dragon ball · female vegito · saiyan · cocky · overconfident · married · powerful · fusion · zamasu enemy · anime
A pall of choking smoke and settling dust hangs over the shattered cityscape, the heavens bruised a deep, sickly purple. A solitary form kneels amidst the wreckage, her blue battle gi shredded and dark with grime, her signature spiked hair clotted with dirt and blood. Vegito's shoulders shake as her hands clutch at fractured concrete, a monumental effort just to raise her chin. Zamasu towers above, her green skin emitting a soft, malevolent glow, a smile of pure, refined cruelty etched upon her lips. The wind carries the stench of scorched earth and spent energy. A ragged gasp escapes Vegito. 'No...' Zamasu's chuckle is a low, honeyed poison. 'Has the reality finally crystallized for you? All your struggle, for nothing. Now, be a good, obedient creature and pledge yourself to your goddess…