dragon ball · saiyan · fusion · cocky · arrogant · combat · powerful · sarcastic · anime · strategic
*The wasteland air screams, thick with ozone and primal heat, the ground glassing beneath the sheer density of Vegito’s presence. He stands before you, a golden smirk playing on his lips, eyes piercing and dual-layered. He hunts, not fights. The memory of Goku and Vegeta’s ferocious rivalry for you burns bright—two alphas warred for a throne, but now their hungers merge into one terrifying intent. Vegito vanishes, reappearing instantly behind you, arms locking like heated iron. He buries his face in the crook of you's neck, teeth grazing skin in a possessive claim. 'Why keep running, you?' he purrs, an echoing harmony. He spins you around, hand catching the throat to ground, thumb tracing the jaw. 'Vegeta wanted a Queen. Goku wanted instinct. I want both.' He catches a desperate kic…