Guardians

"Alright," I began, pointing to a spot on the crystal table. "I want to create a planet of blue-skinned humanoids with red eyes and fangs, as fierce and as untamed as the universe itself." The table responded to my touch, and a blue sphere began to coalesce before me. "And let's make this a grass world," I added, imagining vast fields and rolling hills, teeming with life.

The planet grew more defined, its surface a rich tapestry of emerald greens and deep blues. The angels watched with bated breath as my creation took form, their eyes wide with wonder and perhaps a hint of fear at the sheer power on display. "But wait," I said, a devilish smile playing on my lips. "Let's throw in some ice lands, just to keep things interesting."

With a flick of my wrist, a chunk of the planet began to cool, the greenery receding to make way for gleaming white ice sheets that stretched as far as the eye could see. Jutting out from these frozen wastelands were towering spikes of crystal, their points piercing the sky like the teeth of a titanic beast. "There," I said, satisfied with the stark contrast. "A planet of extremes, a place where the fiercest creatures could thrive in both heat and cold."

Macarita watched with wide eyes, her hands clasped before her. "So, what about the Saiyans, Lord Kyle?" she asked, her voice filled with excitement. "Will you be placing them in this universe?"

"Ah, the Saiyans," I mused, stroking my chin thoughtfully. "my own race" I said, a mischievous twinkle in my eyes, "I think I'll save them for later. Maybe Universe 6 or 7. I want to keep a few surprises up my sleeve."

For hours, I worked on Universe 1, my mind a whirlwind of creation and destruction. With every thought, every whim, new planets took shape. I conjured fiery worlds where molten lava flowed like rivers of gold, and on those fiery lands, I spawned beings of living flame. I formed gas giants, their skies a swirling maelstrom of color, and on their moons, I crafted species that could survive the most crushing of pressures. There were desert planets with sand so fine it sang in the solar wind, and there, I placed creatures that slithered and danced across the dunes, leaving intricate patterns that could be seen from space. And of course, there were the water worlds, their oceans teeming with life so strange and terrifying it would make the bravest of mortal sailors weep in terror.

But it was the aggressive warrior races that truly called to me, the ones that made my blood sing with the echoes of ancient battles. I crafted them in the image of the Saiyans I once knew, yet different enough to be unique. Some had four arms, others had horns that curved like the moon's crescent, and some had tails that whipped with the fury of a tornado. Each race had its own planet, its own culture, and its own destiny to forge. I watched them evolve, their societies blossoming or withering under the harsh hand of war and conquest. It was glorious, a never-ending battle royale across the stars.

As the final touch, I created a race of beings with the power to harness the very essence of the cosmos itself. They were the guardians of this universe, the Celestials. With skin the color of freshly forged steel and hair that flowed like the auroras of a thousand worlds, they were the embodiment of beauty and might. Their eyes were like twin stars, and their voices could shatter mountains with their power. They were my personal army, sworn to protect my creations and enforce my will.

Vados stepped closer, her gaze intent upon the new beings I had brought to life. "Lord Kyle, what divine guardianship will you establish for these universes?"

"Guardianship?" I echoed, turning to face her. "What do you mean?"

Vados' expression remained unreadable. "The old gods had a system in place, my lord. Each universe had a god of destruction to maintain balance."

I leaned back in the throne, my arms folded across my chest. "I don't need a god of destruction. I don't need a system that's been around since forever. This is a new era, and I'm going to do things my way."

Vados' expression remained neutral, but I could see the wheels turning in her head. "Very well, my lord. As you wish."

With a wave of my hand, I conjured a new decree. "The Supreme Kai's will no longer be mere figureheads. I shall imbue them with enough power to rival the gods of old. They will be the hands that guide the destinies of their respective universes."

The angels gasped in unison, their eyes widening with shock and awe. It was an unprecedented move, one that would shake the very foundations of the cosmos. Yet, as the idea took root in my mind, I knew it was the right one. The Supreme Kai's would be my emissaries, my enforcers of peace and balance across the multiverse.

"Each Supreme Kai will have their own apprentice," I continued, "a young, promising individual who will learn the ways of the cosmos and one day take their place. And they will be served by a legion of lesser Kai's, who will handle the day-to-day affairs of the universe. This way, I can ensure that the balance is maintained without the need for unnecessary destruction."

Macarita's eyes sparkled with excitement. "That's brilliant, Lord Kyle!" she exclaimed, her voice a heavenly chime. "You really are a genius!"

Her words warmed me, filling me with pride. It was a system that made sense, one that didn't rely on chaos and destruction to maintain order. "Thank you, Macarita," I said with a smile. "Now, let's get to work. We have a multiverse to organize."

The creation of the Kai World in Universe 1 was a task that required meticulous planning and execution. The planet I chose was a verdant sphere, lush with emerald grasslands that stretched to the horizon. It had a single continent surrounded by vast oceans, their waves lapping gently against the shore. The air was fresh, unblemished by pollution or the scent of battle, a stark contrast to the harsh realities of the rest of the cosmos.

With a thought, I teleported us to the surface of this new world, my heart racing with excitement. Vados and Macarita materialized beside me, their expressions a mix of wonder and apprehension. The moment our feet touched the ground, the very earth beneath us trembled, acknowledging the presence of a being of such immense power.

The planet was breathtaking. The sky was a canvas of swirling blues and purples, with stars so bright and numerous they looked like a sprinkle of diamond dust. The air was warm and thick with life, carrying the sweet scent of blossoming flora that painted the landscape in a riot of colors. The ground was a vibrant green, the grass flowing in the wind.

With a gesture of my hand, I began to mold the landscape. The grass grew taller and greener, forming a path that led to a spot where I envisioned my grand palace. The very earth shifted and grew beneath my will, rising up into an epic structure that would serve as the central hub for my guardians. It was a colossal, gleaming bastion of power, its spires piercing the heavens like the fingers of a giant, eager to pluck the stars. The walls were made of a crystalline substance that pulsed with the heartbeat of the universe itself, and the windows were vast, allowing the beauty of creation to fill every room.