Dragon Ball: Hentai-Verse

Darkness. That was all Kyoto could remember. The crushing weight of death had consumed him faster than he could understand. One moment, he was just a guy living a dull life, and the next—nothing.

Until now.

Kyoto's senses exploded back into existence, air filling his lungs as if for the first time. His eyes snapped open to a sky that wasn't blue, but a vibrant, surreal shade of violet. Towering crystalline mountains shimmered in the distance, and strange beasts roamed in the lush fields beneath them.

He sat up, his hands gripping unfamiliar soil. Something was wrong—or right? He felt *powerful*. Energy hummed in his veins, raw and untamed, like a fire ready to consume everything around it.

"What the hell...?" Kyoto muttered, looking down at his hands. They were bigger, stronger, calloused from battles he didn't remember fighting.

A sudden ripple in the sky caught his attention. Two figures descended toward him, one radiating chaos, the other serenity.

The first was a woman with greyish-purple skin, demon-like horns curling from her wild purple hair. Her black sclera and glowing purple pupils gave her an otherworldly, dangerous beauty. She stretched lazily, yawning as if this entire visit bored her.

The second figure was her opposite—a composed woman with medium-length white hair, blue skin, and calm purple eyes. A faint scar ran across her face, but her serene expression never wavered.

Kyoto blinked, trying to process their arrival. "Uh... who are you?"

The horned woman grinned mischievously. "Zirith, Goddess of Destruction for Universe 15." She pointed a thumb at the quiet woman beside her. "This is Nira, my angel attendant. She's the polite one."

Nira nodded softly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Kyoto."

Kyoto staggered to his feet, trying to process what he was hearing. "Wait—*Goddess of Destruction?* Like, destroy planets and stuff?"

Zirith chuckled. "Exactly. And guess what? You're special. A Saiyan from an elite bloodline with limitless potential. Lucky you, reincarnated as a freak of nature."

Kyoto's mind spun. Saiyan? Elite bloodline? This had to be a dream. But the weight of his own body, the sheer energy coursing through him, told him it wasn't.

"What do you want from me?" he demanded.

Zirith's grin widened. "Simple. I'm lazy. Destroying planets and keeping the universe in check? *So boring.* I'd rather sleep, drink, and... well, you get the idea."

Kyoto raised an eyebrow. "So you want me to do your job?"

"Exactly! And in return, I'll give you whatever you want—power, a planet, a palace, women, whatever floats your boat."

Kyoto's lips curled into a smirk. "Whatever I want, huh?"

Nira cleared her throat gently. "There are responsibilities involved, of course. Maintaining balance in the universe is a sacred duty."

Zirith rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, sacred duty. Anyway, what do you say, Kyoto? Ready to embrace destruction?"

Kyoto's heart raced. The promise of power, freedom, and indulgence was too tempting to resist. His old life had been dull and meaningless, but this... this was a chance to be someone unstoppable.

"Deal," he said confidently.

Zirith clapped her hands together. "Excellent! Nira, get the paperwork or whatever."

Nira sighed but produced a glowing scroll from thin air.

As Kyoto signed his name with a flourish, he felt a surge of energy lock into place within him. He was no longer just a man—he was a force to be reckoned with.

"Welcome to your new life, Kyoto," Zirith purred. "Try not to blow up the wrong planets. Or do. I don't really care."

Nira stepped forward, unfurling the scroll with a grace that seemed out of place amidst the chaotic energy. "As part of your agreement with Zirith, you have been granted your own planet and a palace to serve as your base of operations and sanctuary. It is a world untouched by the ravages of time or war, a place where you may rest between your duties as a Saiyan warrior."

Kyoto's eyes lit up with greed. A planet? A palace? This was more than he could have ever dreamed of. He nodded eagerly. "Alright, show me the goods."

In a blink of an eye, the three of them were standing on the edge of a lush, untouched planet. The horizon stretched out before them, a blend of emerald forests, sparkling oceans, and majestic mountains that pierced the violet sky. The air was crisp and filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the distant roar of exotic beasts. It was a stark contrast to the urban jungle Kyoto had once called home.

"This is your new playground, Kyoto," Zirith said with a smirk, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I picked you out because you were the strongest mortal in this sad sack of a universe. You've got the power to make things interesting around here."

Kyoto looked around the vast, untouched land before him, a mix of awe and skepticism in his gaze. "What do you want from me, exactly?"

Zirith leaned against a crystalline pillar, her horns casting long shadows in the fading light. "Simple. I don't feel like doing my job. And when you don't do your job as a Goddess of Destruction, things get messy. So, I had Nira track down the strongest mortal in Universe 15." She gestured lazily towards the serene angel. "And since I don't have the time or energy to train someone from scratch, I had her use Earth's Dragon Balls to revive you."

