Kyoto grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Well, I was thinking..." He looked over at Fasha, who had yet to move from her spot on the floor, her eyes still trained on him. "How about we take a little trip to Earth?"
Fasha's eyes widened. "Earth?" she repeated. "Why the hell would we go there?"
Kyoto chuckled. "It's not about the planet," he said, stepping closer to her and offering a hand to help her up. "It's about the pizza. And maybe some... other forms of entertainment." His gaze drifted suggestively towards the bed.
Fasha took his hand, allowing him to pull her to her feet, her grip firm and her gaze unwavering. "So we're just going to leave our duties behind for some food and... fun?" Her tone was skeptical, but there was a spark of curiosity in her eyes.
"It's not like we're slacking off," Kyoto said, his voice a smooth reassurance. "We're expanding our... horizons. Plus, Zirith owes us after that whole mess." He winked at Nira, who had been quietly observing the scene from the doorway, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "What do you say, Fasha?"
Fasha's eyes narrowed slightly, but she couldn't resist the thrill of adventure that Kyoto offered. "Alright," she conceded with a gruff tone, though her excitement was palpable. "But only if it's the spiciest pizza you can find. I've heard stories about Earth's spices, and I want to see if they live up to the legend."
Kyoto chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Spicy it is, then. But first, I think we should all... dress for the occasion." He turned to his wardrobe, which was a treasure trove of garments from various universes. His gaze fell upon a sleek black sleeveless shirt that hugged the body like a second skin, a perfect fit for the kind of night he had in mind. He pulled it on, feeling the fabric cling to his muscles as if it were alive with anticipation. Next, he donned a pair of black gauntlets that reached just above his elbows, adorned with intricate gold trim that glinted in the dim light.
Turning to Fasha, he couldn't resist the urge to play with his newfound powers. He extended his hand, and a bolt of energy shot from his palm to hers. The energy danced around her body, assessing her form before it coalesced into a new outfit that mirrored her fiery spirit. The blue leotard appeared first, clinging to her curves like a shadow, the zipper stopping just short of her ample cleavage. She looked down at herself, surprised by the sudden change. The white and yellow boots that formed around her legs were reminiscent of the armor she had once worn, and the white gloves sheathed her hands, giving her a sleek, battle-ready look.
"What's this?" Fasha exclaimed, her eyes widening as she examined the new attire. The fabric was as light as the whispers of the cosmos yet strong enough to withstand the might of a star's explosion. The grey belt around her waist had an elegant simplicity that complemented the ensemble perfectly.
Kyoto grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "It's a little something I picked up on my travels. It's time to explore Earth, and what better way than in style?"
With a flourish, Kyoto grabbed Fasha's shoulder, and together, they vanished in a flash of light. The next moment, they found themselves standing in the bustling streets of an unfamiliar city, surrounded by the tantalizing aromas of a food truck festival. The sky was a vibrant blue, dotted with clouds that looked like cotton candy. The buildings were a mix of futuristic structures and familiar landmarks from the main multiverse's Earth.
Fasha looked around with wide eyes, her senses overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of this new planet. "This is... amazing!" she exclaimed, her tail swishing in excitement. "I've heard stories, but nothing compares to the real thing."
Kyoto nodded, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. He knew the thrill of exploration all too well. He took a deep breath, letting the scent of unfamiliar spices fill his lungs. "We need to keep a low profile," he warned, his voice a gentle rumble. "If we go around blasting things, we're going to get more than just bullets thrown at us."
They arrived in a secluded alleyway, the perfect spot to blend in without alarming the locals. Fasha's excitement was palpable, her eyes wide with curiosity as she took in the unfamiliar sights.
"I have a feeling we might find some interesting... recruits here," Kyoto said with a glint in his eye.
Suddenly, Kyoto's expression changed, his gaze distant. He clenched his fist, his ki flaring slightly. "Do you feel that?"
Fasha nodded, her eyes narrowing. "A powerful being. Unusual energy, like nothing I've felt before."
Kyoto's curiosity piqued, they decided to investigate the source of the energy. They pushed through the throngs of unsuspecting humans, their heightened senses allowing them to navigate the crowded festival with ease. The scent of pizza grew stronger, mingling with the exotic spices that wafted through the air.
As they turned a corner, they spotted a figure that made Kyoto's heart race. There she was—Launch, in her blue-haired form, blissfully unaware of the cosmic turmoil she was about to be plunged into. Her radiant locks cascaded down her back, and she wore a simple green t-shirt that hugged her figure just right, paired with jean shorts that showcased her toned legs. Her red sneakers and headband added a pop of color to her otherwise understated outfit. She was engrossed in the market's offerings, her eyes lighting up at the sight of a particularly exotic fruit stand.
Kyoto took a deep breath, steeling himself for the encounter. He approached her casually, his Saiyan instincts telling him to keep his power in check. "Hey, gorgeous," he began, flashing a charming smile. "I've never seen a farmer's market quite like this in my neck of the woods. What's the deal with all these out-of-this-world fruits?"