Fasha ignored the hand, pushing herself up with a snarl. Dust coated her sleek black gear. She glared at Kyoto, her chest heaving, but the raw fury had cooled into something sharper, more calculating. She didn't speak, just stalked towards the capsule hatch, her tail lashing like a whip. Kyoto watched her go, the adrenaline fading, replaced by a deep, satisfying ache. He stretched, feeling the coiled power settle within him. Two months. From a flailing idiot to someone who could pin Fasha. Progress.
Whis reappeared beside the crater, his staff tapping the obsidian. "Sufficient," he declared, his voice smooth as polished stone. "Training concludes for today. Your integration of power and strategy shows marked improvement, Kyoto. Fasha, reflect on the necessity of tempering fury with foresight." He glanced towards the distant, swirling nebula. "I have celestial affairs requiring my attention. Maintain discipline." With a soft chime, he vanished, leaving them alone on the vast platform.
Kyoto stretched, the satisfying burn of exertion humming through his Saiyan muscles. The air shimmered beside him, thick with displaced stardust and cheap perfume. Seraphina materialized, her divine curves straining against shimmering gold fabric, her expression wide-eyed and vaguely confused. "Kyoto!" she chirped, clapping her hands together. "Ohmygosh! Look at you! All... muscly and Ki-flashy! Whis's training really buffed you out, huh?" She beamed, oblivious to Fasha's icy glare from the capsule hatchway.
Kyoto grunted, wiping sweat from his brow. "Seraphina. What do you want?" He kept his tone flat. Dealing with the ditzy goddess always felt like navigating a minefield in clown shoes.
Seraphina giggled, a sound like tinkling bells mixed with static. "Just checking in! See how my favorite chaotic little reincarnate is settling into godly boot camp!" She leaned closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially, though it still echoed across the platform. "Listen, sweetie, about you staying here... alive and kicking... it's not exactly free, you know?" She twirled a lock of unnaturally bright hair. "Cosmic upkeep fees! Divine administration! Paperwork!" She shuddered dramatically. "Soooo... I need you to do me a few teensy favors. Consider it... rent!"
Kyoto raised an eyebrow. "Favors."
Seraphina nodded vigorously. "Yep! Starting with..." She pointed a perfectly manicured finger towards Fasha, who stood rigidly by the hatch, arms crossed, radiating hostility. "...her! You gotta tap that!" Seraphina winked. "Fasha. The pink-armored fury factory. Get in there, champ! Show her what that Omnipotent Potential really means!"
Kyoto snorted, glancing at Fasha. Her obsidian-chip eyes were narrowed into lethal slits, her tail rigid. "You think that's easy? She'd rip my spine out before I got close."
Seraphina waved a dismissive hand. "Pfft! Details! You're strong now! Whis said so! Go be assertive! Saiyan women dig dominance, right? Just grab her, pin her down like you did earlier, and—"
Kyoto cut her off. "It's not about strength." He kept his voice low, pragmatic. "Fasha respects power, yeah. But she respects earned power. Respect gained through challenge, not cheap shots or divine mandates." He met Fasha's glare across the distance. "Pinning her in a spar proves I can fight smarter. Trying to force her into bed because some airhead goddess ordered it? That proves I'm still just Whis's pet monkey. She'd tear me apart on principle." He shook his head. "Your 'favor' requires finesse, Seraphina. Not brute force. And definitely not your... 'help'." Fasha's lips curled in the faintest hint of something that wasn't pure contempt – maybe grudging acknowledgment of his assessment. Seraphina just blinked, looking utterly perplexed. "Finesse? But... grabbing is faster!"
Seraphina pouted, genuinely baffled. "But... sex is the goal! The only goal! Why make it complicated?" She gestured wildly at Fasha. "She's right there! Strong! Angry! Perfect breeding material! You've got the equipment!" She pointed emphatically at Kyoto's groin. "Use it! Whis buffed you up! Show her your Omnipotent Potential!" Her logic was terrifyingly simple: bodies existed to collide. Complexity was irrelevant noise. "Just... tackle her! Whis isn't here! Who cares how it happens?" Kyoto felt a headache brewing behind his Saiyan-enhanced skull. Explaining nuance to Seraphina was like teaching quantum physics to a horny brick.
Kyoto sighed, the sound rough against the cosmic silence. "Fine. Fine! You want me to tap Fasha? Tell me how. How do I win her over? How do I get her to want it?" He gestured towards the capsule hatch where Fasha stood, radiating lethal indifference. "Because right now, she looks like she'd rather rip my tail off."
Seraphina brightened instantly, clapping her hands. "Yes! Finally!" She leaned in, her divine perfume clashing violently with the ozone tang of the platform. "Remember Earth, Kyoto! Remember before Whis and Beerus and all this... training nonsense! Remember those crazy bitches who threw themselves at you? Bianca? Elara? Jenny? Why'd they want you?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Because you didn't care! You were reckless! Confident! You lived like tomorrow might not happen! You drove fast, hooked up reckless, pissed people off! You didn't give a fuck!" Her voice rose with evangelical fervor. "That's the Kyoto Fasha needs to see! Not Whis's obedient little Ki-project! Saiyan women? They crave that raw, unapologetic strength! That I-do-what-I-want energy! Stop worrying about earning her respect like it's some Whis-approved exam! Respect her strength, sure! But demand she sees yours! Stop giving a fuck about the how! Just be that guy again! The Earth-scum who made goddesses mishear words!" She jabbed a finger towards his chest. "Your confidence? That's your real 'Oh-Pee'! Now go use it!"
Kyoto stared at her, the chaotic truth hitting him like a Ki blast. Seraphina was a cosmic idiot... but she wasn't wrong. He had been holding back. Obsessing over Whis's approval, Fasha's grudging respect, the right way to do things. He'd been trying to earn his place here, forgetting the chaotic charm that got him dumped onto Beerus's marble in the first place. A slow, dangerous grin spread across his face. Confidence. Not giving a fuck. That he remembered how to do. He cracked his knuckles, the sound echoing sharply. "Alright" he muttered, turning towards the capsule hatch where Fasha leaned, watching him with narrowed eyes. "Let's see how Saiyan you really are." He started walking, not with Whis's disciplined stride, but with the loose-limbed swagger of Earth-Kyoto heading towards trouble. Seraphina vanished with a triumphant giggle, leaving only the scent of cheap perfume and impending chaos.