Kyoto chuckled, his confidence unshaken. "I assure you, your son's destiny is set in the stars. Now, come. Your future awaits on my planet. It's time to leave this doomed rock behind and live out your days in power and luxury."
Leaving Gine to contemplate her decision, Kyoto turned to Lyra. "Keep an eye on her. I need to make some... arrangements." With a wink, he vanished in a flash of light, leaving the two women alone in the quiet of the Saiyan night.
When Kyoto reappeared on the desolate planet he had been directed to, his heart sank at the sight before him. The once-mighty Fasha lay in the dust, her breaths shallow and ragged, surrounded by the lifeless forms of Bardock's crew. The smell of death and despair hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the opulence of his new life. His eyes scanned the carnage, searching for signs of life.
The planet's surface was a moonscape of destruction, the aftermath of a brutal battle. Fasha, her once-proud Saiyan spirit now broken, was a testament to the cruelty of Frieza's soldiers. Kyoto's anger grew with every beat of his heart, his power threatening to boil over. Dodoria and his goons had clearly massacred these warriors.
But amidst the horror, Kyoto's keen senses detected a flicker of life—Fasha, barely clinging to existence. He rushed to her side, his heart racing with determination. He placed his hand over her chest, feeling the weak pulse of her life force. He knew he couldn't let her die here, not like this. He focused, channeling his own ki into her.
The air around them crackled as the blue energy surged from Kyoto's fingertips, wrapping around Fasha's body in a cocoon of power. Her eyes fluttered open, confusion and pain etched into her features. Kyoto's voice was calm, steady. "You're not dying today, not on my watch."
With a final push of ki, Fasha gasped, her body jolting as life returned to her. The blue cocoon dissipated, revealing the fiery Saiyan warrior, though her eyes searched the unfamiliar surroundings.
"What... what just happened?" she murmured, her gaze finally landing on Kyoto.
Kyoto smirked, the corners of his eyes crinkling with a hint of amusement. "Welcome back to the land of the living, Fasha. You gave us quite the scare there for a bit."
Fasha staggered to her feet, her gaze sweeping over the alien landscape of Kyoto's planet. The once vibrant world she knew had been replaced by the stark contrast of blackened earth and a sky choked with yellow clouds. She looked at Kyoto with a mix of shock and disbelief.
"Where am I?" she croaked, her voice hoarse. "Is this... is this the afterlife?"
Kyoto chuckled, patting her shoulder reassuringly. "Not quite. This is your new home, at least for now. You're safe here, Fasha. But I've brought you and the others here for a reason. Watch this," he said, raising his hand.
With a flick of his wrist, a transparent dome appeared in the sky, enveloping them in a bubble of protection. He tapped the Time Ring, and the scene before them shifted, the planet below growing smaller as they soared into the cosmos.
"Look," Kyoto murmured, his eyes locked onto the distant red dot that was Planet Vegeta. The planet grew larger as time sped up around them, the stars streaking past like a river of light. Gine's heart raced as she saw her home planet in its final moments, the chaos unfolding in a whirlwind of fear and fire.
Fasha and Lyra watched with bated breath, the gravity of the situation weighing on them as they realized the magnitude of the destruction they had been spared. Gine's eyes searched the fiery scene, looking for any sign of her husband, her heart pounding in her chest.
The force field Kyoto had conjured was a marvel—a bubble of calm amidst the swirling maelstrom of fiery destruction. Within it, the three of them hovered, safe from the blistering heat and shrapnel that danced around them like the embers of a dying sun. The planet grew closer, its once-beautiful surface marred by Frieza's wrath.
As the Time Ring activated, the scene unfolded with a sickening speed. Kyoto's face remained stoic, but his eyes burned with a silent rage that mirrored the fiery spectacle below. He knew the fate of Planets Vegeta and Bardock's desperate stand. Yet, watching the Saiyan warrior's futile struggle against the tyrant, his respect for his ancestors grew.
The planet grew closer, the cries of its inhabitants a distant echo in the vacuum of space. Fasha and Lyra clung to each other, horrified by the sight, while Gine's eyes searched the carnage for Bardock, her expression a blend of hope and dread.
