Dragon Ball: Hentai-Verse

Kyoto's face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger. "It won't happen again," he growled, clenching his fists. The water around him rippled with his energy. "I'll train harder than ever. No one, not even a god, will push me around!"

Fasha's smirk grew wider. "That's the spirit! I knew you had more fire in you than just for destruction!" She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a seductive purr. "Why don't you channel that passion into something more... intimate?"

With a wink, she suggested, "How about we train together? Winner takes all—the title of the strongest, and the... perks that come with it."

Kyoto's gaze flickered from Fasha's challenge to Gine's contemplative gaze."I know more about saiyan power than you could ever dream of" Kyoto boasts.

"Teach me?" Fasha scoffed, a twinkle in her emerald eyes. "I've fought across the cosmos and survived battles that would make your head spin, Kyoto. What could you possibly teach me?"

But the glint of curiosity in her gaze betrayed her skepticism. Kyoto, undeterred, leaned back with a knowing smirk. "You think you've seen it all, Fasha? Well, I've studied the ancient texts, techniques lost to time. Super Saiyan, sure, but there's much more. Forms that could make even a goddess like Zirith sit up and take notice."

Fasha rolled her eyes, but her tone was teasing. "Oh, really? And you're just going to hand that kind of power over to us mere mortals?"

Gine's curiosity piqued, she turned to Kyoto with a hopeful expression. "Is it true, Kyoto? Can we really become... Super Saiyans?" Her voice quivered with excitement.

Fasha couldn't help but let out a burst of laughter, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief. "You're adorable, Gine. But yes, it's real. I've seen it with my own two eyes." She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "But only the strongest, most fiery spirits can achieve it. It's like a secret club, and not everyone's invited."

Gine's eyes widened with excitement. "Could we... could we become Super Saiyans, Kyoto?"

Kyoto's cheeks flushed slightly, his enthusiasm growing as he nodded fervently. "Yes, of course! And not just Super Saiyans, but beyond! Imagine the power we could hold, the battles we could win, the fear we could inspire!" His words grew more impassioned, his hands moving dramatically to emphasize each point. Without realizing it, he had reached out and grabbed Fasha's breasts, squeezing them firmly as he continued his speech.

Fasha's laughter grew louder, her cheeks reddening as she stared down at Kyoto's hands on her chest. She playfully slapped his wrists. "Kyoto, you're getting a bit... carried away," she managed to say through her giggles.

Kyoto's eyes snapped down to his own hands, which were still squeezing Fasha's firm, round breasts. He jerked them back, his face a picture of shocked embarrassment. "I-I'm so sorry, Fasha! I didn't mean..."

But Fasha just winked at him, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Don't apologize, darling," she said, her voice a purr. "If you're going to touch me, make it count." With that, she reached up and pulled his head down to hers, her mouth crashing into his in a fiery kiss that made his head spin. Her tongue danced around his, her hands running over his muscular back.

Gine, watching from the sidelines, felt a pang of jealousy, but also a spark of desire. She knew Kyoto's power was growing, and she wanted to be a part of that. So, she stepped forward, her eyes shining with determination. "If that's the prize for winning," she said, her voice a little shaky, "then I want to train even harder."

Kyoto pulled away from Fasha's embrace, his eyes glowing with a mix of surprise and lust. He knew he had to keep his cool, though. "Alright," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "If that's what you both want, then let's get to it. But first, we need to get out of here."

The trio stepped out of the steaming hot springs, their bodies glistening in the moonlight. Kyoto took a moment to appreciate the sight of Fasha and Gine, their water-slicked skin shimmering as they walked towards him. He took a deep breath, calling upon his ki to summon three soft, warm towels. With a flick of his wrist, the towels flew to each of them, wrapping around their bodies as he gently began to dry them off.

Fasha took her towel and started to dry her hair, her breasts bouncing slightly as she moved. Gine, a little shy, allowed Kyoto to gently pat her down. Her brown eyes never left his as he carefully dried her, and she felt a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the hot water.

With a smirk, Kyoto teleported them all into his spacious bedroom. The room was vast, with a massive four-poster bed at its center, surrounded by a moat filled with water that reflected the stars outside. The walls were adorned with weapons and trophies from his previous battles, serving as a stark reminder of their world's reality.

Fasha, ever the impulsive one, threw her towel aside without a second thought and leaped onto the bed, her naked form landing with a playful bounce. Her round, firm ass jiggled as she landed, the sight causing a stir in Kyoto's loins. He couldn't help but appreciate the sheer confidence she exuded, her warrior spirit shining through even in moments of relaxation. Gine, a little less comfortable with her newfound feelings, watched with a mix of curiosity and desire.

Gine gently slid onto the bed beside Fasha, her eyes still reflecting the stars from the moat outside. She whispered softly, "Fasha, I can finally sleep well tonight, knowing the future of our bloodline is in such strong hands." Her voice was filled with a warmth that seemed to melt the very air around them. The gravity of her words hung in the silence that followed, a silent acknowledgment of the bond they shared as survivors of the Saiyan race.

Kyoto, now standing at the edge of the bed, his own desires growing stronger by the second, couldn't help but feel a swell of pride and responsibility. His cock, already standing tall, grew even harder at the sight of Fasha eagerly staring at it. Her eyes were wide with lust, and she didn't bother to hide her admiration. "It's just too obvious to resist," she murmured, her voice a mix of excitement and challenge.

Without any preamble, Fasha leaned forward, her eyes locked on Kyoto's. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, her grip firm and confident. Her mouth watered at the sight of his cock, which was as formidable as the man himself. Her tongue darted out, tracing the head of his cock before she engulfed it in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she took him in deep. Kyoto's breath hitched, his eyes rolling back in his head as the pleasure washed over him.