Dragon Ball: Hentai-Verse

The room grew quiet, and Gine looked up from her plate, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "But...what if there isn't enough...for everyone?" she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Fasha's smirk faded, and she met Kyoto's gaze with a look of mild annoyance. "You want to add more to the harem?" she said, crossing her arms. "I thought we had enough to handle already."

Kyoto chuckled, his hand still resting comfortingly on Gine's shoulder. "Relax, Fasha. The more the merrier, right?" He winked at her, trying to lighten the mood. "Besides, variety is the spice of life. And think of it as a challenge to become even stronger."

Fasha's expression darkened. "I don't need more competition for what's rightfully mine," she said possessively, her hand unconsciously moving to her hip.

Gine looked up at Kyoto, her eyes wide with both shock and a flicker of excitement. "But...what if we find someone who can help us all grow stronger?" she suggested tentatively, hoping to ease the tension.

With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, Kyoto held up his ring. "I've got just the thing," he said, and the gem at its center began to glow. He concentrated for a moment, then announced, "Take me to someone who can make me strong in a matter of days."

The ring's power surged through him, and with a crackle of energy, Kyoto was teleported away. He reappeared in the celestial library of the angel Nira, who looked up from her book, surprised by the sudden interruption. The soft, heavenly light of the library contrasted sharply with Zirith's planet, where the Goddess of Destruction lay in a hammock, snoring loudly, surrounded by empty bottles and food containers.

"Kyoto-san!" Nira exclaimed, her voice a gentle melody in the quiet sanctum. "What brings you here?"

Kyoto, still feeling the buzz of the teleportation, replied with a cocky grin. "Your beauty isn't the only thing that's heavenly around here, Nira. Your library's got some serious mojo too."

Nira blushed at the compliment, her cheeks taking on a light purple hue. She set aside her book, curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"

"My ring, it's like a cosmic GPS for power boosts. It brought me here because it knows you're the one who can help me and my harem reach our full potential. We're talking Super Saiyan and beyond, baby."

Nira looked skeptical, her eyes flicking towards the snoring Zirith. "Kyoto-san, while I'm flattered, I'm not sure I have that kind of power. I'm an angel, not a miracle worker."

Kyoto's confidence didn't waver. "But you know things, right? You're like the universe's encyclopedia. There's gotta be some secret technique, some ancient scroll that can turn us into unstoppable forces of nature."

Nira, ever the diplomat, considered his proposal. "Well," she began tentatively, "there is a place where time flows differently. The Time Chamber. It's a sacred space where one can train intensely. A single day in there is equivalent to one year in the outside world."

Fasha's eyes lit up, her competitive spirit surging. "Take us there, Nira! We'll train until we're the baddest bitches in the universe!"

Gine, ever the gentle soul, offered a soft smile. "I just want to protect our new home. If this can help us, I'm in."

Nira nodded thoughtfully. "I can take you to the Time Chamber, but it's not a simple decision. Training in there is intense and will test your limits. Plus, you'll still age those years spend in there."

The trio looked at each other, the gravity of the situation setting in. Kyoto took a deep breath. "We're ready for this. Let's do it."

The next few days were a whirlwind of preparation. Nira instructed them on the rules of the Time Chamber and the importance of their mission. They gathered supplies and mentally prepared themselves for the intense training ahead. The moment of truth arrived when Zirith finally stirred from her slumber, intrigued by the sudden burst of activity.

"Oh, you're going to do some actual work?" she yawned, stretching languidly. "Fine, I suppose I can spare you for a few days. Just don't expect me to clean up this mess when you get back."

With a knowing smirk, Kyoto nodded. "Don't worry, I'll handle it. We're going to come back so strong you'll think twice about sleeping on the job again."

The group stepped into the chamber, and as the door closed, they braced themselves for the unknown.

"Alright, what kind of divine training montage do you have planned for us, Nira?" Kyoto asked, eager to get started.

Nira looked up from her scroll, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Oh, I've got quite the regimen in mind. But first, let's get you both familiarized with the chamber's properties."

With a graceful gesture, she conjured a holographic projection of the Time Chamber, detailing its mechanics and the intense training regimen Kyoto and his harem would undertake. Gine and Fasha listened intently, their expressions a mix of excitement and apprehension.

Curiosity piqued, Kyoto couldn't help but ask, "Nira, how did you get that scar on your face?"

Her calm demeanor flickered, and she tapped the projection to shift the focus away from her. "It's nothing important," she replied curtly.

Fasha and Gine exchanged glances, sensing Nira's discomfort. Kyoto, however, was unfazed. "Come on, it's gotta be a good story."

Nira's eyes narrowed slightly, and she took a deep breath. "I said it's not important," she reiterated firmly.

The first order of business in the Time Chamber was indeed learning to handle their immense strength. Nira conjured a series of boulders of increasing size, floating them in midair. "Start with these," she instructed, pointing at the smallest ones. "Your goal is to move them without breaking them."

Fasha stepped up, her eyes gleaming with competitive spirit. She focused her energy, and with a grunt, she pushed the first boulder. It hovered, then shot across the room, smashing into the far wall. "Too much?" she quipped, grinning at the others.

Gine, ever the gentle soul, approached the next size up with trepidation, her eyes narrowing in concentration. With a gentle nudge of her ki, she sent it gliding gracefully through the air to Kyoto. "Your turn," she said, her voice a soft challenge.

Kyoto took a moment, feeling the weight of their expectations. He focused his energy and with a flick of his wrist, sent the medium-sized boulder gliding to meet the others. It stopped just shy of collision, hovering in place. Nira chuckled, "Better, but you're all holding back. Remember, in here, you can train as hard as you want without consequences. Let your power flow."

Her words lingered in the air, and Kyoto couldn't help but think about how much he'd love to see Nira's power flow in a different way. He'd always found the angel's composed demeanor and quiet confidence intriguing. He'd often caught himself wondering what lay beneath her neat attire and if she had any hidden desires. The thought grew stronger as they continued to train, and Kyoto's mind began to wander to the point of distraction.

"I need a break," Kyoto announced, his eyes lingering on Nira's figure as she tidied up the displaced boulders with a wave of her hand. "How about you, Nira? You've been working pretty hard too."

Nira looked over, surprised by the sudden shift in topic. "I'm an angel. I don't tire like mortals," she replied, her voice calm and professional.

But Kyoto's mind was racing. "You know what else would be great with infinite stamina?" he said with a smirk, his eyes glancing at Nira's curvy form. "Fucking."

Nira's eyes widened, and a faint blush crept across her cheeks. "Kyoto," she admonished, but there was a hint of amusement in her voice. "We're in the Time Chamber. This isn't the place for such talk."

Kyoto stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "What's the point of having infinite time if we don't make use of it?" he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Think about it, Nira. Your divine body, my boundless energy. We could explore every corner of pleasure without ever getting tired."