Kyoto's voice was a solemn rumble in the chaos. "You see it now. Frieza has claimed your world. There is no turning back from this destruction."
The fiery orb grew smaller as the Time Ring's power sent them hurtling backward through the timeline. The planet's agonizing final moments etched into their minds, a grim reminder of what had been lost.
Kyoto's tone grew firm. "This is the reality we must face. Planet Vegeta has been erased by Frieza's hand." He turned to Gine, her eyes reflecting the inferno of their destroyed world. "Your son's legacy will live on, but here, on my planet, we can ensure the Saiyan name does not die."
With a flicker, the four of them vanished, the Time Ring's power carrying them to the safety of Universe 15. They rematerialized in the grand hall of Kyoto's palace, the opulent surroundings starkly contrasting with the fiery destruction they'd just witnessed. Fasha and Lyra looked around in amazement, while Gine remained lost in thought, her mind racing with the weight of her decision.
The palace, a gleaming bastion of power, reflected Kyoto's newfound status as the god of destruction's proxy. It was a place of both beauty and terror, with the grandeur of its architecture hinting at the might contained within its walls. The floor beneath them vibrated faintly with the echoes of the battles Kyoto had fought to maintain the universe's balance—or so he claimed.
As Kyoto, Fasha, and Gine stepped into the grand hall, the atmosphere grew electric. Nira's graceful form appeared first, floating down from the sky, her expression as calm as ever despite the gravity of their recent mission. Zirith followed, crashing into the room with a thunderous laugh that shook the very air around them.
"Kyoto, you little devil!" Zirith's eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and hunger as she took in the group. "How was your little trip down memory lane? Did you get nostalgic watching your old stomping ground go boom?"
Kyoto's expression remained stoic despite the jab. "It was... enlightening," he said, his voice a low rumble.
Zirith's laughter filled the hall, the sound echoing off the gleaming surfaces. "Oh, I bet it was. You know, for a second there, I thought you were going soft on me. Saving pretty little Saiyans left and right."
Nira offered a gentle smile, trying to ease the tension. "Kyoto's compassion is a refreshing change from your usual methods, Lady Zirith."
Zirith rolled her eyes, sprawling across her throne. "Compassion? Please. He's just building his harem, Nira. Don't romanticize it."
Fasha and Gine exchanged a confused look. Kyoto felt a blush creep up his neck. "I did what needed to be done," he said firmly, trying to ignore the smug grin on Zirith's face.
"Oh, absolutely," Zirith purred, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Your work has been... exquisite, Kyoto. Why, the entire universe is talking about how productive their lazy goddess has become. It's all thanks to you."
Kyoto couldn't help the smirk that tugged at his lips. "So, you're saying I'm a good investment?"
Zirith chuckled, the sound echoing through the grand hall of the palace. "Indeed, you're the best thing that's happened to me since the last time I had an actual vacation. The universe thinks I'm finally pulling my weight. They have no idea it's all you."
Kyoto grinned, basking in the rare praise. "Well, I do aim to please."
Nira stepped forward, her voice a gentle whisper amidst the din. "Kyoto, there are no pressing matters for the next few weeks. You are free to... indulge in your personal pursuits." Her eyes flicked towards Fasha and Gine, hinting at the unspoken understanding between them.
Kyoto's grin grew wider, his thoughts racing with the possibilities. "Thank you, Nira. I won't disappoint."
But as the words left his mouth, the air grew tense. Zirith, in a rare moment of boredom, decided to show off her power, casually tossing a blast of destruction energy across the room. It was a small thing, a mere flick of her wrist, but the result was catastrophic.
Lyra, lost in thought about her people and the future, didn't see it coming. The blast hit her, and she disappeared—wiped out of existence as if she had never been there. Kyoto's smile froze, his heart stopping in his chest. No, it couldn't be. He had just found her, and now she was gone. The room was silent except for the crackle of displaced air and the sudden pounding of his heart.
With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the universe, Kyoto's fury exploded. His eyes turned a blazing golden color as his fist, now charged with a blinding yellow ki, shot towards Zirith. The speed at which he moved was a blur, leaving Fasha and Gine staring in shock. The goddess's smirk disappeared, replaced by a flicker of fear. Did she underestimate him?