Dragon Ball: Hentai-Verse

As the first light of dawn crept into the room, Gine was the first to stir, her brown eyes fluttering open. She took a moment to appreciate the warmth of Kyoto's embrace and Fasha's gentle touch before gently extracting herself from the tangle of limbs. She tiptoed to the edge of the pool, the warm water gently caressing her feet as she stepped out. The scent of the night's passion still lingered in the air, a silent testament to the trio's newfound unity.

Her stomach rumbled, a reminder of the mundane needs of the body. Despite the grandeur of the palace, she had noticed something missing—the comforting warmth of a home-cooked meal. Inspired, Gine decided to surprise her new companions with a breakfast feast. She wrapped a silk robe around her lithe frame and ventured into the vast, unexplored halls of Kyoto's new abode. Her curiosity led her to a chamber that was unlike any other in the palace—a kitchen, filled with gleaming appliances and an abundance of ingredients from across the universe.

Gine's eyes sparkled as she surveyed the unfamiliar kitchen. She had always loved cooking, a passion that had been a secret among the Saiyans of her past. It was a gentle art, one that didn't involve blasts or battles, and it was something she could do that didn't rely on brute strength. She hummed a melody from her youth, a tune her mother had often sung while preparing meals, as she gathered ingredients for traditional Saiyan cuisine. The smell of sizzling meat patties filled the air, mingling with the rich aroma of scrambled Kramola eggs and the sweet tang of Earth's oranges. Her heart was light, and she felt a sense of belonging as she worked, her inner voice reminiscing about last night's intimacy and the future ahead.

Her thoughts were interrupted by an internal debate. "But what about the mission?" her practical side chimed in. "We're supposed to be powerful warriors, not domestic goddesses!"

"Pft, as if cooking isn't a powerful skill," Gine's inner voice shot back with a chuckle. "Besides, it's not like we're fighting every day. A little downtime won't hurt."

Gine giggled to herself as she continued her culinary escapade. "But we're supposed to be feared and respected," she said, tossing a handful of Namekian berries into a bowl. "How will they fear a Saiyan who makes a mean breakfast?"

Her inner voice was quick to retort, "Oh, please. You think Fasha isn't feared because she enjoys a good meal? You're not losing your edge because you know how to cook. And besides, everyone needs to eat, even ancient saiyans."

Gine couldn't help but laugh at her own silliness. It was true that cooking was a form of strength, a way to nurture and care for others. But she couldn't shake the feeling that Kyoto's power was on a whole different level. Her thoughts drifted back to the night before, when she had felt that power in the most intimate way possible. His cock had been so much bigger than she ever imagined—a thing of legend, really. It had filled her completely, stretching her in ways that she hadn't thought possible. She felt a blush creep up her cheeks, the memory as potent as a spicy curry.

"He's so much more than just a pretty face and a powerful warrior," she murmured to herself, slicing through the air with an imaginary knife. "That... that thing between his legs. It's like nothing I've ever felt before."

Her inner voice chuckled warmly, "You're blushing again, Gine. You know it's not the size that matters, it's how you use it."

Gine couldn't help but smirk at the thought. "Yes, but when it's that size, it's hard not to be impressed." She stirred the pot of simmering food, her mind still reeling from the sensations that Kyoto had elicited the night before. "I just can't believe he's ours," she whispered, the word 'ours' lingering in the steamy kitchen air.

Kyoto and Fasha entered the kitchen, their footsteps echoing through the vast space. The scent of sizzling meat and spices filled the room, a stark contrast to the usual aroma of destruction that accompanied Kyoto's duties. Fasha's eyes widened at the sight of the feast laid out before her. "Gine, is this all for us?" she asked, her voice filled with astonishment.

The mountain of food could have fed an entire squadron of Saiyan soldiers. There were plates piled high with steaming vegetables,rice and meat , a pot of bubbling, fiery-red Saiyan stew, and a whole roast boar, a rare delicacy from their homeworld. Gine, her cheeks flushed with a mix of pride and nervousness, nodded shyly. "I know how much we've all missed a home-cooked meal," she said, her voice quivering slightly.

Kyoto's eyes lit up with excitement. He hadn't had food this good since he was a kid, before the universe had gone to hell and he had to start destroying planets for a living. "This looks amazing," he exclaimed, plopping down at the table with an enthusiasm that belied his usual stoic demeanor.

Gine blushed even deeper at Fasha's words, her emerald eyes darting down to the floor. She was still getting used to the idea of sharing Kyoto with another woman, but the way Fasha had taken charge the night before had been surprisingly... exhilarating. She felt a warmth spread through her body, not entirely unpleasant, as she thought of their entwined limbs and the way their cries had echoed off the walls of the moonlit hot spring.

Fasha, on the other hand, was ravenous. She hadn't had a decent meal in what felt like an eternity, and the smells wafting from the pots and pans were driving her crazy. She sat down at the table, her tail swishing with excitement. "Let's eat!" she exclaimed, her stomach growling in agreement.

The three of them tucked into the feast, their conversation a mix of laughter and gasps of pleasure as they savored each bite. It was the most normal, most human thing Kyoto had done in a long time, and it filled him with a sense of belonging he hadn't felt since... well, since he was human.