Dragon Ball: Hentai-Verse

Fasha's smug expression faltered for a split second, surprised by Gine's sudden transformation. But she quickly regained her composure, her own pink eyes flaring with competitive fire. "So you've tapped into the legendary Super Saiyan form," she said with a sneer. "But you're not the only one who's been hiding her true power."

With a thunderous roar that echoed through the chamber, Fasha's body began to change. Her short black hair grew out, becoming spikier and more voluminous, framing her face in a wild corona of rage. Her aura flared a fiery crimson, a stark contrast to Gine's golden glow. Her eyes shifted from their usual pink to a searing red, and her muscles bulged even more than before.

Nira, watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride. Despite her calm exterior, she had always harbored a love for the raw power that the Saiyans wielded. Seeing Gine and Fasha channel their inner beasts brought a wry smile to her lips. She knew that this display of power was just the beginning of what they could achieve together.

The air grew electric as Fasha lunged at Gine, her fist coated in a crackling aura of energy. The sound of their bodies colliding was like thunder in the confined space of the Time Chamber. Gine's face contorted in shock and pain as the impact of the punch sent her reeling backward. The force of the blow was enough to shake the very ground beneath them, leaving a crater in the once-smooth training floor.

Fasha's breasts jiggled with every step she took, a mesmerizing sight to Kyoto and Nira as she pursued Gine, who was now on the defensive. Gine's golden aura rippled around her, each muscle on her naked body taut and defined as she parried and dodged Fasha's relentless assault. The sight of their breasts bouncing and skin glistening with sweat was an unexpectedly erotic backdrop to the intense battle unfolding before them.

The two Super Saiyans' bodies were a blur of motion as they exchanged blows. Fasha's punches were swift and precise, aimed at Gine's breasts and stomach, while Gine's counterattacks focused on Fasha's shoulders and face. Each hit sent waves of power through the chamber, their auras clashing in a dazzling display of light. Fasha's breasts swayed wildly with every punch she threw, and Gine's round, firm buttocks quivered as she absorbed the impact of Fasha's strikes. Despite the seriousness of their confrontation, there was an undeniable allure to the raw power and beauty on display.

"How dare you!" Fasha snarled through gritted teeth, a crimson blush spreading across her cheeks. "Kyoto's cock is mine to claim! You stole his attention when you should be worshipping the ground he fucks!"

Gine's eyes narrowed, her aura pulsing brighter with each word from Fasha's mouth. "You think you can claim him like some prize?" she retorted. "He's a man, not a trophy to be won in combat!"

Their banter grew increasingly heated, each trying to outdo the other with lewd boasts about their experiences with Kyoto. Nira watched with a mix of amusement and fascination, her own desires for Kyoto's attention momentarily forgotten in the face of the escalating rivalry. The tension in the room grew palpable, their voices echoing off the walls as they shouted over the din of their battle.

Kyoto, unable to resist the allure of their passion, began to feel himself growing hard again. The sight of two powerful warriors fighting over his affections was intoxicating.

Fasha, her eyes blazing with rage, formed a pink sphere of energy in her hand. It grew in size until it was almost as large as she was, pulsing with a seductive power that matched her fiery personality. With a roar that shook the very fabric of the Time Chamber, she flung the ball of destruction at Gine.

Gine's eyes widened as she saw the attack coming, her instincts kicking into overdrive. She didn't dare let the explosive sphere touch her, so she swiftly moved to the side, the energy barely grazing the tip of her Saiyan tail. In response, she summoned her own beam of emerald energy, which shot out from her hand like a whip. The beam curved gracefully through the air, aiming straight for Fasha's chest.

Fasha's reflexes were as sharp as her wit. She deftly avoided the incoming attack, the beam sizzling past her as she lunged towards Gine. Her hand wrapped around Gine's neck, squeezing tightly. Gine gasped, her eyes bulging slightly as she was momentarily caught off guard. But she was not one to be easily bested.

With a sudden flare of her own aura, Gine broke free from Fasha's grip. The power surging through her body sent a shockwave that rippled through the air, sending Fasha flying backward. The chamber's walls cracked under the pressure of their combined might, but the structure held firm, a testament to its divine design.

As Fasha tumbled, Gine took the opportunity to gather her energy. Her eyes focused, she formed a slender blade of emerald ki in her hand. The blade, a manifestation of her inner peace and power, hummed with an eerie quietude that belied its potential for destruction. Naked and unyielding, she approached Fasha, the blade pointing at her rival's heart.

Fasha, ever the tactician, recognized the threat and leapt into the air, her body a blur of motion. Her pink aura flared as she twisted in midair, her legs coiling like a spring. Just as the ki blade was about to slice through her, she unleashed a powerful kick, aimed directly at Gine's face.

The impact was like a meteor collision—Fasha's foot connected with a resounding crack, sending Gine reeling. Her head snapped back, and the green blade of ki dissipated. Yet, Gine's Saiyan resilience allowed her to remain standing, albeit wobbly. She wiped the trickle of blood from her lip, her eyes never leaving Fasha's.

The two warriors circled each other, breaths heavy and skin gleaming with the sheen of exertion. The air was charged with anticipation, the chamber a battleground of passion and pride. Their naked forms were a testament to their unbridled power and desire to prove themselves to Kyoto.

Fasha smirked, her eyes flashing with mischief. "Is that all you've got, sweetie?" she taunted, her voice echoing off the damaged walls.

Gine's cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. Her hand shot out, forming another ki blade, this one larger and more unstable. "You're the one who started this," she growled, her voice a low rumble.