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Selective 18+ Canon Divergent Gogeta & Vegito

[fxsiondance]

"You struggled with just one of us, how about two!"

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"You struggled with just one of us, how about two!"

[sevenwxshes]

Are you going to return to your db blogs eventually?

This was kind of the thing I was dreading. In long story short? I don't think I will be returning to my DB blogs besides one (will not specify which) because of a certain harasser, and overall, in the time I've been on my multimuse, the people I've met through HSR, a large majority have been far more kind than those I met in the DB side of Tumblr. Not that there weren't good friends I made over there, but as it stands, I think I might just drag them over to my multi.

[iobartach]

Watch him tap the sign that says;

Welcome to the Spider Society, please enjoy your stay.

But pay for your own *JAMN food!

*yes, he really means jamn, 2099 lingo is strange

[fxsiondance]

Oh he sees the sign. Certainly he does. However he seems to be preoccupied with his own home cooked meal. He just used the microwave to heat it up. Thanks.

[fxsiondance]

"My normal state is Super Saiyan. Is that what you are trying to figure out?"

[fxsiondance]

Resist. Laughter. Must. Resist.

[fxsiondance]

"I swear, Roaches the lot o' em."

[iobartach]

@fxsiondance [vegito] // continued from; loosing credit by the second 💀

There isn't much that he could do or say to change the current situation. Vegito was a guest, who was permitted to stay in and around the Society, on a temporary basis, along with the other Fusion. But, what had been intended to be a simple act of hospitality had seen his deposits of credit take a substantial hit, burned through at a rapid clip as he played catch-up with the male's voracious appetite.

"Somewhere between those topics, I think." Right around the same time as Miguel realised... something needed to change, before the sum total of his wealth -- and Alchemax's profits -- were spent solely on procuring more food. Pinching the bridge of his noise for a moment, he exhaled a frustrated sigh before firmly grasping a stray thought, sharing it aloud.

"But since you don't seen to express a preference, can I persuade you to eat something from other sources?" It didn't take much for the Spider to guess that the other had anticipated hearing such a story. Hence, as a mark of respect, as well as avoiding wasting either of their time, he kept rambling on. "There's bound to be alternatives available. I can help track down some options for you if you wish."

[fxsiondance]

"A shouda left this to Goggie."

It's a muttered comment under the ungodly being's breath. Truly, sure, he wasn't much of an anomaly considering he somehow fit into his fucked up reality, the damn multiverse was the confusing shit. Especially given that he wasn't the type to cling to a filter, it was only the edges of his moral and mortality that he hadn't personally caused a few spiders to probably end up in more therapy than whatever the fuck they were getting. Yet even still, as the other expresses his frustration into a single sigh that said more than the words coming out of Miguel's mouth, ebony black tail flicking to the side, if only because the fur had been burnt too damn much over time, that now it might as well be coated like charcoal. Yet still, slowly ending up floating as he lets his arms cross over his chest, tilting just slightly to give the other the notion he was still listening. Just trying to think.

"I could. I've done so before. But that depends entirely on what other sources there are." Another flick of his tail as he sighs into a gloved hand, grumbling under his breath. "Saiyans burn through a lot of calories, I burn through twice that usually, which fuckin sucks. I've managed to fine-tune myself a little to where I can at least go a few days without eating before I go ballistic. Unlike others." The edge of his shoe taps against the ground before he hums. "If there was a way to pack a lot of calories into somethin', it would work. But I'm sure as shit not gourgin' myself on stuff that's gonna fuck up my body more than it already is."

"Cuz m' a whole nother animal when the starve kicks in."

[fxsiondance]

noooOOOOO NOT HIS COMICALLY SPIDER SIZED ORDER-

[fxsiondance]

What the fuck kinda anomaly was that?

[fxsiondance]

"I'm hardly a comedian. There's already too many clowns walking around. I'd like to remain away from that crowd."

[fxsiondance]

“I consider myself a fairly intelligent guy, but I’m not following you here.”

"Shit. Where'd a loose ya." The words tumble from his lips without any true fanfare, a genuine hiccup in his all but mindless rambling, on and on, like the chatterbox he could be, found himself being far more in the other's presence. Hell be damned he thought it froze over because the guy didn't ask him to shut up about halfway through and seemed actually interested. That's what he gets for beginning to ramble about the fact that the other was curious about his eating habits, more so the fact he'd been trying to avoid draining this poor shmuck's wallet least of all. The last thing the spider needed was to be using the cash for his hunger of all things, as fucked as it was. He'd been certain to omit certain things, about how dangerous a starving saiyan could be. He did not need the man making contingency plans for his ass in that category.

"Was it when I was explaining how we can basically eat anythin' or bout the jaws?"

