Dragon Ball: Hentai-Verse

Before Fasha could respond, Nira, with the grace of a gazelle and the speed of light, glided over to her. The softness of her touch belied the power behind it, as she gently tapped Fasha on the forehead. Instantly, Fasha crumpled to the floor, unconscious. Gine's eyes widened, and Kyoto shot up from the couch, but Nira held up a hand to calm them both.

"Nira!" Kyoto exclaimed, his voice a mix of shock and amusement.

"She was getting a bit... much," Nira replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she looked down at the unconscious Fasha. "Sometimes, a goddess needs a moment of peace, and she's been monopolizing the conversation with her battle stories for hours."

Cheelai chuckled, her eyes never leaving the unconscious Saiyan. "Always?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, she's a firecracker," Gine said, her voice filled with affectionate exasperation. "But she does have a point. Sometimes, Fasha can be a bit..."

"Loud?" Kyoto suggested, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I was going to say enthusiastic," Gine said, sticking up for her friend.

Cheelai nodded, her curiosity piqued. "Well, she's certainly spirited," she said, looking at the two other women in the room. "But I suppose we all have our moments."

The conversation drifted to other topics, but the underlying tension remained. Kyoto could feel it in the air—like the electric charge before a storm. It was palpable, a silent challenge waiting to be accepted. And then, it happened.

"You know," Kyoto said casually, "I've always wondered what it would be like to fight a God of Destruction. Just to see where I stand after all this training."

Cheeky grin spreading across her face, Cheelai leaned back in her chair, her arms folded under her breasts. "Is that so?" she purred. "And what makes you think you're ready for such a challenge?"

The room grew silent as Kyoto stood up, his muscles flexing beneath his skin. He took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with determination. "Let's find out," he said, his voice steady.

The atmosphere in the room changed in an instant, the air crackling with energy. Kyoto's body began to glow a brilliant blue, his hair spiking upwards as he transformed into a Super Saiyan Blue. The light was so intense that Gine and Nira had to shield their eyes, while Fasha stirred slightly on the floor, grumbling in her sleep.

"Now that's a color," Cheelai said, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "But, personally, I've always been more of a green fan myself."

With that, she too transformed, her body enveloped in a green aura so fierce it was like staring into the heart of a cosmic hurricane. The room trembled with their combined power, and the very fabric of the palace seemed to stretch and warp around them.

"Let's keep it friendly," Cheelai said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I'm still getting the hang of this whole goddess gig."

Her power surged, and she unleashed a purple ki blast, which shot across the room like a bolt of lightning. Kyoto's grin widened, and with a flick of his wrist, he sent a blue energy wave to meet it. The two attacks collided with a deafening boom, a clash of cosmic forces that sent shockwaves rippling through the palace. The purple light flickered and dispersed under Kyoto's onslaught, and the room was momentarily filled with a dazzling display of color.

"Is that all you've got, Goddess?" Kyoto taunted, his voice echoing with the might of his newfound strength.

Cheelai chuckled, a sound that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of space. "Oh, I've barely warmed up," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "But before we go any further, let's get one thing straight—I'm not here to be your plaything. I've been honing my skills for eons, and I'm not about to throw it all away on a whim."

Kyoto's smirk didn't waver. "Fine," he said, his voice as sharp as a blade. "But don't say I didn't give you a chance to back down."

With a roar that seemed to shake the very chamber, Kyoto's hair shot out, turning a fiery gold that danced in the light of the stars. His eyes transformed into emerald orbs of power, and a dazzling aura of pure energy enveloped him. He could feel the rush of his body charging up, the thrill of unbridled power coursing through his veins like liquid fire. This was it—his Super Saiyan form, a testament to his lineage and his relentless pursuit of power.

"Is that supposed to impress me?" Cheelai quipped, her voice carrying a hint of amusement despite the gravity of the moment. "You're a long way from the top, Kyoto. But I'm curious—what else can you do?"

Kyoto's eyes narrowed slightly, his tail swishing with anticipation. "Super Saiyan 2, for starters," he said, a smug smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Cheekily, Cheelai raised an eyebrow. "Ah, the classic 'my dick is bigger than yours' move. I've seen it all before, darling," she said, her words laced with sarcasm. "But you know what they say about power levels in the bedroom—it's not about the size, but how you use it."

Ignoring the jab, Kyoto's smug smile grew. "But have you seen Super Saiyan three?" he countered, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "It's not just about power. It's about mastery, about pushing yourself to the absolute limit and beyond."

Cheelai's curiosity piqued, she leaned in, her purple eyes shimmering with interest. "Super Saiyan three, you say? That's a bold claim." she said, her tone a mix of challenge and intrigue.

With a cocky smirk, Kyoto nodded. "But that's not all," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper that seemed to echo through the vastness of space. "I have something even more... unique. Super Saiyan four," he revealed, his fists clenching at his sides as his energy began to rise.

Cheelai's eyes widened with genuine shock. Super Saiyan four was a form that even the legendary Saiyans of Universe 7 hadn't fully grasped—only a select few had managed to achieve it. Her interest in Kyoto had just skyrocketed. "Impressive," she conceded, her smirk morphing into a genuine smile. "But is it just a pretty light show, or is there some actual bite behind that bark?"