Nira stepped forward, her voice calm and measured. "The Dragon Balls are a rare and powerful artifact. They can grant almost any wish, within reason."

Zirith waved her hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, we know the spiel. But the point is, I used them to bring you back because I needed a strong arm to do the heavy lifting. You see, I'm more of a 'let's party and blow things up when we feel like it' kind of deity."

Kyoto couldn't help but chuckle at her bluntness. "So, you're saying you're worse than Beerus at this whole job thing?"

Zirith's eyes narrowed, a hint of competitive fire sparking within her. "What? That fat snooze fest? Please, I can out-party and out-destroy that lazy cat any day!"

Nira rolled her eyes heavenward, a silent sigh escaping her. "Beerus is not exactly known for his diligence either, but he does manage to keep his universe in check."

Zirith scoffed, her horns bobbing with the motion. "Kyoto, let me tell you, I'm the best at what I do. And what I do is not do anything."

Nira couldn't hold back any longer. "Zirith, please. You're the worst goddess of destruction I've ever attended to," she murmured, her voice carrying the weight of countless eons of frustration.

Zirith's eyes shot to Nira, her smile faltering for a brief second before it morphed into a scowl. "What did you say?"

Nira's calm facade cracked slightly, a rare display of emotion. "I said you're the worst goddess of destruction I've ever had the displeasure of serving," she repeated, her voice firm but not confrontational.

Zirith's scowl deepened, and she bared her teeth in a snarl. "How dare you?!"

Nira remained unflappable. "You know it's true. And it's because of my guidance that you haven't destroyed us all by accident yet."

Kyoto raised an eyebrow, watching the rare display of tension between the goddess and her angel. But he had more pressing concerns. "Alright, enough of this. I've had a long... well, whatever it's been. I need a nap. Where's the bed in this place?"

Zirith chuckled, the sound echoing through the grand chamber. "Oh, right. You must be exhausted after dying and all that." She waved her hand, and a set of grandiose doors swung open, revealing an opulent sleeping chamber beyond. "Nira will show you to your quarters. They're equipped with everything a new god could possibly need. Or want."

Nira rolled her eyes but led the way, her footsteps silent on the gleaming marble floors. The chamber was vast, with a bed that looked as if it could swallow a giant whole, piled high with velvet cushions and draped in silk sheets. A balcony offered a view of Kyoto's new planet, the suns casting a warm glow across the landscape.

"I trust this is to your liking?" she asked politely, though her voice was tight.

Kyoto nodded, unable to hide his excitement. "It's more than I could've ever dreamed of." He flopped onto the bed, bouncing slightly from its surprising firmness. "But what's the catch?"

Nira's expression softened. "Your first mission is to destroy a rogue planet, Kyoto. It's threatening to collide with others in its path, disrupting the balance of our universe."

Zirith lounged on a floating throne, sipping a fizzy drink with a small umbrella. "Yawn. Can we just get this over with? I've got a spa appointment with some other gods in a few minutes."

Nira's voice remained calm and collected, a stark contrast to Zirith's lackadaisical tone. She held up a crystal tablet displaying the coordinates of the rogue planet. "Kyoto, your mission is straightforward. This planet has gone off course due to the death of its core. It must be obliterated to prevent further cosmic collisions."

Kyoto couldn't help but steal glances at Zirith's voluptuous figure, her tube top stretched to the limits by her ample breasts and her shapely ass peeking through the fabric of her baggy pants. Her wild, unpredictable nature only added to her allure. He wondered if her carefree attitude extended to other aspects of her life, and his imagination began to run wild.

Nira, noticing Kyoto's wandering gaze, gently coughed, bringing him back to the matter at hand. "Kyoto, if you're quite finished with your... admiration, I believe you have a task to attend to." Her voice was softer than a whisper, yet it carried an unmistakable firmness that made Kyoto straighten up and pay attention.

"Right, right," he said, trying to shake off the distraction of Zirith's allure. "So, the planet's going to crash into others unless I do something about it?"

Nira nodded, her purple eyes never leaving the tablet. "Indeed. It's your first test. We're expecting great things from you, Kyoto."

With a wave of her hand, she produced a scroll that shimmered with an eerie light. "Here. This will instruct you on how to harness the power of the Hakai—the godly art of destruction. It's elementary, but it should suffice for your first mission."

Nira's eyes met Kyoto's, and she offered a faint smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Remember, balance is key. We're not monsters, merely the universe's janitors." With that, she disappeared alongside Zirith, leaving Kyoto to ponder his new role as an intergalactic destroyer.