Dragon Ball: Hentai-Verse

But as they ate, Kyoto couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. He had promised them power and a place in his harem, but what kind of life was this? Running around the universe, destroying planets at the behest of a lazy goddess, all while trying to keep their own history from unraveling. He made a silent vow to find a way to give them more than just a palace and a planet to call their own. They deserved happiness, not just power.

As the meal wound down, Kyoto spoke up. "You know, you two can't just wander the multiverse in the nude," he said with a smirk, eyeing their uncovered forms. "Even if I do love the view." Fasha snorted, her cheeks flushing slightly at the compliment, while Gine blushed more deeply.

"What? Why not?" Gine asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and challenge. Kyoto leaned back in his chair, his eyes lingering on Gine's modest chest.

"Because it's not exactly... diplomatic, you know? We've got to keep up appearances," Kyoto said, trying to keep his tone light. But the truth was, Gine's emerald eyes had him feeling anything but casual.

Gine's blush deepened, and she playfully covered her chest with her hands. "Is that all?" she asked, her voice teasing. Kyoto met her gaze, unable to look away from the way she bit her lip. "I mean, I've seen plenty of species with all sorts of... attire. Or lack thereof."

Fasha, ever the pragmatic one, interrupted, "Fine by me if we keep it casual. Less to get in the way during battles." But she couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corners of her mouth, enjoying the playful banter. Kyoto chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Rising from his seat, Kyoto focused his energy and performed an ancient Saiyan magic technique, Yofoku Bimu, which he had discovered during his intense training sessions. He hadn't used it since his rebirth but felt it was the perfect moment to do so. With a wave of his hand, he conjured up a set of clothes for Gine. The garments materialized around her, perfectly fitting her slender frame. The dark blue crop top had a tantalizing zipper that she could use to reveal her ample cleavage, while the skintight pants had a strategically placed hole for her tail, allowing it to sway freely. The white shin guards and white boots were practical yet stylish, and the white armor gauntlets with grey trim around the ends added an air of regality to the ensemble.

Gine's eyes widened as she looked down at herself, a smile playing on her lips. "This is... incredible!" she exclaimed. The fabric was flexible, allowing her full range of motion and enhancing the allure of her physique. The material was made from an interdimensional fabric that could withstand the rigors of battle while also being comfortable for everyday wear. Kyoto knew that this would not only boost Gine's confidence but also serve as a constant reminder of his appreciation for her.

Turning to Fasha, Kyoto couldn't help but admire her fiery spirit, which was reflected in her attire. Her black tube top and skintight shorts, a custom fit, clung to her body like a second skin, emphasizing every curve and muscle she had earned through countless battles. The sleeveless blue trench coat, a nod to her warrior lineage, flapped open to reveal her toned abs and powerful arms, and the crimson sash tied around her waist fluttered as she moved, a silent testament to the battles she had survived and the victories she had claimed. Kyoto felt a twinge of arousal mixed with affection as he took in the sight of her.

"Fasha," Kyoto said, his eyes lingering on her scars. "You look... incredible."

Fasha looked over her shoulder, a smirk playing across her lips as she glanced down at her attire. The fabric clung to her curves like a lover's embrace, accentuating her muscular thighs and the ample fullness of her ass, which Kyoto found absolutely irresistible. Her scars, a map of battles won and lost, told a story of strength and resilience that only added to her allure. Her boobs, though not large, were perky and firm, a testament to her rigorous training regimen. They bobbed slightly with her movements, and Kyoto had to fight the urge to reach out and touch them.

"Thank you, Gine," Kyoto said, his voice thick with sincerity as he took in the sight of his two harem members. "Your meal was... delicious."

Gine blushed, her eyes lighting up with pleasure. "I'm happy you liked it, Kyoto," she replied, her voice a soft purr that seemed to resonate through the air. She had put her heart and soul into cooking the meal, using spices and flavors that were a tribute to her lost home. The food was not only a source of nourishment but a bridge to the past she had left behind.

Fasha, ever the blunt one, let out a hearty laugh. "Gine, you don't have to try so hard, you know. You've already got the boob department on lock." She playfully poked at Gine's chest, causing her to squeak and swat at her. "And let's not forget who had the honor of being fucked into oblivion last night," she added.

Gine's cheeks turned a darker shade of pink, and she looked down at her plate, trying to hide her embarrassment. "It's not like I had much say in the matter," she murmured, pushing her food around with her fork. "It just sort of...happened."

Her eyes met Kyoto's briefly, and she felt his gentle understanding. He knew her better than anyone, knew that her body was ruled by instincts she often struggled to contain. The way she had reacted to his touch last night, the way she had come alive under his power, it was all part of her Saiyan nature, and she couldn't help it.

Fasha, on the other hand, roared with laughter, slapping her hand on the table. "That's what I'm talking about, Gine!" she exclaimed, her tail swishing with amusement. "You're a Saiyan through and through, just like me!"

Gine's eyes narrowed slightly, and she took a deep breath to compose herself. "It's not like I can help it," she said, a hint of defensiveness in her voice. "It's just...sometimes the hormones get the better of me."

Fasha's laughter died down, and she leaned in, her pink eyes sparkling with curiosity. "You get all...frisky and you can't control it?" she asked, grinning wickedly. "What happens when you lose control?"

Gine sighed, feeling the weight of their gazes. "It's like my body takes over," she admitted, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I just... I need to release the energy, or I'll go mad."

Kyoto nodded solemnly, pushing his plate aside. "It's part of being a Saiyan," he said, standing up and walking over to her. He placed a hand on her shoulder, his eyes filled with empathy and a hint of desire. "Don't worry Fasha someday you'll get your turn with the saiyan hammer someday."

Fasha rolled her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips due to the nature of the conversation. "Oh, I'll be waiting," she quipped, her pink eyes gleaming with mischief.