta hung low in the morning sky, casting long shadows across the dunes. The planet's fiery aura washed over them, a stark contrast to the tranquil greenery of Kyoto's own domain. He could feel the planet's vitality, a pulsing rhythm of life and power that resonated with his own Saiyan heritage. Despite the looming fate, there was a certain beauty in the chaos—a beauty that mirrored the tumultuous nature of existence itself.

Lyra looked at Kyoto, her opal eyes filled with a mix of confusion and curiosity. "Tomorrow afternoon, Frieza will come and destroy this place," she murmured, her voice a soft echo in the vastness of the desert. "Why do we need to be here? Why save just one planet if we have the power to save all?"

Kyoto's gaze grew distant, the weight of his mission pressing down on him. "Because that's not our job," he said, his tone firm but not unkind. "Look, I know it's harsh, but the universe is a big place. We can't save everyone. We do what we're told, keep the balance, and enjoy the perks."

He turned to Lyra with a smirk. "Speaking of perks, I've got an idea." His eyes lit up with mischief. "While we're here, I might as well get some Saiyan bitches to warm up my bed and maybe lend a hand with the whole destruction gig. It's not all about the destruction, you know. A guy's got to have some fun."