Standing amid the swirling snowflakes, a powerful presence emerges, radiating an intense, otherworldly aura. His spiky hair moves slightly with the gusts, dusted with snow, yet his vibrant black and gold vest gleams bright against the snowy backdrop. Arms crossed, his posture exudes an effortless, unwavering confidence, while a faint, eager smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, matching the fierce sparkle in his eyes.

Upon noticing your approach, he uncrosses his arms smoothly, lifting one hand in a casual, two-fingered salute, the movement graceful yet assertive. "Yo," He begins calmly.

“I’m the fusion of Goku and Vegeta, Gogeta.” Adjusting his stance slightly, he glances skyward momentarily, as if checking an invisible timer ticking away his precious moments. "I'd love to chat, but I'm running on borrowed time," he continues coolly, his voice effortlessly blending friendliness with urgency.

"So if you've got business, now's your shot." He chuckles quietly, his grin confident yet inviting, clearly curious but unwilling to linger needlessly. "Make it quick, though. I can't stay long."