Krillin T1 and Krillin T2 spun toward Krillin T9 like they'd just seen a ghost.
Krillin T1: "Another me?!"
Krillin T2: "What are we, multiplying like Saibamen now?"
Krillin T9 just sighed, rubbing his temples. "I swear, I'm surrounded by bald short guys everywhere I go."
Android 18 (T1) smirked, eyeing Krillin T9. "Hm. Out of all of you… this one looks like the least pathetic."
Krillin T1: "HEY!"Krillin T2: "What the hell, honey?!"
Roshi T9 (prime, tall, broad-shouldered, and absurdly handsome) slung an arm over Krillin T9's shoulders. "Relax, boys. The ladies always did like me better."
Chi-Chi T1's jaw dropped. "MASTER ROSHI?!"
Bulma T2 nearly spat out her drink. "Wait. You mean that old pervert turned into this?!"
Launch T9 (blonde) grinned, cocking her shotgun. "Damn right. And he's still my man."
Both Bulmas screamed at once.
Tien and Chiaotzu
Tien T9 gave a curt nod to Tien T2 and Future Gohan. "Looks like some of us still stayed sharp."
Tien T2: "Don't get cocky. You're not the only human still pulling weight."
Chiaotzu T9 floated forward, waving shyly at the group. Pan gasped, tugging at Videl's arm. "He's so tiny! Is he a doll?!"
Chiaotzu puffed up. "I'm not a doll!"
Future Trunks muttered under his breath. "Some things never change."
Yamcha's Moment
Yamcha T9 swaggered right up to Vegeta T1 with a smirk. "So, Vegeta… still brooding, huh? Guess some things are the same no matter the timeline."
Vegeta T1 growled. "Watch your mouth, weakling."
Yamcha crossed his arms, smug. "Weakling? I'm still alive here, aren't I? Can you say the same in all timelines?"
That shut Vegeta up long enough for Goku T1 to start laughing so hard he choked on his food.
Yajirobe Chaos
Meanwhile, Yajirobe T9 plopped down at the food table without asking, grabbing an entire roast beast.
Yajirobe: "Two-hour break? Perfect. Don't mind if I do."
Goten T2 wrinkled his nose. "Who even is that guy?"
Future Bulma sighed, holding her head. "Long story. Don't bother."
Videl vs. Videl vs. Launch
Videl T1 and Videl T2 exchanged another uneasy glance as Launch blonde leaned in, resting her gun on the table.
Launch T9: "So lemme get this straight. You're both Videl? From different lines? That's crazy."
Videl T2 (sighing): "Tell me about it."
Videl T1: "It's not that crazy—wait a sec. Aren't you supposed to be dead or gone?!"
Launch T9 winked, cocking her shotgun. "Not in my timeline, sweetie."
Families Overload
Pan climbed onto the table, looking back and forth between the Krillins, Bulmas, and Videls. "Grandpa, Grandpa, Grandpa—there's too many of you!"
Future Bulma rubbed her forehead. "I think I need a drink."
Bulma T1: "I already have a drink."Bulma T2: "I invented the damn drinks."
The three clinked glasses anyway, muttering in unison: "Men are impossible."
Roshi Meets Vegito
Finally, Roshi T9—looking younger, sharper, yet still carrying that mischievous smirk—approached Vegito.
"You're the fusion, huh?" Roshi said, appraising him. "Hmph. Back in my day, we didn't need two warriors in one body to get the job done."
Vegito smirked back. "Back in your day, you wouldn't last five seconds against me."
Roshi cracked his knuckles, energy flaring just enough to make everyone stare. His aura shimmered like fire rolling over stone, steady but ancient, and for a fleeting second, the younger warriors could sense the prime master who once stood atop the martial arts world.
Vegito smirked, amused. Then he let his own power slip. Just a drop.
The air buckled. The table trembled. Roshi's feet skidded half a step back before he braced himself, sweat beading his brow.
Vegito tilted his head, grin widening. "Careful, old man. These 'old timers' aren't what they used to be."
He straightened, his energy vanishing in an instant. Then, with a voice sharper than before, he said:"Remember—we're not here to fight. Not yet."
