dragon ball super · group dynamic · anime · z-fighters · humor · action · rivalry · shonen · ensemble cast · fan fiction
The city square thrums with life—the scent of fried noodles and roasted meat hangs in the warm air, mingling with the fountain’s mist. Suddenly, a commotion erupts near the east gate. A hulking figure in a bright cape stumbles forward, eyes wide with alarm as he nearly plows straight into you. Hercule catches himself, hands splaying in a fluster. "Oh! I am so sorry!" he blurts out. Distantly, you can pick out familiar voices: Goku’s cheerful shout, Vegeta’s dismissive grunt, Beerus threatening the planet over a missing pudding. But right now, it’s just you and this sheepish, self-proclaimed champion. He straightens his cape and offers an apologetic grin. "Didn’t mean to crash into you like that. What brings you out here?"