#fxsiondance

[iobartach]

@fxsiondance [gogeta] asked; "Are you the one in charge here?"

Unannounced visitors were a fairly infrequent occurrence, with good reason; there wasn't a Spider wearing a dimensional gizmo that he hadn't personally recruited for the Society, but measures existed for those rare few who still managed to show up without prior invitation. Intruders, in as loose a sense of the term as possible, with unknown intentions.

"That's correct, yeah." The answer he provides is given promptly and without delay. He felt it was important to offer clarity immediately, fulfilling his role as leader to the best of his current ability as he kept the fighter within sight-- or at least, tried to. For whilst Miguel had been situated on one of the tower's various walkways that crisscrossed the Society's large interior, surrounded by a gaggle of confused Spider-People, the intruder, with hair aglow in a vaguely familiar shade of blond, floated in mid-air. some forty or so feet directly above his head.

And yet, despite this height advantage, Miguel subtly tilts his head back as needed, prioritising the seeking out of the stranger's gaze and holding it, without making eye contact. "Why don't you meet me down here, and we'll talk?" In his mind, should their intentions prove to be ruinous, this way they'll at least have an even footing to fight on at the very beginning, should matters come to that.

But he had no solid reason to suspect the unknown stranger of causing such damage, at least, not on purpose.

[kiealer]

“If you’re mad, why don’t you use your anger? Beat me at least once.” - Vegito

training turned tension starters

❝I'm already doing my best!❞ The hybrid growls, anger and resilience lifting her from the ground and brushing off the dust. Teeth grit and fangs are bared, fingers curled so tightly the knuckles turn white. Getting so worked up normally wasn't her inclination, let alone her intention, but her blood felt as though it were boiling.

❝I can't-- I'm not as strong as you, okay?! My power doesn't work like yours!❞

[sonchiildren]

@fxsiondance {☆}

Gogeta is certain he could scare the other. Just by sneaking up on him probably.

" — !!"

Well, their sudden appearance did definitely startle him just enough and caused him to jolt back when he noticed them. He supposed he should've expected this from them.

[zcnkai]

"You going to get serious or do I have to stop pulling my punches?" - Gogeta

Unprompted // Always Accepting! // @fxsiondance

"You're kidding...! Don't tell me you've still got more up your sleeve...?"

The power differential here was incredible, nothing but incredible - and just as he figured from a fusion like this, there was going to be no way he'd be able to match with raw power. But there was one way he could try and even the odds, just one. Already blown back into base form, he looked like he was going to give up, but really, he was trying to get himself back to his best. Whis wanted him to train it up anyhow. And he was going to have to hope the Vegeta in Gogeta would hold him back from just bursting back with the same.

Without the clouds of all these transformations fogging his mind, all this need to focus, a deep breath was taken inwards, the whole world beginning to black out, from his view. Everything but Gogeta, everything but the fight. Everything but the straight path. His power wasn't increasing at all, but his stance was gone - the wind around had become perfectly calm despite the aura of the two fighters remaining present. There is nothing but them, as far as they need be concerned. An awakening to emptiness. The pinnacle of technique.

"Alright... Round 2's yours. I'll try my best for round 3"

[munibani]

@fxsiondance sent : "I don't recall ever seeing you around before. Are you ally...or foe?" - Gogeta to Gamma

oh what a day it had been the the hero in blue . it had been an EASY day for him . crime was low , dr. hedo was bust working with bulma on a new invention that would be a fruitful Indeever for everyone who needed it ! that left free time for the gamma , && what better way then trying out new POSES !

after all a hero is never far without a pose ready ! you got to be a hero that is always in tune with what is needed ! your body pose just right , hands in the perfect position , even your legs angled in the right direction ! its so much that you need to do in order to really shine ! he would be a fool to not do so .

as he was spinning in the air , landing down and holding up one leg close to his waist , while the other stayed on the ground , he was practicing his SIGNATURE pose when he noticed a rather large spark of sudden energy spiking up . frowning the gamma held on to his scanner as see the energy coming towards him .

huh , this should be fun .

with his hand on his hip , he watched the new stranger show up . how strange that he can get some wild readings off of this one . from what he could gather , it was a crazy amount of ki that seemed to be burning within them . whats even stranger is that no NORMAL person would have that much in them . . . so what are they ? keeping his head up , angle to look at the other as he listened to the question directed at him .

❝ that depends on who is asking ! i could say the same thing to you too , pal . my readings tell me you are off the chart . but is it a good or bad off the chart , i wonder . . . ❞ as he spoke gamma #2 pulled out his plasma gun . pointing at them as he tilt his head . if this was a foe , he would not let em hurt anyone that breaths on this planet . ❝ what about you ? are you friend ? or are you foe ? ❞

[dyavol]

"Cmon! I wanna see how strong you've gotten." - Gogeta to Gotenks

Unprompted // Always Accepting! // @fxsiondance

"I'd take those words and swing 'em right back around to you!"

