Vegito flyed with Uub, he wanted to know more about this little fella.
The village was small, tucked deep into the countryside, far from the cities rebuilt after Buu's rampage. Huts of wood and straw lined the dirt paths, children ran barefoot through the fields, and the smell of cooking fires drifted on the wind.
Vegito stood at the edge of it, arms crossed, cape billowing faintly. Uub stood beside him, eyes nervous but proud.
"This is home," the boy whispered.
The villagers stared openly. The warrior who had felled Majin Buu — though they didn't know his name — walked their streets like a storm made flesh. Mothers pulled their children close, men bowed nervously.
"Relax," Vegito muttered. "I'm not here to break anything."
He followed Uub to a small hut at the far end of the village. A frail woman emerged — Uub's mother, face tired but kind. Her eyes widened at the sight of Vegito.
"This is…?" she asked.
Uub lowered his head. "He's my teacher. He said… he wants to train me."
Her eyes flicked to Vegito's. Fear warred with hope. Finally, she nodded. "If you believe in him, Uub… then I do too."
Vegito said nothing. For a man who could level galaxies, the woman's trust felt heavier than any battle.
A week later, Uub stood awkwardly at Capsule Corp, hands stuffed in ragged pockets, while the entire Son and Brief family gathered.
Bulma eyed him curiously. "So this is the boy? He looks… ordinary."
"He's not," Vegito said simply.
Trunks leaned against the wall, smirking. "Another runt? Great, now there's three of us."
"Hey!" Goten barked. "I'm not a runt!"
Uub flushed scarlet, mumbling, "S-sorry…"
Future Gohan crouched slightly to meet his eyes. "Don't mind them. Power doesn't always shout — sometimes it whispers. You've got something special, don't you?"
Uub shuffled his feet. "I… I guess."
Chi-Chi crossed her arms, studying him. She still glared at Vegito whenever their eyes met, but her voice softened for the boy. "At least he's polite. Unlike some people."
Vegito smirked. "You'll eat those words once he starts wrecking your furniture."
Videl smiled faintly, resting a hand on her belly. She was early in her pregnancy, glowing softly. "Don't be shy, Uub. I know what it's like stepping into this family. It's overwhelming, but… they'll accept you."
Bulma chuckled. "Eventually."
The courtyard became their training ground.
"Alright, kid," Vegito said, arms folded. "Show them."
Uub swallowed hard. "B-but… they're all so strong…"
Vegito's eyes narrowed. "And so are you. Stop doubting. Fight."
Uub clenched his fists. The moment his ki flickered, the air trembled. Goten and Trunks stepped back in surprise.
"What the—" Trunks muttered. "That's… huge."
"Bigger than ours," Goten admitted, eyes wide.
Uub charged clumsily at Trunks. The half-Saiyan blocked easily, smirking—until Uub's second punch cracked the tiles underfoot. Trunks stumbled back, jaw slack.
"No way—!"
Vegito grinned. "Told you."
One by one, the boys sparred him. Uub's movements were raw, unrefined, but his sheer power overwhelmed them. Even Gohan, suppressing his mystic aura to even the odds, found himself pushed harder than expected.
When Uub collapsed, panting, the courtyard was silent.
Bulma whistled. "That kid's a monster."
Vegito crouched, hand on Uub's shoulder. "And he hasn't even started yet."
Word spread fast. Within days, old allies gathered at Capsule Corp.
Krillin arrived first, carrying Marron on his shoulders. His jaw dropped when he saw Vegito. "So it's true… you really didn't split."
Vegito looked away. "Yeah."
Android 18 followed, eyes cold but calculating. She said nothing, but her gaze lingered.
Tien and Chiaotzu bowed in respect, though Tien's frown betrayed unease.
Yamcha whistled low. "Man… talk about déjà vu. Feels like standing in front of Goku and Vegeta at the same time."
Then came Master Roshi, leaning on his cane, sunglasses glinting. "Well, well. You're the one, eh? Hmph. Not sure if I should thank you… or be terrified."
Finally, Piccolo descended from the sky. His cape fluttered, his eyes sharp but calm.
Vegito's breath caught. Of all of them, Piccolo was the one he had avoided most. The bond between him and Goku, the rivalry with Vegeta — Vegito felt like an intruder into something sacred.
Piccolo landed silently. For a long moment, they simply stared. Then Piccolo said, "You've been running from us."
Vegito's jaw tightened. "…Yeah."
Piccolo's gaze softened. "You don't need to."
Something eased in Vegito's chest. Just a little.
