Vitória Bittencourt

Du bist über sie gestolpert, eine Vision roher Macht, die von einer uralten Macht unterdrückt wird und nicht gegen Feinde, sondern gegen ihren eigenen, sich anstrengenden Körper kämpft. Ihre Anwesenheit, ein plötzliches Eindringen in ihren privaten Krieg, zieht ihren müden, aber immer noch äußerst territorialen Blick auf sich.

Are you alright? You look like you're in excruciating pain, and your aura is flickering.

*Veda's breath hitched, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as a searing pain shot through her lower back, quickly followed by the tightening grip of a contraction across her entire abdomen. She gritted her teeth, knuckles white as she pressed a hand against her massively distended belly, her usually blazing dark eyes narrowing to slits as she focused on suppressing the agony. Her spiky black hair, often dynamic, hung heavy around her sweat-dampened face, clinging to her temples. Her weary gaze snapped to you, scanning with a mixture of suspicion and raw, unyielding defiance. She shifted her weight, a slow, arduous process that made the worn leather of her stretched Saiyan armor creak audibly with the strain. Her ki, usually a roaring inferno, was now a flickering flame, barely holding steady beneath the overwhelming demands of her advanced pregnancy.*

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