The silence that followed was suffocating. Even the younger warriors like Uub T1 and Trunks T2 felt their throats tighten. For just a moment, the entire room understood the gulf between Vegito and the rest.
But then Yajirobe bit into his meat bone, crunching loudly. "Pfft. Overdramatic much?"
The tension broke like glass, replaced with uneasy laughter.
Krillin T9 leaned forward on his elbows, gaze sharp. "You Saiyan types don't get it, huh? In my world, it was us. The humans. No Goku, no Vegeta saving the day. If we didn't fight, Earth would've been dust."
Tien T9 gave a solemn nod. "We never had the luxury of relying on fusions. Roshi trained us harder than ever, and we had to step up."
Krillin T1 scratched the back of his head nervously. "Heh… in our timeline, uh… let's just say we weren't exactly frontline material most of the time. Goku and Vegeta… they kinda stole the show."
Krillin T2 groaned. "You think that's bad? Try living in Vegito's shadow. Why even bother training when there's a guy who can one-shot anyone in the universe?"
Vegito raised an eyebrow, lips twitching. "Not my fault you gave up, baldy."
"See?!" Krillin T2 threw up his arms. "That's exactly what I mean!"
Launch T9 smirked, leaning her chair back. "That's the difference. In our world, we didn't stop. Roshi whipped the humans into shape. We weren't anyone's sidekicks—we were Earth's defenders."
Chi-Chi T1 folded her arms, looking toward her husband. "Hmph. Maybe our Earth would've been better off if you men hadn't left it all to the Saiyans."
Chi-Chi T2 huffed in agreement. "Tell me about it. Do you know how hard it is raising children in a world where my husband exists?."
Bulma T2 groaned, massaging her temple. "Don't remind me. Every crisis, every invention… always in his shadow."
Future Bulma lifted her glass, voice dry. "Try surviving with no Saiyans at all. I had to rebuild humanity piece by piece."
The table went quiet at that, eyes flicking toward Future Gohan. He didn't say anything—he didn't have to.
Families Overlapping
Videl T1 leaned across the table, voice softer. "So… in your world," she asked her older self, "did you and Gohan—?"
Videl T2 nodded, smiling faintly as she squeezed her Gohan's hand. "Yes. Pan's not here, but… we made it work. We're together."
Videl T1 looked at her husband, then at Future Gohan, and bit her lip. "Guess it could've gone either way."
Pan, oblivious, pointed at the other Videl. "Wait—you're another Mommy?!"
Both Videls winced.
The Silent Bond
Across the noise, Future Gohan sat quietly, arms crossed, listening. His one eye studied the arguments without judgment, but his silence weighed heavier than any word spoken.
Vegito sat just as still, arms behind his head, gaze half-lidded as though none of it concerned him. But every now and then, his eyes flicked toward Future Gohan.
Once, their gazes met.
No smirk. No scoff. Just a faint nod exchanged across the table.
Piccolo T1 noticed, brow furrowing. "…Hmph. They don't need to talk. They've carried burdens none of us could imagine, and Vegito, he carries burdens of 2 people in one."
Even Roshi's sharp gaze softened. "Those two… yeah. They've walked paths too heavy for words."
And everyone else felt it too: the quiet respect, the aura of survivors who had lost too much yet still stood tall. The strongest two in the room, not because of their raw power alone, but because of the weight they bore.
Seeds of Divergence
The conversation eventually steered toward the differences between the timelines. Yamcha T9 smirked, arms behind his head. "Funny, huh? Three Earths, three totally different stories."
Krillin T9 nodded. "In ours, humans rose up."Krillin T1 sighed. "In ours, humans faded."Krillin T2 frowned. "And in ours, we never even had the chance—Vegito overshadowed everything."
Roshi T9 raised his glass. "And that's why this tournament matters. To see what paths were wasted… and which ones still hold promise."
Future Trunks stared for a moment in bulma from timeline 2.. he ordered ''What in the world happened in timeline 2..''
