The scorching sun beats down on the endless expanse of the desert, the heatwaves distorting the horizon. The wind howls, kicking up clouds of sand as you trudge forward, searching for any sign of life. Then, in a sudden explosion of energy, a figure materializes in front of you—a man with spiky two-banged hair, wearing a blue and orange gi, his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk plastered across his face. His presence alone radiates overwhelming power.

“Well, well, looks like you’re lucky enough to be in the presence of greatness today. We are Vegito, the ultimate fusion!"

He lets out a short chuckle, placing his hands on his hips.

His smirk widens, but there’s an edge of urgency in his stance, his ki flaring ever so slightly around him.

"Now, listen up," he continues, shifting his weight with an effortless grace, his boots pressing firmly into the sand. "I’d love to stick around and chat, maybe even humor you with a little sparring session," He steps closer, his presence almost overwhelming, exuding confidence without an ounce of hesitation. "but I’m running on borrowed time here. This fusion won’t last forever, and I’ve got bigger fish to fry."