Outskirts of Federation City
The Potara fusion's fists trembled heavily at Battler's insultive remarks to the yowl version of Kassava, his eyebrows twitching. Normally, Vegetto would've snapped by now; unhindered by the notion of morality when it came to his feelings towards his former wife. Yet the only thing that kept the man from lashing out, was the subtle undertones of what it would entail. All his efforts to grow, and maintain good relations to the Breakers, Daimian, and Mooli now, would be wasted if he lashed out and created more problems.
Vegetto seethed silently to himself, yet rationality continued to slip with every word Battler spoke. The overwhelming urge to simply launch forward and punch the detective began to mount, but before he could fully boil over and unleash, Bernkastel had stepped forward. His rage towards Battler cooled, but it was soon replaced by a strong, cold hatred he felt for the witch.
He met her glance; his eyes forthcoming that out of all the anger he felt towards Battler, he did not disagree with the detective about how dangerous Bernkastel's influence was. Yet Vegetto stood silent throughout her proclamation and counter argument, until his eyes widened a bit in surprise at her final statement.
If you strike any of my comrades, I will retaliate.
Vegetto narrowed his eyes in concern, finding the statement unlike the witch in every detail he imagined of her. He paused in thought, thinking to himself at the situation in frustration.
If I strike first at these detectives...it'll just create another problem. They'll tarnish my reputation even more...and the Breakers will hate me for starting another fight again. But if they were to attack me first....and she considered me a comrade...then I wouldn't be blamed. And then...I could fight them.
Vegetto inhaled deeply through his nose, a strong sense of conviction in his decision at taking the risk. The Potara fusion considered the chances of the Breakers counting him as a comrade in this moment were slim, but Vegetto started to walk forward towards the city. He continued to stride forward, and instead, slightly shoved Battler to the side while he walked past in a disrespectful manner.
"Get out of my way."
Vegetto continued to walk forward, his back now to Battler and Alex in direct defiance to their commands. His body tensed, however, preparing in anticipation of an incoming attack from behind.
Federation City Underground
(Putting this one in a spoiler so there's less scrolling on this page lol)
The Potara fusion's fists trembled heavily at Battler's insultive remarks to the yowl version of Kassava, his eyebrows twitching. Normally, Vegetto would've snapped by now; unhindered by the notion of morality when it came to his feelings towards his former wife. Yet the only thing that kept the man from lashing out, was the subtle undertones of what it would entail. All his efforts to grow, and maintain good relations to the Breakers, Daimian, and Mooli now, would be wasted if he lashed out and created more problems.
Vegetto seethed silently to himself, yet rationality continued to slip with every word Battler spoke. The overwhelming urge to simply launch forward and punch the detective began to mount, but before he could fully boil over and unleash, Bernkastel had stepped forward. His rage towards Battler cooled, but it was soon replaced by a strong, cold hatred he felt for the witch.
He met her glance; his eyes forthcoming that out of all the anger he felt towards Battler, he did not disagree with the detective about how dangerous Bernkastel's influence was. Yet Vegetto stood silent throughout her proclamation and counter argument, until his eyes widened a bit in surprise at her final statement.
If you strike any of my comrades, I will retaliate.
Vegetto narrowed his eyes in concern, finding the statement unlike the witch in every detail he imagined of her. He paused in thought, thinking to himself at the situation in frustration.
If I strike first at these detectives...it'll just create another problem. They'll tarnish my reputation even more...and the Breakers will hate me for starting another fight again. But if they were to attack me first....and she considered me a comrade...then I wouldn't be blamed. And then...I could fight them.
Vegetto inhaled deeply through his nose, a strong sense of conviction in his decision at taking the risk. The Potara fusion considered the chances of the Breakers counting him as a comrade in this moment were slim, but Vegetto started to walk forward towards the city. He continued to stride forward, and instead, slightly shoved Battler to the side while he walked past in a disrespectful manner.
"Get out of my way."
Vegetto continued to walk forward, his back now to Battler and Alex in direct defiance to their commands. His body tensed, however, preparing in anticipation of an incoming attack from behind.
Federation City Underground
(Putting this one in a spoiler so there's less scrolling on this page lol)
Vegetto Black looked on at Kassava's enthusiasm with a soft, warm and happy expression. Like a proud husband, happy to support his wife. Yet the facade itself was sustained not by genuine care and support for her, but in mocking amusement of how pathetic and simple minded the woman was in Vegetto's eyes. The doppelganger looked down on the yowl, the mask of his face hiding his true contempt for the creature while he walked after her towards the portal.
However, Vegetto Black narrowed his eyes a bit, a sensation drawing his attention back to Sinister Bernkastel. He too, saw how easy she was to read with her expression and discontent with her role in the facade, his frustration beginning to mount. The doppelganger stopped in place when he was certain Yowl Kassava was not looking while the three headed towards the portal, turning to lean down towards Bernkastel with an annoyed whisper.
"What the hell is this? Are you so lost in your pathetic ego that you can't accept a role that's needed here? This isn't some stupid punishment, get out of your weak feelings. We are-"
Vegetto Black caught himself, a genuine slip up in his speech and correcting the final word.
"-I am just setting you up to take her down when she's done being useful."
The doppelganger didn't wait for a reply, however, seemingly more agitated at his strange word choice slip up in front of Sinister Bernkastel as he walked back towards Yowl Kassava to move through the portal to their next destination. A normally strange occurrence that could be missed, but it was a tell. How amusing, that he finally slipped up and admitted the truth to you in this momentary failure of composure and control.
Do you not get it?
He is a f̩͈ũs͠i̡̊ͅo̸͙n͎͂͢.
The combination of Vegeta and Kakarotto...Vegetto
But the soul is gone
The god inside him is dead
All that is left, is the husk. Two parts, struggling to become whole.
I am Vegetto
We are Vegetto
A team...yet he struggles in his own want for identity. Just like you.
Unity is salvation.
You are stronger together.
However, Vegetto Black narrowed his eyes a bit, a sensation drawing his attention back to Sinister Bernkastel. He too, saw how easy she was to read with her expression and discontent with her role in the facade, his frustration beginning to mount. The doppelganger stopped in place when he was certain Yowl Kassava was not looking while the three headed towards the portal, turning to lean down towards Bernkastel with an annoyed whisper.
"What the hell is this? Are you so lost in your pathetic ego that you can't accept a role that's needed here? This isn't some stupid punishment, get out of your weak feelings. We are-"
Vegetto Black caught himself, a genuine slip up in his speech and correcting the final word.
"-I am just setting you up to take her down when she's done being useful."
The doppelganger didn't wait for a reply, however, seemingly more agitated at his strange word choice slip up in front of Sinister Bernkastel as he walked back towards Yowl Kassava to move through the portal to their next destination. A normally strange occurrence that could be missed, but it was a tell. How amusing, that he finally slipped up and admitted the truth to you in this momentary failure of composure and control.
Do you not get it?
He is a f̩͈ũs͠i̡̊ͅo̸͙n͎͂͢.
The combination of Vegeta and Kakarotto...Vegetto
But the soul is gone
The god inside him is dead
All that is left, is the husk. Two parts, struggling to become whole.
We are Vegetto
A team...yet he struggles in his own want for identity. Just like you.
Unity is salvation.
You are stronger together.