[fxsiondance]

“When I die, I hope it’s during a stand-up routine — so everyone can say I killed it.”

[iobartach]

@fxsiondance [vegito] // continued from: sleep wins! 💤

When it came time for Miguel to locate a specific individual, it was usually for a singular purpose. That being, to pluck them out of their current reality, with the intentions of returning them to the reality in which they had originated from. Of course, this didn't always correlate with what a person referred to as home, but where the Society's leader was concerned, this carried little concern.

For he had a job to do, and he intended to fulfil it, no matter what.

Even so, he wasn't always successful, particularly in the case of matters involving the Fusion he'd been tracking. Reliant on his own tech to do so, rather than attempt to identify their unique ki signature, his search had brought him to a forested area, dense with enough foliage to obstruct the view from above.

After trekking for about an hour, he finds the male's prone form, but stays at a measured distance, trying not to disturb his rest as host of questions circulated around his head. Chief amongst them being what kind of emergency had drawn him to such a remote location? It was tempting to guess, an opportunity made possible given what he had learned about Vegito's history so far, but he preferred instead to hear it from the man himself.

And so, with this decision made, the Spider finds the nearest tree and takes a seat, pressing his back against its trunk as he commenced waiting for the Fusion to eventually stir.

[fxsiondance]

Each breathe is a rattling inhale, his body had caught up on at least a few hours of sleep before the arrival of the arachnid hero. Sprawled along the ground with faint grooves left in the soil, it had not been the most gentle of contact with the ground but it was more than enough to lull him into sleep. That fades quickly as he begins to rouse, not because of the other's arrival but because his ki lances to life, sparking across blades of grass and quickly traveling past the treeline. The fog in his mind is replaced with immediate alertness as the device strapped to his wrist flashes a bright red. An audible growl slips past his lips as he momentarily struggles to push himself upright, rolling onto his back before kick flipping up to his feet. No sooner does he accomplish that does the first one appear. The damn scouts that hounded his trail and refused to let up. He's exhausted. He wants nothing more than to loose their trail already and frankly with the low rumble in his stomach besides the one in his throat. He nearly salivates at the scent of blood. His gloved fist strikes across rugged stitched flesh and he watches as the bones fracture beneath his powerful strike. As long vicious claws snag at his arm and leave behind bloody lines of deep cuts. The adrenaline dulls the agony that would flare from torn into muscles but the pain would render much more soon enough as he launches into action. Tail appearing from beneath his sash and wrapping around it's neck, drawing it right back into his grasp before his jaws snap open and he plunges forward with his lengthened fangs. They rip into flesh as the demon shrieks in protest, clawing at him in a frenzy as he rips through sinew and flesh, until he meets the marrow and tugs. The cracking of bones as the demon shrieks in its death wail, near deafening to his heightened senses. He doesn't care as he rips the entirety of it's throat out with his fangs, pushing it back and watching as it crumbles to the ground, flailing and gurgling in it's final moments. Vibrant blue overtakes his features, it had from the start begun bleeding in through highlights in his hair and his eyes. Blood stains his mouth and his gloves as he watches in minor fascination at the scout's pitiful gasps for life, to watch it fade from eyes that reflected the abyss that tended to always stare back. He almost doesn't even realize the second one sneaking up behind him trying to succeed in the endeavor the other failed. Keyword being almost. He turns on an angle, ducking just beneath long claws and the crackle of electricity from his arm as the scorching hot bright ki sword appears, blue melting into it's acidic orange and yellow hues as he drives it right through their skull and slices them in half effortlessly. Beads of sweat rolling down his figure as he grasps onto a single arm and rips it from their twitching body.

He almost doesn't think as fangs snap down on the edges of fingers, ripping through marrow and flesh with a sickening crunch as he devours the entire hand to quell the rumble in his stomach, to soothe the whispers that beg for him to indulge more in the carnal instincts. Starvation wasn't pretty. It could lead to stupid things and with that, smearing the blood across his face, he sets forth to find a body of water to wash up.

"Stupid fuckin-" A string of curses spewing from his lips before he realizes something. A very faint ki signature and it's familiar. His head snaps in the direction of it, red dulling within vivid azure hues before he manages a humorless chuckle. Except his facial expression portrays all the agitation, exhaustion and frankly if he wasn't radiating anymore of a blatant 'fuck around and find out' aura he's sure the other might have drawn closer to the little squabble.

"Whatchu need? I'm not stayin' here if that's what 'ur worried bout."

[fxsiondance]

"M' a perfect replacement for if ya don't wanna hang out with yer dad. Fuck that holiday, lets get somethin' to eat instead."

[fxsiondance]

"Talk 'bout a dead audience."

[fxsiondance]

wow imagine collecting dust couldn't be me