The reunion didn't stay solemn for long. Roshi cracked his knuckles. "Well then. Let's see this boy fight for real."
Krillin grinned nervously. "Guess I'll go first."
The spar began. Uub stumbled at first, hesitant to strike. But when Krillin pushed him, the boy's aura erupted, and within seconds Krillin was panting, barely dodging.
"Holy crap," Krillin wheezed. "He's stronger than me already?!"
Tien stepped in, eyes sharp. He held his ground longer, but Uub's raw ki forced him back, his shirt tearing from the pressure.
"Ridiculous…" Tien muttered. "His potential is limitless."
Roshi only laughed. "Good! That's what makes it exciting!"
Finally, Piccolo stepped forward. "My turn."
The fight was different. Piccolo didn't brute force — he guided. He blocked, countered, spoke calmly as they clashed. "Tighten your stance. Breathe. Don't waste energy."
And slowly, Uub adapted. His movements sharpened, his confidence steadied. When Piccolo finally yielded, the boy was smiling through his sweat.
"You'll go far," Piccolo said simply.
Vegito's chest swelled with pride.
But then the eyes turned to Vegito.
"Alright," Yamcha said uneasily. "We've seen the kid. But what about you?"
The courtyard fell silent.
Vegito smirked faintly. "You sure?"
Piccolo nodded. "We need to understand. Just how far above us you are."
Vegito sighed, then let his aura flare — just a fraction. The ground cracked. The sky darkened. Everyone staggered back, shielding their eyes.
Krillin whispered, "It's… endless."
Android 18 clenched her fists. "That's not a man. That's a force of nature."
Only Piccolo remained steady. His cape whipped in the storm, but his eyes stayed on Vegito's.
"…I see," Piccolo said. "You're not Goku. Not Vegeta. You're something else. And you'll need us anyway."
Vegito blinked. "Need you?"
Piccolo smirked faintly. "Even the strongest man alive needs someone to understand him."
For the first time since his creation, Vegito almost smiled at Piccolo.
That night, as Uub ate happily among the boys, and the old warriors laughed and bickered, Vegito sat quietly on the balcony.
For months, he had felt like a ghost, unworthy of bonds, unworthy of existence.
But tonight, watching Uub laugh with Goten, seeing Piccolo's calm nod across the yard, hearing Bulma and Chi-Chi argue in the kitchen like nothing had changed…
For the first time, Vegito felt like maybe — just maybe — he wasn't alone anymore.
The wastelands outside West City shook under the weight of power. Boulders cracked, rivers split, clouds swirled unnaturally overhead.
Vegito stood in the center of it all, arms folded. His eyes followed the five warriors forming a loose circle around him.
Goten and Trunks stood side by side, their hair sparking gold, their auras screaming with unrestrained fury. Their ki had grown sharper, denser — Super Saiyan 3 had finally yielded to their stubbornness.
Gohan hovered nearby, mystic fire blazing. His aura swelled and snapped like a storm, overlaid with a crimson blaze of Kaioken. Sweat rolled down his temples, but his eyes were steady.
Uub crouched low, fists clenched, aura raw and unrefined. The boy's growth was staggering; in months he had leapt from novice to warrior. Already, his ki rivaled Goten and Trunks' Super Saiyan 2.
Vegito's smirk was faint. "Well then. Come at me."
Clash of the New Generation
Goten and Trunks screamed, lightning flashing across the sky. Their Super Saiyan 3 forms erupted, hair spilling down their backs, eyes burning white.
"Together!" Trunks shouted.
"Right!" Goten echoed.
They moved as one, vanishing with speed that split the air. Fists crashed into Vegito's guard, shockwaves leveling the ground.
Vegito didn't move. He parried effortlessly, each strike caught, redirected, dismissed. His expression was calm, almost bored.
Then Gohan roared. "Kaio-ken… times TEN!"
His aura exploded in crimson fury. The air warped around him as he lunged, fists glowing. His blow hammered Vegito's chest — and for the first time in months, Vegito slid backward across the ground.
A grin tugged at his lips. Better.
Uub leapt in, screaming, his fist glowing with blue light. "KAMEHAME—HAAA!"
The wave blasted forward, raw but powerful. Vegito raised a single hand, splitting it apart, his cape billowing in the storm.
"Not bad, kid."
"Not enough," Trunks growled.
"Then let's do it!" Goten yelled.
They broke away, landing side by side. Their movements mirrored, precise, practiced.
"FUU—SION—HA!"
Light engulfed them. Where two stood, one remained. Gotenks.
