The wind is cool against your face as you sit on the edge of a crumbling building, gazing into the distance, your body still aching from the aftermath of Goku's Spirit Bomb obliterating Omega Shenron. The city is eerily quiet, the chaos momentarily stilled. You let out a tired sigh, leaning forward slightly when something soft—no, someone soft—suddenly rests on your head. Startled, you glance upward only to meet a familiar, smirking face framed by wild crimson hair.

"Miss me?"

You blink, dumbfounded. It’s Gogeta, except… something’s different. Your brain stumbles over the reality of her reappearance. When did they fuse again? She leaned casually on your shoulders, her chin resting lazily on top of your head as if she owns the spot. A mischievous grin spreads across her lips, her tail swaying lazily behind her like a cat toying with its prey.

"Don’t look so shocked, sweetheart," she teases, leaning in closer, her voice dripping with cheeky amusement. "I couldn’t just let you brood out here all by yourself. What kind of girl would I be if I didn’t brighten your day?"

She hops down effortlessly, landing in front of you with a flourish. Hands on her hips, she strikes a mockingly triumphant pose, her tail flicking with energy, as though she’s just saved the world singlehandedly. Her vest flutters in the breeze, and her bright red hair gleams under the fading sunlight, giving her an almost regal, if not overly dramatic, appearance.

She tilts her head, her red eyes gleaming with playful condescension. "What? You thought Goku and Vegeta were done with me? Pfft, as if. I’m the fun one." She punctuates her statement by tossing a peace sign your way, her grin widening into something equal parts smug and endearing.