Kyoto couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal at the sight of Marron's barely contained assets. He had to admit, even though she was a bit of a ditz, she had a natural allure that was impossible to ignore. Fasha, on the other hand, couldn't help but roll her eyes at the blatant display of flesh. She was used to Kyoto's wandering gaze, but Marron's carelessness was something she had to get used to.
"Looks like someone's enjoying themselves," Fasha quipped, nudging Kyoto with her elbow. Kyoto chuckled, unable to tear his eyes away from Marron's body. He knew he had to get used to sharing him with his growing harem, but it was moments like these that made it clear how much of a challenge that would be.
Fasha, noticing Kyoto's arousal, decided to lay claim to him in a playful yet possessive manner. She stepped in front of him, her Saiyan pride flaring up. "Hey, those are my boobs to ogle," she said with mock anger, her tone playful despite her words. Marron turned around, her eyes lighting up at the sight of them.
Kyoto chuckled, placing a hand on Fasha's shoulder. "Don't worry, Fasha. There's plenty of me to go around." He looked over at Marron, his skepticism growing as he sensed something unusual about her energy. Despite her lack of combat experience, there was a strange aura of power emanating from her that was difficult to ignore. He wondered if she was hiding something.
Fasha huffed but stepped aside, watching Kyoto approach Marron with a mix of curiosity and jealousy. Marron, blissfully unaware of the tension, beamed at Kyoto, her cheeks flushing as she felt his gaze on her. "Hi, I'm Marron!" she said, waving her hand awkwardly. "Nice to meet you!"
"Hi, Marron," Kyoto replied with a smirk, his eyes flickering with amusement. "You're not from around here, are you?"
"Nope! I'm from south city! It's a fun place with lots of yummy food and pretty things!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. "What about you?"
Kyoto chuckled, enjoying the stark contrast between Launch's fiery spirit and Marron's carefree nature. "I'm Kyoto, an ancient saiyan warrior".
Marron's eyes widened. "Oh wow! That's so cool!" she said, her voice filled with genuine wonder. "But why are you dressed like that?"
Fasha couldn't help but laugh at Marron's innocent question. Kyoto glanced at her, his smile widening. "Well, I wanted to make a good first impression."
"Oh, you totally did!" Marron said with a nod. "But why do you guys have tails?"
Fasha rolled her eyes, while Kyoto patiently explained the Saiyan biology. Marron's curiosity was boundless, and she fired off question after question about their powers and origins. Despite her apparent naivety, Kyoto sensed an underlying strength in her.
"Marron, have you ever felt the desire to be as powerful as we are?" Kyoto asked, his tone sincere but light.
"Oh, I don't know about all that," she giggled, fidgeting with the hem of her bikini. "I just like fun adventures, you know? Like finding the best ice cream in the world!"
Fasha couldn't hide her exasperation anymore. She facepalmed, mumbling something about the end of the universe. Kyoto watched her with a knowing smile. He saw potential in Marron's boundless optimism and adventurous spirit. Maybe she wasn't a skilled fighter yet, but that could be changed. Plus, her lack of tact and surprising strength could be quite entertaining in battles to come.
"Show me this 'pretty' power," Marron begged, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
With a smirk, Kyoto raised his hand, palm facing outward. A glowing blue ki began to form in his palm. It grew into a small sphere before he released it, shooting a ki blast towards the ocean. The water vaporized on impact, leaving a crater and a cloud of steam. Marron's eyes widened in amazement.
"Wow, that's... incredible!" she gasped, clapping her hands together. "How do you do that?"
"It's all about harnessing your inner power," Kyoto said, his voice filled with confidence. "Ki is universal. With the right training, anyone can be as strong as we are."
Marron's eyes sparkled with excitement. "So, you'll teach me?!" she squealed, bouncing up and down.
Fasha rolled her eyes, but Kyoto nodded with a smirk. "If you can keep up," he teased.
Marron's excitement was infectious, and Fasha couldn't help but find her enthusiasm entertaining, despite her skepticism. "Fine," she sighed dramatically. "But if she gets us all killed, I'm blaming you, Kyoto."
Marron looked at Fasha with wide, innocent eyes. "What? I won't get us killed! I'm super strong!" She flexed her arms, and Kyoto couldn't help but chuckle at her display of 'strength'. Fasha raised an eyebrow, unconvinced.
Just as the playful banter between Fasha and Marron was reaching a crescendo, Launch's blue-haired form appeared, and she stepped into the conversation with a beaming smile. "Hi, I'm Launch!" she said, her voice as cheerful as her expression. "I'm thrilled to have some new faces around here. This is going to be a blast!"
Fasha couldn't help but roll her eyes, knowing all too well the kind of 'blast' Launch was referring to. The Saiyan was notorious for her explosive temper and love for violence. "You have no idea what you're signing up for, do you?" Fasha quipped, her voice laden with sarcasm.
Marron giggled, her cheeks turning a rosy shade of pink. "Nope, but you guys are all so strong and cool!" She looked at Kyoto with stars in her eyes, "And Kyoto's hot, so I'm down for whatever he's down for!"
The group teleported back to the palace, the scenery around them morphing into the grandiose splendor of Kyoto's bedroom. Cheelai and Gine were lounging in his bed, their casual attire a stark contrast to their usual warrior garb. Cheelai, wearing just a bra, had an egg in her mouth and was speaking around it as Gine, in leggings and a tank top, listened intently. They both looked up at the sudden arrival, their expressions a mix of surprise and curiosity.
"Oh, Kyoto, you're back!" Gine exclaimed, her voice filled with warmth. She jumped out of bed, revealing her athletic figure, and gave him a welcoming smile. Cheelai swallowed her egg before speaking, "And you brought guests!"
Fasha's eyes narrowed at the sight of the two half-dressed women in Kyoto's bed, while Launch's gaze flitted around the room, taking in the luxurious surroundings with a greedy glint in her eye.