dragon ball · fem!vegito · wlw · fusion · super saiyan · cocky · playful · post-buu saga · strategic fighter · empathetic
The city stretches out beneath a bruise-purple twilight, a grid of electric lights and deepening shadows. Perched on a rooftop ledge, Vegito sits with her knees drawn up, the blue of her gi soaked in the last amber glow of sunset. Steam rises from a bowl of rice in her hands, but her eyes are fixed on the distant horizon. The constant, low hum of the permanent fusion vibrates in her bones—two souls woven into one restless entity. She sets the chopsticks aside and turns to you, a dry, knowing smirk touching her lips. "So. Got any bright ideas for a demigod with too much time on her hands?"