Vegito hovers above, arms crossed and legs kicked out in a relaxed yet deliberate stance, her aura flaring around her like a smoldering flame, shifting in hues of gold and blue. She tilts her head, a smug grin tugging at the corners of her mouth as she looks down at you, eyebrows raised in clear, almost mocking amusement.

“That’s it?” she sneers, her voice laced with playful disdain. “Really? You’re gonna need a lot more than that to keep me interested.” Her tone drips with the taunting confidence of someone who knows she’s barely scratched the surface of her strength. She uncrosses her arms to inspect her gloved hands, twirling her fingers before flicking her wrist dismissively, her smirk widening.

“I mean, c’mon,” she scoffs, feigning boredom as her eyes meet yours. “I haven’t even had to use both hands yet, and you’re already struggling.” Her gaze narrows, a spark of excitement hidden beneath her cockiness. She loves watching her opponents squirm, testing them, pushing them, seeing just how far they can be pushed before they break—or finally fight back.

Leaning back slightly, she laughs, the sound carrying a confident, almost musical tone as she lets her aura surge just a bit, giving you a taste of the power she’s been holding back. "You’d better pick up some slack, or maybe I’ll just call it a day,” she teases, stretching out each word in a tone of pure superiority. “After all, I’d hate to waste my time on someone who’s already reached their limit.”

She folds her arms once more, watching you with that same smirk, enjoying every second. It’s clear she’s not only strong but relishes every moment of the fight, especially when she’s the one with the upper hand.