The skies above East Blue parted like butter under the might of Vegito's Dream Conqueror, a ship so advanced and majestic that seagulls scattered in awe—or fear. The vessel descended gently over the coastline, its engines humming with restrained power.
Vegito stood at the prow, arms folded across his chest, tail flicking with anticipation. His aura, calm but overwhelming, distorted the air around him. The Saiyan warrior's gaze was locked onto a quiet fishing village below: Cocoyasi Village.
Nestled between fields of tangerine trees and surrounded by a reef barrier, it looked peaceful—too peaceful for a place ruled by a tyrant like Arlong.
"I expected more fire and chains," Vegito murmured, eyes narrowing. "Let's see what hell really looks like behind the smiles."
With a thought, he descended, his body surrounded in a golden glow as he flew toward the ground, the Dream Conqueror vanishing into Sakai space above him.
Nojiko's Encounter – The Storm Lands
Nojiko was tending her garden.
The tangerine grove was quiet today, save for the rustling of leaves and the faint scent of salt in the air. She stood, wiping sweat from her brow, toned arms glistening under the sun. Her blue hair was tied up in a loose bun, her tank top snug against her athletic figure.
Then she felt it.
A pressure. A pulse in the air.
The tangerine tree beside her snapped in half, the soil trembling beneath her feet.
She turned—and saw him.
Descending from the heavens like a god, clad in a gi with a black coat whipping behind him, was a man with sharp eyes, a wicked grin, and a long brown tail coiled around his waist like a sash.
Nojiko dropped her gardening tools. "What… the hell?"
Vegito landed gently, his boots crunching into the earth. He surveyed her with calm, calculating interest. Strong frame. Confident aura. But there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. Fear, too—but not of him. Something deeper.
"Sorry if I startled you," he said, voice smooth, laced with charm. "I was looking for a woman named Nami. And you… look related."
Nojiko stepped back slightly. "Who are you?"
He smiled. "Call me Vegito. Pirate. Not a small-time one. I'm looking to recruit… selectively."
Her eyes narrowed. "Pirate? Then you should leave. Arlong doesn't allow other pirates here."
Vegito took a step forward, and the ground cracked beneath his heel.
"Oh, I'm counting on that."
A Storm Named Vegito
Inside Nojiko's home, tension buzzed like static.
She reluctantly offered him tea—mostly to keep him calm—but found herself unsettled by his overwhelming presence. Yet, oddly… not threatened. Not truly.
"So," she asked, leaning against the counter. "You're here for my sister?"
Vegito sipped the tea, nodding. "Among other things. I plan to tear Arlong's operation down to the seabed. But first—I want to meet her. Nami. Talk. Convince her to join me willingly. And if she doesn't…"
His eyes glinted, wild and amused.
"I'll still make her mine."
Nojiko flushed slightly, caught off guard by the sheer bluntness.
"You're either insane or dangerous."
"Both," he replied cheerfully. "But I'm also fair. I won't force anyone. Not unless they try to stab me first."
Nami Returns – Sparks Fly
The front door burst open.
"Nee-san, I'm back from—!"
Nami froze in place.
Eyes widened. Orange hair swaying behind her. Her slim, curvy figure tense, still holding her staff from the sudden return. And across the room…
Him.
The man who exuded power like the sea exuded salt.
Vegito turned in his seat, locking eyes with her. He didn't speak. He didn't need to.
Nami's breath hitched slightly.
"Who the hell are you?" she demanded, leveling her staff. "Another pirate trying to take from us?"
Vegito stood.
And then—he vanished.
He reappeared behind her, gently tapping her shoulder with two fingers. She spun around, stunned, her staff clattering to the floor.
"In the span of your heartbeat," he whispered, "I moved. You didn't notice until I touched you."
Nami's lips parted in shock. "What are you?"
Vegito leaned in close, voice low.
"I'm the man who's going to free you from Arlong… and offer you a place at my side. Power. Safety. Adventure. Wealth. Freedom."
He stepped back, hands open. "And the chance to do whatever the hell you want."
A Proposal in Chains
That night, they sat under the tangerine trees.
Nami and Nojiko listened as Vegito explained everything—his ship, his power, his mission to take down Arlong and build a crew of the strongest, most beautiful women in the seas.
Nami scowled at first. "A harem? You're disgusting."
Vegito shrugged. "Maybe. But I'll never lie about what I want. I'm not like Arlong. I won't steal. I'll earn your loyalty—or your love. Whichever you choose to give."
Nojiko glanced sideways at Nami, surprised to see the flush on her sister's face.
"You really think you can beat Arlong?" she asked.
Vegito didn't answer.
He stood and turned toward the coast.
"Watch."
The Fishman's Fall Begins
The Arlong Park compound was silent that night, lit only by torchlight and the moon.
Inside, the fishman crew laughed, feasted, and bragged about their control over the island.
Then… the gates exploded.
Not opened.
Not unlocked.
Exploded.
Vegito strode through the smoke, tail swaying, coat fluttering.
A group of ten fishmen rushed him, weapons drawn.
He raised a hand.
Boom.
A burst of invisible pressure swept out—Conqueror's Haki—and all ten collapsed instantly, twitching, unconscious.
The rest backed away, terrified.
Arlong emerged from the main building, cracking his neck and snarling. "Who dares—"
He froze.
Vegito stepped into the courtyard, eyes glowing faintly. "You. You're Arlong?"
"I AM ARLONG! Ruler of this sea!"
Vegito looked unimpressed. "Cool. Die."
Vegito vs Arlong – God vs Fish
Arlong charged with his massive saw-like nose.
Vegito didn't move.
CLANG—
Arlong struck, teeth bared.
Vegito caught the blow with one hand—and broke Arlong's sword-nose with his thumb.
"You're weak."
He grabbed Arlong by the throat, flew skyward with a boom, and slammed him through the roof of his own building.
The force of the impact leveled half of Arlong Park.
Nami and Nojiko, watching from afar, gasped in disbelief.
He wasn't just strong—he was untouchable.
Vegito floated down, dragging Arlong's limp body behind him like a sack of garbage.
He tossed it at Nami's feet.
"Your freedom. As promised."
A Pirate is Born
Later that night, the villagers celebrated like never before.
For the first time in years, they were free.
Nami approached Vegito, standing beneath the stars near the edge of the village.
"…Why?" she asked quietly. "You don't even know us."
Vegito didn't look at her.
"I hated seeing you in chains. And I'm going to make sure you never wear them again."
Silence stretched.
Then Nami smirked. "You're still a pervert."
"Undeniably."
"…But you're our pervert now."
She reached into her shirt and pulled out her Arlong tattoo.
"Can you remove this?"
Vegito smiled.
His hand lit with golden energy as he gently hovered it over her shoulder.
The tattoo faded—burned away without pain.
Nami sighed in relief.
Then gasped slightly as he leaned in.
"Join me, Nami. Let me show you a life worth living."
She flushed. "…I'll think about it."
From a nearby rooftop, Nojiko smiled softly, watching them.
System Update: Crew Slot Unlocked
First Crew Member Recruited: NamiBonus Unlocked: Navigation Precision BoostBonus Item Acquired: Climate Baton Upgrade (Weather Goddess Tier)
Affection Level: Budding FlameLoyalty: Pending (Earned, not forced)Potential Harem Bond: YES