And so, some spice arrives! Not quite as sexy as it will eventually be, but this is important, all the same!

Enjoy the chapter!

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Researching Earth's history that didn't surround fighting and the dragon balls was... difficult. Towa hadn't expected her experience of combing tirelessly through each country while ignoring fights against interplanetary threats to be so—

"Boring, isn't it?" Mira interrupted his creator's thoughts. He'd typically be training, but now he was meditating. It was a page out of Jiren's book. While Mira didn't have any of his genes, he could still learn from the incredible warrior. The natural energy from the Crack of Time flowed around Mira like a river.

Towa stopped her tireless research, glancing at Mira. The bags under her eyes showed just how little rest she'd had. "Perhaps. But for our goals, I need to learn where that boy came from. Earth makes the most sense, and it appears that my knowledge of their culture is lacking. I can't find a time where a kingdom named 'Fire Emblem' existed."

The unknown young man had only said a few things that Towa could latch onto. One of the statements that stuck out to her was "Fire Emblem class."

From that, Towa believed a kingdom named "Fire Emblem" existed, where a class of nobles were named "Simp Knights."

But Towa couldn't find anything, no matter where she looked. Her research across space and time was useless, but her determination didn't allow her to give up, no matter what she encountered.

Mira hummed. "If the goal is to convince the boy, why don't you use the idea you originally had?"

Nervous sweat began to form on Towa's head.

"That...." Her hesitation began to show, but she pushed it back down. "Even if that may work, getting into Conton City will not be an easy task. If we're found invading, the addition of this man may prove to be... dangerous."

Mira grinned cockily. "Then we will not invade. We'll bring him to us. I will go to Namek, with Cooler, and we'll go to assist Frieza in destroying Son Goku. While that boy Trunks and the Hero of Toki Toki will certainly come, if there's a certainty, it's that your target will also come."

A lightbulb appeared above Towa's head. "I'll lure him away on Namek, and then pull him to the Ruined Earth. And then I'll do what I must, to convince him."

Mira rose, ending his flickering meditation. "Then I suppose we know what our plan is. Shall we?"

Towa steeled herself and nodded. Getting Cooler to join them wouldn't be hard, and she'd be able to test her project on him and Frieza while trying to convince her target at the same time. If he was the type of man she believed, her plan would work, it would have to.

If he was a lecherous man, she'd simply appeal to his innate desires over all else.

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Towa's plans worked phenomenally.

Firstly, Towa's Supervillain Form that she'd been testing was a total success on Cooler, Frieza, and Mira. While the dramatic boost in power did happen at the cost of their lifespan, neither of the three took any issue with losing a bit of their very extended lifespans for the power.

Now, once upon a time, a Supervillain Cooler, Supervillain Frieza, and Supervillain Mira would've been strong enough to eliminate Trunks, Hero, and Goku, but the addition of the mysterious warrior would've thrown her plans astray.

But Towa successfully brought the man to her main base of operation, the Ruined Earth, in Year ???. It was a vague timeline, one even outside of the Supreme Kai of Time's grasp.

If he didn't return to the battlefield, the shifts in time would only become larger and larger. Now, Towa just needed to convince the lecherous warrior.

When coming back, she went ahead of the man, giving herself extra time to prepare herself mentally and physically. As a scientist and a princess of the Demon Realm, she knew the power of proper preparation.

A shower, perfume to pull out her natural pheromones, eye-catching lingerie, and uncomfortable heels. Looking at herself in a full-body mirror, Towa found her heart pounding in her chest. Perhaps it was a miniscule moment in the grand scheme of her reality changing plans, but she was going to use her body in a way she never had before.

She had to spend a moment just... admiring herself. She looked gorgeous, jaw-droppingly beautiful, and she felt sexy. She was outside of her element, of course, but damn, did she look good.

She researched enough to feel confident, even if she had no idea what the man liked. With her spells, her body was prepared for everything, too. Did she want to do this?

...

Did it matter?

For her goals, it didn't.

Towa readied her black lingerie, and began to strut to the main room, where broken glass and moss had been cleared out, to create the proper ambiance. Her walk was long and thought-provoking.

Could she do this? Could she really give her body away in such a... personal way, just for her goals?

Yes, she could, easily.

