Dragon Ball: Hentai-Verse

She stood tall, her muscular body clad in the tattered remnants of what once might have been an elegant, yet functional, set of universe seven god of destruction clothes. Her eyes, a piercing shade of purple, scanned the room with a mix of curiosity and defiance. "Who the hell are you all, and why have you brought me here?" she

Kyoto's smirk grew into a full-fledged smile, appreciating her spirit. "Ah, but you're not just anyone, Cheelai. You're the newest member of my harem, if you wish to be," he said, his gaze traveling over her body, noticing the way the light danced over her green skin.

Cheelai's laughter was as vibrant as her skin. "Your harem, you say?" She stepped closer, her eyes narrowing playfully. "And what makes you think I'd be interested in joining?"

Kyoto leaned back, his own smile never wavering. "Your power, your beauty, and the fact that you're a goddess of destruction. The universe is vast, and there's plenty of room for another force to bend to my will."

Gine, her curiosity piqued, stepped forward, a twinkle in her eye. "But how did you become a goddess of destruction?" she inquired, her voice filled with genuine interest. "Is it something you were born into, or did you earn it?"

Cheelai's laughter echoed through the chamber, the sound a delightful blend of mischief and amusement. "Oh, it was the most absurd turn of events, really," she began, her storytelling tone enveloping the room like a warm embrace. "You see, I was just a lowly thief, gallivanting through the cosmos, stealing what I could, and leaving chaos in my wake." Her green eyes sparkled as she recounted tales of her daring heists and narrow escapes.

barked, her voice resonating with the power of a supernova.

"I am Kyoto, the one you shall call your master," Kyoto declared with a smirk, enjoying the shock that rippled through the green-skinned beauty.

"Master?" Cheelai repeated, her voice a mix of skepticism and amusement. "I don't take orders from anyone, especially not some saiyan with a god complex."

Fasha leaned in, a smirk playing on her lips, eager to hear how such a spirited rogue ended up as a goddess. "So, how does one go from being a thief to a goddess of destruction?" she prompted.

Cheelai's expression grew serious for a moment before she burst into another fit of laughter. "You wouldn't believe it if I told you!" she exclaimed. "But I met this brute named Broly—yes, the legendary Super Saiyan—while I was 'working' with the Frieza Force. Can you imagine? Me, a mere mortal, rubbing elbows with those monsters." She paused to catch her breath, her eyes lighting up with the memory. "There was this battle, you see, where Gogeta showed up and started wrecking everything. It was like watching the universe's most intense fireworks show, except with muscles and power levels that could melt your eyeballs if you stared too long."

Kyoto leaned forward, his interest piqued by the mention of Gogeta. "I've heard of him," he murmured, the name rolling off his tongue like a mythical beast's roar. "A fusion of Goku and Vegeta."

"Indeed!" Cheelai's eyes widened with excitement. "He was magnificent. But it was during that battle that I caught the eye of Beerus, the God of Destruction from Universe 7. He saw something in me, something he liked. Maybe it was my spunk, or maybe he was just bored and wanted to stir up some trouble." Her smile grew sly. "Either way, he took me under his wing—or should I say, his tail?"

The room filled with the sound of their laughter, the tension of the battle's retelling replaced with the camaraderie of shared experiences. "And before I knew it, he gave me his title," she said, her voice dropping to a dramatic whisper, "and here I am, with the power to bend galaxies to my whim."

Her tale grew more dramatic, detailing the battle's climax and her surprising promotion. "Our timeline was a mess, on the brink of destruction," she continued. "But Beerus had faith in me, and with his tutelage, I learned to harness the power of a goddess." Her gaze grew distant, lost in the memories of her tumultuous past. "Now, with the fate of my universe sealed, I find myself in yours, seeking a new adventure."

The harem members exchanged glances, their thoughts racing with the implications of what Cheelai had just shared. A goddess of destruction, once part of Frieza's forces, now a member of Kyoto's inner circle. The possibilities were endless.

"The infinite outcomes of the timelines are truly amazing," Kyoto mused, stroking his chin. "Anything can happen. We could rewrite history, create new futures, or just stir up some cosmic chaos for fun."

"Indeed," Cheelai said with a knowing smile. "But I suspect you have more than fun in mind. Tell me, Kyoto, what's the true purpose behind this harem of yours?" Her eyes gleamed with curiosity.

"You see, Cheelai," Kyoto began, his voice filled with determination. "This isn't just about pleasure. It's about power, unity, and creating a legacy that'll be feared and respected across the cosmos." He leaned back on the plush couch, his eyes scanning the room. "You joining us means we get to combine forces and do some real damage—or good, depending on how you look at it."

Cheelai's gaze locked onto Kyoto, her eyes filled with excitement. "You know what else I can't believe?" she asked, her tone dropping to a seductive purr. "That I'm alive, and here with someone as...divine as you." She licked her lips, her gaze lingering on Kyoto's muscular form. "I mean, you're like the hottest thing since the Big Bang."

Fasha's expression darkened at the blatant flirtation, her fists tightening at her sides. Jealousy roared through her like a supernova, and she couldn't help but feel possessive of Kyoto. "What are you playing at, Cheelai?" she snarled, stepping forward with an aggressive stance.

Cheelai met Fasha's gaze with a wink, her grin widening. "Oh, come on, Fasha," she said, her tone playful yet challenging. "I'm just saying what everyone's thinking. Kyoto's got the kind of power that makes a girl's heart go boom!"