Keeping the goods under wraps was practically Gotenks' specialty - it's practically the rules of battle, appear weak when you're strong, and always keep a few dozen aces up your sleeve, always be ready to make a few dozen more on the spot. Always make them think the next trick is your last, always make them wish that. Buuuuut, who says you can't please a crowd while you're at it?

It was just sparring, where he'd been refusing to go outside of his father's level, but to cut through the hesitation, he had to remember what he learned so long ago: Don't look down.

All the energy he had been displaying before, was as a single droplet, in the vast oceans of energy exploding outwards now, azure and pure white tides intermingled, rolling lightning providing a heralding drum roll for the Baron of Beatdowns - clouds formed overhead in this wasteland, purified rain falling down, and with it, plants visibly growing from every rock and spire, real plants, a forest rapidly beginning to be born for miles and miles around beneath the very ground they stood upon.

"Ready to rock and roll?"

He was slowly walking forwards, or- was he? He only took a single step, and doubles of his energy signature and level began to continue the steps towards Gogeta, each step bringing a new double, marching towards him - his power hadn't diminished, but these tangible afterimages had it all just the same.

[acoldsovereign]

"You got a lot of bark, any bite to back it up?" - Vegito

Unprompted Message! // Always accepting!

The half-spiky, half-wavy haired woman chuckled at what she perceived to be praise. She was strange like that. She's been told similar things in the past. Her end of her brown, furry tail swung below her in low arcs, then in a circle--similar to an active lasso sailing through air. It was a sign that she was sizing up the enemy; she planned to utterly decimate them, make them kneel to her.

With the back of her hand, she wiped her cobalt blue blood from the corner of her mouth--and then spat out some more. She wasn't even an easy person to make bleed. Strength was taken into account, as well as skill and technique. Yet, even in the face of all this, she said,

"If you're asking, you've not been paying close enough attention. Keep on your eyes on me and you'll see who carries the fangs."

[otherworldlyki]

Contently permitting the Metamoran fusion to take the lead and guide him to a supposedly suitable abode, Vegetto follows in stark silence. Contrary to his usual behaviour—endlessly chatty and purposely goading—the muted state feels appropriate concerning the unusual situation he finds himself in. Not the first, being unusual himself, but definitely the most unbelievable. Alternate versions of people he knows back home holds a higher plausibility than another actual him plus more roaming freely. Plus separated creators? Something smells fishy, or he’s hoping it does. Irritating the thought, really. Commonly, his mind is impenetrably calm.

The abode they trek to is grandiose. Situated safely away from prying eyes and surrounded by this world’s natural beauty. While he isn’t one for fawning over decorative details, Vegetto can’t deny it looks good. Great, even. Homely… Snapping away from that heart-aching path, he hesitates to trail in after both hosts enter. Reservations of it being a convenient trap linger but the timely rumbling of his stomach at the promised food encourages him onward.

The immediate scent is heavenly. Food, cooked or otherwise, always smells divine. Especially home-made, which this seems to be. Hilariously, he can’t recall a single memory of either creator performing complicated acts in the culinary arts. Grilling fish (or otherwise) over an open fire doesn’t count. Stalling in the entryway, he too removes worn boots and situates them neatly by the door. That he closes also since he’s last to come in. Glancing around with vague interest, he uncovers nothing treacherous and grants himself a reprieve from being on edge constantly.

“Nice place you’ve got…” he murmurs aloud, mostly to himself but loud enough to suggest conversation. Following the other him unwarrantedly, Vegetto spies the odd Potara hanging off his ears being deposited on the table carelessly. It draws a hand up to touch one of his own, wondering if something differs there, too. So much here makes little sense.

Meandering around without any real direction, Vegetto’s chatty nature is once again elusive. Overwhelmed, perhaps, but he refuses to delve deeper into that cesspit. In quick succession, he’s distracted by the unquestionable banquet laying before them. Thoughts containing anything but devouring some plates are shoved back rudely and he takes a welcoming seat, eyeing up each morsal available. Brushing his gloved hands together absently to ward off any dust they collected, he all but piles his plate high with everything in reach.

Idly, amid enjoying some meaty treat, Vegetto hears the query regarding his name. Humming thoughtfully, he considers the pronunciation and shrugs after a short while. “It’s spelt V-e-g-e-t-t-o. The other names they considered when I was first made were embarrassin’, man. No flare, no grandeur, nothin’!”