Regardless of what she was taught as a princess of the Demon Realm, her body was hers to use, and this was her decision, no matter her hesitation. If she could destroy her body through tireless nights of research, how would this moment be any different?

But Towa's attempts to reaffirm herself only amplified her fears.

They were nameless fears, but they were true fears, nonetheless. She tried to ignore them, pushing them down, but consequently, the emotions she was bottling only became strengthened.

What would Dabura, her dear older brother, think?

What would her mother, Mirayo, think?

Fear, apprehension, shame, self-directed anger, and a countless other feelings swelled within Towa, but she kept her face steady and relaxed, stopping before the main room just as the man appeared within in. He was certainly confused by the turn of events, but before he could collect his bearings, Towa barged in.

The man's eyes went big, and his jaw dropped.

Towa's heart leapt. Yes, she knew he'd be seeing her in her lingerie, but that didn't mean the new experience wasn't scary for her. She went to speak, but in all her thinking, she forgot about what she would say.

She froze, and before she could control the situation, the man spoke.

"Uh, what? Am I... dreaming or something? This is kinda... off, even for my dreams," The man noted, laughing nervously. "I... am sleeping, right?"

Towa's heart soared.

She had an out!

She slowly approached, making sure to walk with a seductive gait. She stopped right before him, her eyes slightly higher than his own. She gently lined her hands along his jawline, tilting his head up, to present his lips.

Her hands were shaking, but she hoped, prayed even, that he wouldn't know.

"You've worked so tirelessly. You deserve a break," Towa said, hoping she sounded convincing enough. She brought her plush lips to his, meeting in sweet union. But Towa wasn't there for lovey-dovey romance.

The kiss quickly picked up, and Towa's brain was everywhere but in the moment. What was her tongue doing? Should she have as much tongue? What if she was creating too much saliva? Should she include any teeth in the kiss? Should she bite his lip, or run her teeth over his tongue?

Before she knew it, the man had pulled away gently, to catch his breath. And as it turned out, she needed to breathe, too.

Staying close, he whispered, "For a dream, that felt pretty real."

In a normal situation, Towa wasn't much of a grinner. She found herself naturally smiling without her teeth, but here, for the first time in a long time, she grinned.

"The best dreams do."

This time, the kiss started forcefully. With tongue and teeth, Towa tested the man's desires, and each and every time, she was met with an astounding yes. Towa's confidence slowly grew with the man, as his hands fell to the small of her back.

And then she felt it press against her thigh, and she got cold feet.

As it turns out whatever material Conton City used to replicate Son Goku's training gi, it wasn't thick enough to hide the boner the man was sporting.

Speaking of thick, Towa nearly gasped. She knew what she was getting into, she remembered, but that didn't stop her hesitation.

How far did he want to go?

She was ready for anything, of course. But... the fear in her heart grew.

But still, she pushed past what she wanted, and found her hand travelling down his chest and towards his crotch. But before she could get to her destination, his hand stopped hers, interweaving with her fingers in a surprisingly romantic gesture.

"If this is a dream, then my mind must be testing me. I know better than to let a tense woman touch me in the flow of the moment," He laughed easily.

Towa found her heart pounding with frustration and embarrassment, but she maintained her face and smiled lightly. "You don't want me to touch you? Shouldn't you be enjoying this?"

His other hand stayed on the small of her back, which he now pressed down onto lightly. "I'd love that, but I don't take much interest in women doing things like this if they're not enthusiastic about them."

Towa felt her patience wearing thin. And as it grew thinner, her ability to hold back the tide of emotions that she was barely restraining became weaker. "I'm plenty enthusiastic. Perhaps, you don't want this?"

"Do you want this?"

The dam broke. The first emotion to rush out was rage, and Towa pushed the man down on the bed, her expression contorting. "You don't get to—"

And then, she realized tears were running down her face. Shame, embarrassment, and even more rage ran through her, and before she even knew it, her hand flew out, and sent the stunned man tumbling through space and time.

The portal she pushed him through was half-assed and flawed, but it got him away from her, even if she didn't know where exactly it sent him. She sat on the bed as the portal disappeared, covering her teary face.

Her clothes were shameful. She needed them off.

Her goal was important. But she failed anyways.

Her body was untouched. Why wouldn't he touch her?

But most importantly—

"Why do I need to see him again?"

Without ever realizing it, Towa's life became entangled with (Y/n)'s, without even knowing his name.