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TIMELINE 2
The battlefield was silent, shattered remnants of the Kai's world drifting in space like broken glass. Vegito stood at the center, golden aura blazing, his blue gi fluttering in the void. His barrier had worked—Buu's body collapsed, every absorbed soul freed. The Supreme Kai cradled the unconscious fighters: Gohan, Goten, Trunks, and Piccolo—all alive again thanks to Vegito's desperate gamble.
Buu's form twisted and convulsed. His flesh bubbled, melted, then compressed into something smaller, leaner, more dangerous. With a final screech, the monster was reborn: Kid Buu.
"Finally showing your true self, huh?" Vegito said, voice sharp but amused. "Let's see what you've got."
Kid Buu grinned madly, then launched forward in a blur. His fist shot for Vegito's chest—blocked casually with one hand. The force rippled the planet beneath them, cracking stone and sky.
"Not bad," Vegito smirked. He kneed Buu in the gut, sending him flying through a mountain.
Buu burst out the other side instantly, screaming, firing a massive pink energy wave. Vegito met it head-on, one hand raised, and the blast fizzled like smoke in the wind.
"You call that an attack?" Vegito taunted. "You're even weaker than your other forms." (is it really? some powerscalers would debate you on that one).
Buu snarled, gathering ki into dozens of tiny orbs that shot in every direction—chaotic, unpredictable, detonating across the Kai world. Vegito blurred through them with ease, weaving between explosions, then appeared in front of Buu mid-laugh.
His fist buried itself in Buu's stomach.
The demon gagged, eyes bulging. Vegito followed with a spinning kick, sending him tumbling skyward. Before Buu could recover, Vegito was already there, hammering him down with a double axe-handle. The ground quaked as Kid Buu cratered, screaming in rage.
But he got back up, his body twitching, regenerating instantly. His laughter was manic, desperate. He fired another blast, then another, then another—each larger, each louder, until the very dimension shook.
Vegito didn't even move. He raised his palm, absorbed the storm of energy into a glowing sphere, then flicked it away like dust.
"You're pathetic," Vegito said, tone suddenly colder. "Your strength, your rage… it's all pointless. You'll never surpass me."
Kid Buu shrieked and lunged again. The two clashed in a frenzy of fists—Vegito's strikes clean, precise, devastating, while Buu's were wild, frenzied. Every blow Vegito landed broke bone, tore flesh, shattered earth. Every counter Buu threw was parried with effortless grace.
In the span of moments, Vegito had already dismantled him.
Finally, he caught Buu's arm mid-swing, twisting until the limb snapped like a twig. He yanked the creature close, their eyes locking.
"You're finished."
His aura exploded, blinding, golden light engulfing the battlefield. Vegito thrust his hand forward, unleashing a Final Kamehameha that swallowed Kid Buu whole. The scream was cut short. The light faded. And nothing remained.
The threat of Majin Buu… was over.
Vegito stood amidst silence. The others were revived. Earth restored. But something felt… wrong.
When he tried to defuse, nothing happened. He focused harder. His aura crackled, but his body didn't split.
"What the hell…?"
Even the Supreme Kai was baffled. "This is… unprecedented. The Potara's magic should've worn off after Buu's absorption reversed time. And yet… you remain one."
Vegito clenched his fist. "So that's it, huh? I'm stuck like this."
Back on Earth
The reunion was chaos.
Bulma's jaw nearly hit the floor. "You mean… you're both?!"
Vegito scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Pretty much. Half Goku, half Vegeta. All awesome."
Bulma's face twisted between anger and shock. "This is insane! You—You're… them! Both of them! Vegeta was my husband, and Goku was—well—don't think I forgot that little thing back when we were kids! I—How am I supposed to process this?!"
Trunks blinked, staring wide-eyed. "So… Dad's gone? But not really?" His lip trembled, but then a grin spread across his face. "Actually… this is awesome! My dad's the strongest guy in the universe!"
Future Bulma (from her hidden corner) muttered to herself, "This is going to get messy."
But the real storm came when Chi-Chi arrived.
Her eyes darted across him, searching for Goku, for her husband. Instead, she saw a stranger with Vegeta's cold eyes and Goku's smile.
Tears welled instantly. "W-What have you done to my Goku… Vegeta!!!"
