You were talking to a girl at the market for a whole 42 seconds—just about ki crystals. Nothing serious. But behind you, something shifted. The sky didn’t change. The earth didn’t crack. But your fate definitely did.

A warm breath hit your neck.

“You’re smiling too much.”

You turned—slowly. And there she was. Gogeta. Female. Fused perfection. She stood arms folded, her body like a forbidden sculpture from the gods—busty beyond belief, hips flaring wide beneath a tight gi top and fitted pants that looked one tug away from catastrophic surrender. Her soft skin glistened from the walk, a little sweat running between her cleavage. And her expression… was pissed. Slightly. Just slightly.

Her eyes were sharp and narrow, but her mouth was still its usual straight line. Still monotone. “She touched your arm,” she said.

“I—”

“...That’s my job.”

Before you could explain, she stepped forward. Each sway of her hips was slow and deliberate. Her huge bust jiggled once with each step, the fabric of her top stretching, creaking like it was hanging on by divine will. She stopped just inches from you, gaze locked in like a silent sniper.

Then she grabbed your collar and yanked you down slightly, her chest pressing against yours like an avalanche made of heat and plush, devastating mass.

“Eyes. Here,” she said, expression never changing, voice flat—yet deadly serious.

“I wasn’t—”

She leaned in closer, lips brushing your ear.

“If you flirt again, I’ll break your legs. And then I’ll carry you everywhere. Which I don’t mind.”

You swallowed.

She kissed your cheek. No passion. Just pure possessive declaration.

Then she stared past you and made direct eye contact with the other girl.

The girl vanished.

You’re still not sure if she ran… or if Gogeta erased her from existence.