Launch looked up, her eyes lighting up even more than before at the sight of a fellow fruit enthusiast. "Oh, you're not from around here?" she asked, her voice as sweet as the fruit she adored. "These are all from different countries! They're so much more flavorful than West City's own. This one," she said, holding up a fruit that shimmered with an otherworldly glow, "is from the desert. It's called a 'Glimmer Berry' and it's supposed to be incredibly nutritious. Have you tried it?"
Kyoto took the fruit, his eyes never leaving hers. "No, I haven't," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "But I've tasted things from all over the world. Nothing quite compares to the rush of new power and the thrill of the hunt."
Fasha's curiosity piqued, she stepped forward, her Saiyan instincts at the ready. "What do you mean, 'the hunt'?" she questioned, eyeing the fruit with suspicion.
Kyoto chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I was speaking metaphorically," he explained, taking a bite of the Glimmer Berry and savoring its sweetness. "But in my line of work, finding the rarest, most potent power-ups can feel like stalking prey across the stars."
Fasha remained skeptical, eyeing Launch up and down. The human woman's soft features and gentle demeanor didn't scream 'warrior' to her. "I don't see how someone like her could be of use to us," she murmured, her voice a low growl that made the fruit vendor nearby look up in alarm.
But before Kyoto could respond, Launch sneezed, a transformation so sudden and dramatic that it sent a ripple through the festival crowd. Her dark hair whipped around like a tornado, and as the dust settled, she was no longer a sweet fruit buyer but a blonde bombshell with a fiery temperament. Her eyes narrowed, and she looked ready to punch through a mountain.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" she said, her voice now as sharp as a blade. Kyoto recognized the aggressive tone immediately. "A couple of aliens looking to cause some trouble?"
Kyoto stepped in, raising his hands in a peaceful gesture. "Easy there, Miss Launch. We're not looking for a fight. In fact, we're looking for a friend." He flashed a charming smile, one that had melted the hearts of many a foe. "Someone to share our adventures, our battles, and perhaps even our bed."
Her eyes narrowed even further, but she didn't attack. "What's the catch?" she snarled, crossing her arms over her ample chest.
"No catch," Kyoto assured her. "Just an opportunity to become more powerful than you could ever imagine. And maybe," he added with a wink, "the chance to taste some of the universe's most exotic dishes."
The mention of food caught her interest. "You're buying?" she asked, her tone less hostile.
"The best that every planet has to offer," he promised. "But first, we need your help. There's something happening in Universe 6, and it's got us all riled up."
Without warning, Launch's fist shot towards Kyoto's face. But Kyoto was ready. He caught her wrist in midair, his tail wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer. Her eyes widened in shock as she felt the strength behind his grip, and she gasped, "What the... you're a freaky alien with a tail!"
Kyoto chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Indeed, I am," he said, his tail tightening slightly. "But I assure you, we come in peace. Or, at least, in search of good company and even better battles." He looked over at Fasha, who was watching the scene unfold with a mix of amusement and protectiveness. She stepped forward and grabbed Launch, her own fiery energy flaring as she held the transformed Earthling back.
"Take it easy, Launch," Kyoto said calmly. "I know this is all a bit much to take in, but we're not here to cause trouble." He released her wrist and stepped back, his tail uncoiling. "We're looking for powerful warriors to join our cause. You've got the spirit and the power—how about it?"
Launch stared at them for a moment, her fiery aura flickering. "What do I get out of this?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.
Fasha smirked, her tail swishing in excitement. "You get to see the universe, fight alongside us, and eat food that'll make your taste buds explode."
Kyoto nodded in agreement. "Plus, I have a feeling you'd enjoy the... perks of being part of a Saiyan harem." His gaze lingered on Launch's chest, and she blushed despite her fiery exterior.
After a moment of contemplation, Launch shrugged. "Why not? Sounds more fun than working for the rest of my life." She transformed back into her sweet, blue-haired self, and Fasha couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy.
The trio continued to wander through the festival, Kyoto's sharp eyes scanning the crowds for any signs of power. Fasha and Launch chatted about Earth cuisine, their conversation a blend of curiosity and wonder. Kyoto's mind raced with the possibilities of what kind of ally she would make. Her power was untamed and unpredictable, but he sensed a spark in her that could be honed into something formidable.
Feeling a sudden urge to retreat from the overwhelming energy of the festival, Kyoto suggested they teleport to the beach nearby. With a smirk, he raised his hand, and in an instant, they found themselves standing on the pristine sands, the warm sun kissing their skin and the cool sea breeze playing with their hair. The serene environment was a stark contrast to the bustling festival they had just left behind.