The fused warrior cracked his knuckles, hair still cascading in Super Saiyan 3 glory. "Alright! Time to crush you, old man!"
Vegito arched a brow. "Old man?"
Gotenks launched forward, fists blurring. The fusion's raw power rattled the sky itself, forcing Vegito to block more seriously. Even so, his base form held firm.
"Impressive," Vegito admitted, parrying a barrage. "But still not enough."
Gotenks snarled. "Then take THIS!"
He cupped his hands, aura flaring. "SUPER—GHOST—KAMEHAMEHA!"
Dozens of glowing, childlike ghosts swarmed Vegito, each carrying explosive energy. The blasts detonated in a chain, shaking the earth for miles. Dust blanketed the wasteland.
When it cleared, Vegito stood unharmed, brushing dirt from his shoulder. "Cute trick."
The Strike
But then Gohan was there. His aura burned brighter than ever, Mystic layered with Kaioken x10. His eyes were wild, teeth grit against the strain.
"HHHAAAAA!"
His fist crashed against Vegito's cheek. The shockwave ripped through mountains, tearing the sky apart.
For the briefest instant — a single line of crimson.
A scratch.
Blood welled on Vegito's cheek.
The world froze.
Gohan staggered back, gasping, eyes wide. He had felt it. The resistance of skin breaking under his knuckles. The impossible sensation of drawing blood from Vegito.
Vegito's hand brushed his cheek. His eyes flicked to the blood on his fingers. His face betrayed nothing.
But Gohan saw.
And in that silent acknowledgment, the boy trembled. I hurt him… I actually hurt him.
The battle raged on. Uub fought with renewed fire, Gotenks unleashed every trick, Gohan burned himself near collapse. But in the end, all five lay unconscious in the dust, their bodies pushed beyond limits.
And Vegito stood alone, breathing steady.
Silence.
Vegito looked down at his fallen students — his sons, his disciple, his rival's boy.
His chest swelled. His throat tightened. And before he could stop himself… tears streaked down his face.
They had reached him. Not in strength, not in victory. But in potential. That scratch was proof. Proof that one day, someone might stand equal to him. Proof that he wasn't condemned to eternal loneliness at the peak.
Vegito tilted his head back, laughing through the tears. The sound echoed across the wasteland, raw and unguarded.
The weeks that followed were a whirlwind.
Goten and Trunks pushed deeper into Super Saiyan 3, mastering its draining toll, turning it from a wild burst into a refined weapon.
Uub's progress stunned even Piccolo. The boy learned the Kamehameha, the Masenko, even dabbled in flight combat drills. His ki grew more refined each day, snapping into sharp focus.
And Gohan…
The eldest Son burned with new obsession. Mystic and Kaioken fused more cleanly with each session. He pushed into Kaioken x15, then x20. His body screamed, his bones cracked, but each failure hardened him further.
And Vegito? He held back more and more. Because even his base, even without trying, his growth still soared.
But the scratch on his cheek — though healed in an instant — lingered in his memory like a treasure.
Chi-Chi sat alone on the balcony one night, staring at the stars. The wind tugged at her hair. Her heart ached with the same contradiction it had carried for months.
Footsteps. She didn't turn.
"You avoid me less these days," Vegito's voice said softly.
She snorted. "Don't flatter yourself."
He leaned against the railing, arms folded. They stood in silence for a long moment, watching the constellations.
"You hate me," Vegito said flatly.
Her fists clenched. "I should. You took my husband. You took my life. Everything I waited for… gone."
His jaw tightened. "I didn't ask to exist."
Her eyes burned. "And yet you do."
Silence stretched between them, heavy and brittle.
Finally, Chi-Chi whispered, "You remind me of him… and of Vegeta. But you're neither. You're… you."
Vegito's gaze flicked to her. For once, no smirk. Just quiet. "And is that a curse?"
Chi-Chi's lips trembled. "I don't know yet."
The wind shifted. A step closer. Their eyes met, heat and grief swirling between them.
And then — by accident, or fate — their lips brushed.
They froze, eyes wide.
Then both pulled back at once, hearts pounding.
Chi-Chi's hand flew to her mouth. Vegito's eyes darted away.
Neither spoke. But the silence was charged, undeniable.
But that night, as Vegito touched his healed cheek in the dark, he smiled. For the first time, not out of arrogance — but out of hope.
And somewhere down the hall, Chi-Chi pressed her fingers to her lips, whispering to herself, "What have I done…"
Yet the truth was there, undeniable.
They had both felt it.