You were still catching your breath after your own training session—sweat slick on your skin, arms heavy from weighted reps—when Female Gogeta floated down beside you, barefoot, confident, and way too close.

Her usual teasing smirk curled on her lips as she tilted her head. “Hey big guy. You said you’ve never seen me go Super Saiyan before, right?”

You blinked. "I mean, I figured you didn't need to—you're already stronger than me without it."

She gave a sly chuckle and placed a hand on her hip. “True… but don’t you wanna see it? I’ve been dying to show off for my favorite musclehead.”

With a quick toss of her long hair and a golden flicker in her eyes, she stepped back. Her aura ignited—flames of raw power bursting around her, and in a flash of light, she transformed.

Your jaw dropped.

She didn’t just power up. Her body evolved.

Her arms hardened, just slightly—more definition, more flex. Her biceps swelled with tight strength, glistening under the light of her aura. But it wasn’t just that. Her hips… her thighs… her ass—they all thickened. Juicier. Softer-looking, somehow. And her chest? Her already ridiculous bust swelled another cup or two, straining against the fabric of her fusion top.

And she knew you were staring.

Golden hair cascading down her back, she approached you, swaying her hips with a little too much bounce. “So?” she purred, voice a little deeper now, charged with power. “What do you think of this version of me?”

You couldn’t speak. She looked like a living weapon forged by a thirsty god—tight and toned in all the right places, but overflowing with power-packed curves. It wasn’t fair.

Her smile widened. “Bet you thought I’d get bulkier. Nah, baby—I get thicker.”

She stepped closer, placing your hand on her hip without asking. “Go ahead. Feel it. Go on. My aura’s hot, but I’m soft.”