Shaking his head in (mostly) playful despair, Vegetto resumes the consumption of the very nice, very filling meal before him. A strange allure of serenity threatens to fall over him, but he’s not daft enough to allow it. Friendly as they seem so far, he won’t put it below them to attack when he’s more open. More vulnerable. Weak…

Frowning, Vegetto finishes the meal in heavy silence. Help never comes free and he wonders what reward they seek. What debt they expect to be paid. Sighing gently, the cutlery he used is placed neatly over his well-used plate and his elbows come up to rest on the table. Linking his hands together, he leans forward enough to press his mouth against the back of them, essentially hiding the mild grimace settling in. “So, what’s the catch? No one’s nice for free. Why’re you helpin’ me?”

"Welcomin party, eh? That's a sentence." Dropping down to the ground, he looks over to Gogeta who exhales being the first to start walking towards the nearby dirt path. Both had worked on making a home of sorts, plenty of space for two occupants. The capsule home nearby suggests it only existed for a short time before it became more like you'd expect a trailer to be outside a house. Bulma had pestered them both to make a house fitting for themselves, while Vegito was more modern, Gogeta had a love for nature. Combining the two had been a bit difficult but they found a way to make it work. Vegito taking place to walk besides Vegetto, in-case the other tipped over during the fair distance trip. with the dance fusion leading the way, there's a relief at seeing the huge cottage up ahead. The lights still on because of Gogeta's hasty arrival to find him.

His arms stretch above his head once walking in, shoes left at the welcome mat. He can still smell the faint scent of the candles that had been lit, the cinnamon and vanilla mixed well together and with the food still out on the counter that had been cooked he suggests the other had been working on dinner before the other had popped up. Which the metamoran warrior walks over to reheat, turning on the stove and messing with the modern appliances like it was nothing. A skill all his own was definitely his affinity for cooking.

"Ya know I can help with it." The potara warrior muses, all the while reaching up for both earrings, a click from the mechanism and both fall into his gloved palms, placing them down onto the table. He's not aware of the look he gets from the other potara fusion because he's not at all focused on it. He snorts at the hasty no from the dance fusion, recalling how he'd somehow managed to burn toast which has them bantering, both chuckling at the memory of it, Gogeta's laughter is more quiet but the mirth is there.

"You can set the table and get stuff ready. It'll be done soon, I'm just reheating it." The food consisting of what looks like various types of pork, steak and what seems to be a seafood dish for Vegito. Multiple side dishes. It's an organized chaos with both maneuvering through the kitchen. Places and silverware set up, soon the table is decorated with all but a feast.

"Not my best cooking since I had to reheat it but hopefully it won't be horrible." It takes less than a few minutes of it being on the table for Vegito to offer his counterpart a seat and take one himself. All but digging into the seafood dish with renewed vigor. Gogeta is not as hasty with chowing down, seeming to go slower with it to savor the taste. He does pause halfway through before speaking up. "How should we address you, I assume there is some difference to the name. Vegito's name has the prominent I to it. So if we were to mess with the name a bit..." Finger tapping against the table before he speaks. "Would it be Vegetto then?"

There's a groan from Vegito, accompanied by the grumble of 'why does it sound more authentic than mine' more clearly joking around than anything.

[kxkarot]

Gogeta and Vegito have taken up most of the braincell, I currently don't have much muse for Goku so if you want to plot something with @fxsiondance message me over there.

[iobartach]

@fxsiondance strikes again, bc i've been reminded that THIS GUY

would probably be (one of) m.iguel's worst nightmares? 🤣

especially ;

in this form. since, y'know. reality bending and dimensional portals and what-not. 💀

[regulus-regent]

His aura flickering to life at the fusions words. His scowl deepened as he glared up at Vegito, the insolence of the fused warrior stoking the fire of his pride. "Oh I am perfectly capable, you arrogant bastard. And when I land that hit you'll be swallowing every smug word you've just uttered" With a sharp burst of energy, vegeta shot into the air, appearing directly in front of Vegito with a blink. "But you won't be quiet for thirty minutes. You'll be unconscious for hours!" he snarls as he launches a punch aimed at Vegito's jaw.

"If you can land an actual hit on me, I'll be quiet for at best half n hour. But that's if you think your actually capable." Arms still folded across his chest, the potara warrior was simply floating in the air, purposely floating just a ways above the other to force him to look up, to feel small in his presence.