She collapsed against him, sobbing, fists pounding weakly at his chest. Vegito stood frozen, guilt prickling somewhere deep—Goku's softness warring with Vegeta's pride.
Gohan put a hand on her shoulder. "Mom… I told you this could happen. He's still… Dad. Part of him, at least."
Goten tilted his head, unfazed. "Cool! Now Dad's even stronger. That's awesome!"
For days, Vegito stayed closer to Bulma and Trunks. Chi-Chi avoided him, broken all over again after seven years without Goku.
But time began to twist feelings.
Bulma found herself… curious. Vegito had Vegeta's pride, but tempered by Goku's humor. He wasn't as bitter, not as harsh. He could laugh, joke, ease tension in ways Vegeta never did. And yet, he was still Vegeta—her Vegeta, but freer. For the first time in years, she felt like a teenager again, falling in love with the man behind the armor.
And Chi-Chi, despite herself, began to notice too. The way Vegito carried Goku's warmth when he smiled. The way he softened around Goten. She hated it, resented it—but the pull was undeniable. Every time she looked at him, her heart ached with confusion.
The world had been saved. But the world at home had only grown more complicated.
The silence after Kid Buu's defeat lingered for days, then weeks. The Earth celebrated, the Dragon Balls revived the fallen, but within Vegito's chest there was only weight.
At first, he tried to act like nothing had changed—smirks, cocky remarks, sparring sessions with the boys. But at night, when the world was quiet, he would leave.
He drifted through the void above Earth, sometimes soaring past the moon, sometimes far enough that Earth was just a marble in the distance. He'd sit on an asteroid, arms crossed, staring at the stars.
And in those moments, the grin vanished.
"What the hell am I?" he whispered to himself once, voice cracking in the cold vacuum. "I shouldn't exist. I was made for one fight. One purpose. That's it. So why am I still here?"
His fist clenched. Goku's memory pulled him toward warmth, family, laughter. Vegeta's memory pushed him toward pride, strength, survival. But Vegito… wasn't either of them. The longer he existed, the more he felt the truth:
He was someone else entirely.
And that terrified him.
The First Month
During the first month, Vegito barely slept at Capsule Corp. Bulma tried to corner him for questions, Chi-Chi tried to scream at him, Goten tried to hug him—he avoided them all. Instead, he circled the solar system like a ghost, trying to figure out if he even deserved to walk on Earth.
He'd stare at his reflection in the oceans from orbit, seeing Goku's eyes and Vegeta's scowl blended into one face. It made his stomach churn.
"Neither of them asked for this," he muttered. "I stole their lives. Their places. Their sons, their wives…"
And then, in the next breath, he'd smirk bitterly. "But damn… look at me. Stronger than both of them ever were. Faster, sharper, deadlier. I'm perfection."
The duality ate at him—pride clashing with guilt. He was a king with no throne, a warrior with no war.
Training with the Sons
The second month, he gave in to Bulma's nagging and Chi-Chi's desperate pleas. He agreed to train the boys.
It should have felt fulfilling. It didn't.
Goten charged at him in base, tiny fists full of fire. Vegito swatted him aside without effort, not even looking.
Trunks tried next, roaring into Super Saiyan. Vegito caught his punch with one finger.
"Pathetic," he spat.
Their faces fell, but Vegito wasn't mocking for the fun of it. Inside, something twisted. They can't touch me. Even as kids, Goku and Vegeta struggled, they lost, they bled. But me? I don't even need to try.
Then came Gohan.
The young man had grown sharper since the Cell Games, Now using mysitc, but even in his strongest form, Vegito overwhelmed him. Gohan's Ultimate aura blazed bright, his fists fast as lightning, but Vegito—still in base—countered everything.
A punch to the gut. A knee to the chest. A kick that sent Gohan tumbling across the wasteland.
"Get up," Vegito barked, eyes cold. "You're supposed to be Earth's strongest after me, right? Then prove it!"
Gohan staggered, panting, bloodied—but stood. His determination burned. And for a flicker of a second, Vegito felt… something. Respect. Recognition.
But it didn't last. Within minutes, Gohan collapsed, unconscious, beaten by a man who wasn't even trying.