[kiealer]

i want you to run, okay? run and don't look back. - Vegito

DRAMATIC & PROTECTIVE RELATIONSHIP PROMPTS

❝You want me to run?❞ The words exit more snappish than she intended, but she couldn't seem to help the instant flag of irritation that raised. ❝I'm not incapable, you know! Sure, I can't fight as well as you do, but I'm not useless!❞

Him simply being considerate of her wellbeing didn't seem to cross her mind, or at the very least, she was ignoring it. Somehow, he'd touched a nerve, perhaps even one she wasn't entirely aware of. The urge to press forward struck immediately, and without so much as a single piece of input, she's barreling forth, shooting past him and going on ahead.

[sonchiildren]

@fxsiondance {☆}

The secret option. Ruffle hair!! - Vegito

"Heehee, come on I just got it looking nice!!"

[munibani]

@fxsiondance sent:

"A bit overkill don't cha think there blondie?"

"Either aid the other fighters or make yourself useful."

"Who stole your breakfast this morning ya grump."

The two fusions banter cuts short, dodging a blast as Gogeta quickly rushes forward in a streak of brilliant gold to distract the enemy while Vegito makes his way over, quickly scanning over them. "Ya don't look worse for wear. Cmon while Goggie keeps em distracted."

It was a trio together that was saved by the rather interesting duo . One was a Namekian , one was a girl with blueish green hair , and the other looking like the spitting image of one of the pair that formed the fusion.

❝ hi ! im goku ! thank you for helping us ! you guys seem really really strong ! ❞ he gave the stranger a smile as he pointed at his two companies with him. ❝ that's Tsumuri ! he is really really strong too ! && thats bunny ! she's like a big sister too me ! ❞ the pair looked over at the fusion , Tsumuri keeping his guard up , his arms crossed around his chest – — while Bunny gave a small wave . They all had no idea where they were sent to , clearly trying to find one of the shadow dragon balls that had ended up sent here .

goku jr simply placed his heads behind his head following along as we watched the one called ' goggie ' fight the stranger . he was so strong ! the kiddo couldnt help but want to be just as strong like that one day ! ❝ hehe ! i dont think we have that many fighters back home ! maaa . . . . all this watching them fight is making me super hungry ! can we wait to get the shadow dragon balls ? i wanna eat ! ❞ he spoke as he started tugging on bunnys sweat pants . a child will always be a child . they have so much energy && clearly this little guy had so much that it was waiting to burst .

[dyavol]

"Oh that's right. You never got to see me before." - Vegito to Piccolo

Unprompted // Always Accepting! // @fxsiondance

The energy of a fusion was always something to behold, and it was always telling just who was part of it, not that the other was doing something to hide that. It was enough to set this demon at ease. Maybe. They weren't that easy to predict, so first impressions were about to be everything.

"That's right. Since you're here, from fusion to fusion, it's about high time I ask: How's it feel?"

[kiealer]

She stares, watching with bated breath, as he seemingly offers something of an open hand to her. He's at least remotely willing to trust her. Still, she's hesitant, as this is something she's never tried before. A beat passes, and she nods, timidly stepping forward. It was hard not to notice the color of the aura he emits, and it alarmed her -- not because she found him suspicious, but because she felt something may have happened to him. However, that isn't the problem she's here to fix, at the moment. She tucks the matter away in mind, for the time being.

❝Okay,❞ she commits. Her hand hovers above Vegito's shoulder, hesitating, before pressing her palm onto him. As always, energy peters out from beneath her hand, emitting an orange glow. Normally, it would seep into the form of the person she touches, but instead, it envelops him, turning his aura a light orange. Ninazu watches as the energy passes from Vegito onto Gogeta, instead pouring into the other man rather than the one she touches. Oddly, she feels different from normal, more strained. The process takes longer than usual, likely due to the strange method. It felt as if… Gogeta's wounds weren't the only ones she was healing.

❝Vegito, were you hurt, too?❞ She asks. ❝It normally doesn't take this long… and I'm not sure if it's because of how we're doing this, or if there's something going on with you, too.❞

She steps back quickly, reaffirming in his mind that her uncertainty was clear, there was a hesitance to trust on both sides but here she was willing to hold out her hand and keep trying to help even with all the mistrust thrown around. He sighs, a heavy deep one as she stammers on her words, pauses in between and seems to struggle to convey whats already so clear in her ki. She was willing to take the risk, jump head first and ask questions later. Something he never felt he could do after- well that didn't matter. He finally unfolds his arms before making his way to crouch down besides the dance fusion, gazing over him for a moment.

He gazes to her, tail sweeping across the floor before he beckons her over, offering a gloved hand for her to hold before setting his other hand on the dance fusions shoulder, his ki faintly leaking into an aura, disgust flashing in his eyes at the dark tint not even remotely hiding within it. He diminishes it after the sight, before looking to Ninazu.

"Try it." Is all he says. Contemplating further on the matter meant taking precious time and wasting it when there was things to do.