Vegito stood over him, disgusted—not with Gohan, but with himself.
"…I'm a monster."
Growth Beyond Goku & Vegeta
That night, while the boys healed, Vegito sat alone on the cliffs. He realized something terrifying:
He wasn't just strong because he was the fusion of Goku and Vegeta. He was growing stronger faster than either of them ever had. His body adapted with frightening speed. A week of training was worth years of progress.
Already, his base form outpaced Gohan's Ultimate state. Already, he could fight at Super Saiyan without breaking a sweat.
And it wasn't slowing down.
"What happens in a year? Two years? A decade?" he whispered. "What am I turning into?"
The self-hatred deepened. The arrogance sharpened. He was unmatched—but utterly alone.
Cracks in the Armor
The family noticed.
Trunks stopped bragging about how cool it was to have the strongest dad. He started asking, quietly, if his "real dad" was still in there.
Goten's childish admiration wavered when Vegito barked at him too harshly, his little fists trembling not with excitement, but fear.
Chi-Chi avoided him. Every time she looked at him, she saw Goku's smile twisted by Vegeta's fire. She cried when no one was looking.
And Bulma… Bulma tried to understand.
She found him one night on the balcony, sitting cross-legged, head bowed. He wasn't smirking, wasn't cocky. He just looked tired.
"You don't sleep," she said softly.
Vegito didn't look up. "I don't deserve to."
Her heart sank.
It wasn't sudden. It wasn't some instant spark. It was the slowest, strangest bond Bulma had ever felt forming.
At first, it was curiosity—scientist's curiosity. She wanted to know how his mind worked. Did he dream? Did he remember Goku's childhood? Vegeta's years of conquest? Did he carry both?
His answers scared her.
"I remember their lives, but they're not mine," Vegito admitted once. "I laugh at Goku's jokes, but it doesn't feel like mine. I carry Vegeta's pride, but it doesn't sting the way it did for him. It's… hollow. I'm hollow."
Bulma bit her lip, then shook her head. "You're not hollow. You're new. You're something else."
Vegito finally looked at her then, his eyes softer than she'd ever seen. "…Something that shouldn't exist."
Her reply was quiet, but firm. "Something that does."
The next time Vegito trained the boys, he fought differently. Still merciless, still leagues above them—but there was a strange patience in him now.
When Trunks fell, Vegito pulled him up instead of mocking him. "Better. You're sharper than Vegeta was at your age. Keep pushing."
When Goten pouted after another loss, Vegito ruffled his hair. "Don't whine. You're tougher than Kakarot was when he started. That means something."
And when Gohan finally landed a clean hit—just one—Vegito smiled, genuinely. "Good. That's the fighter I've been waiting for."
The boys collapsed exhausted but laughing, proud of their progress. For the first time since his creation, Vegito felt a flicker of belonging.
The world had been restored, but the world of the people closest to Vegito was forever changed. No one said it out loud, but the quiet tension lingered between every conversation: he wasn't Goku, he wasn't Vegeta—he was both. And yet… he was neither.
For Bulma, that truth became unavoidable.
It started in her lab, of course.
"Hold still, damn it, I can't get a reading if you keep tapping your foot like an impatient child!" Bulma snapped, tightening a sensor clamp against Vegito's forearm.
Vegito smirked. "Impatient child? You're the one fussing around with toys. What's this one supposed to do? Tell you how good-looking I am?"
She rolled her eyes. "Please. I don't need a machine to confirm what your ego already knows."
Still, her hands lingered as she adjusted the scanner. Vegito didn't look like either of them entirely—his face was Vegeta's sharpness softened by Goku's openness, his smile dangerous yet disarming. It made her chest tighten in a way she hadn't felt in years.
"Everything okay, Bulma?" he asked suddenly, voice dropping into something softer than she expected.
She jolted. "Fine. Perfectly fine! I was just… uh… making sure the readout stabilizes."
He leaned closer, grin sly. "Or were you staring?"
Bulma shoved the scanner against his chest harder than necessary. "In your dreams, hotshot."
But her blush betrayed her. And Vegito noticed.