Vegito, for his part, tried not to linger. But he was Goku and Vegeta. He had lived in marriage, in love, in partnership. It was normal for him. Normal to watch his wife walk across the kitchen. Normal to meet her eyes when she scolded him. Normal to feel warmth in the presence of family.
But these were not his wives. They were Goku's. Vegeta's.
So he turned away. Every time.
And yet—Chi-Chi found herself testing him. Leaving the bathroom with damp hair clinging to her shoulders. Cooking in a lighter blouse when the summer heat pressed against the windows. Catching his eyes from across the courtyard and holding them for one second longer than propriety allowed.
Was it deliberate? She told herself it wasn't. But part of her knew.
Vegito had just finished sparring with Gohan, Uub, and the boys. His body gleamed with sweat. He vanished into the shower, letting the water run through his hair. For once, he didn't spike it back up afterward.
When he stepped into the hallway, towel slung around his shoulders, his hair fell freely down his back.
He looked almost exactly like Goku.
Chi-Chi froze. The tray in her hands trembled. Her eyes widened, her breath caught in her throat. For a single, heart-wrenching moment, the years fell away.
"…Honey?" she whispered, voice cracking.
Vegito stopped. His gaze flicked to hers.
She dropped the tray, dishes shattering on the floor. Before he could speak, she crossed the hall in two steps, arms wrapping around him. Her face pressed to his chest, tears stinging her eyes.
"You're back… You're finally back…"
Vegito's body stiffened. He knew she wasn't speaking to him. And yet… she was.
"Chi-Chi…" he murmured.
She tilted her head up. Their eyes locked. She knew. She knew it wasn't Goku. She knew it wasn't Vegeta. But in that moment, she didn't care.
And neither did he.
Her lips brushed his.
He froze. His instincts screamed to pull back. To stop. To protect what little sanctity remained of the life he was borrowing.
But the sound she made — the desperate, broken sob of a woman who had lost and lost again — shattered his restraint.
Vegito grabbed her. His hand cradled the back of her head, his other arm wrapping around her waist. Their mouths met fiercely, painfully.
Chi-Chi tried to resist at first, pushing at his chest, gasping, "No—this is wrong—" even as her lips clung to his. Her fists trembled, her knees weakened.
And then she gave in.
Her tears mingled with his kiss.
Vegito broke just enough to whisper against her lips, voice trembling.
"I love you, Chi-Chi. You've always been the perfect woman. For Goku… and for me."
Her entire body flushed. Her eyes rolled with shock, with embarrassment, with something dangerously close to joy. She dropped to her knees, covering her face with shaking hands, sobbing and laughing all at once.
Vegito staggered back, horror dawning in his eyes. "I—… I'm sorry. I didn't mean—"
And before she could answer, he vanished in an instant, teleporting away.
For days, Chi-Chi lived in a haze.
She cooked with a smile that wouldn't leave her lips. She hummed while sweeping the floors. She caught herself staring into the distance, cheeks burning as the memory replayed again and again.
Her hands trembled when she touched her lips, as if confirming it hadn't been a dream.
At dinner, Goten frowned at her. "Mom, are you okay? You're acting… weird."
Chi-Chi nearly dropped her chopsticks. "Wh-what? N-no! I'm fine, sweetie! Just… just fine!"
Her face turned scarlet.
Gohan's gaze lingered a moment too long. His jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing knowingly.
"I probably know why," he muttered under his breath. "But… I'd rather not."
Vegito didn't speak of it. Not to Bulma, not to Gohan, not even to himself. He spent the nights flying far above the earth, staring at the stars, fists clenched.
Idiot. You broke the only rule you swore to keep.
And yet… he couldn't forget the warmth of her lips. The way she whispered Goku's name, even knowing it wasn't him.
And worse… the way she didn't care.
From that day, their dynamic changed.
Chi-Chi stared more openly now. Vegito caught her eyes often, and she didn't look away. Sometimes she blushed furiously. Sometimes she smiled, small and secretive.
Vegito tried to keep his distance. He owed her that. He owed Goku that.
But whenever she was near, his composure cracked. The scent of her hair. The sound of her laugh. The strength behind her anger.
He was slipping.
And she… was letting him.
If Chi-Chi's affection crept up like a reluctant tide, Bulma's came crashing down like a storm.
She didn't hide it. Not once.
When Vegito returned from training, muscles aching, he often found himself pinned against the wall before he could even take his boots off. Bulma kissed him without hesitation, without shame, her lips tasting of wine and mischief.
At first, Vegito tried to resist. He muttered protests, placed his hands on her shoulders to push her away.
But her laugh — soft and wicked all at once — always broke him.
"You really think you can resist me?" she teased one night, her forehead pressed against his, her breath hot against his lips. "You're Goku and Vegeta. But you're also… mine."
And the truth was, she wasn't wrong.
Bulma was brilliant. Stunning. Fierce. She longed for him without hesitation, and Vegito found himself drawn into her orbit like a planet to a star. With her, he laughed more easily. She teased him about whether he leaned more "Goku" or "Vegeta" in bed, and he played along.
But still… guilt lingered. Every kiss with Bulma was a betrayal of Chi-Chi. Every touch with Chi-Chi was a betrayal of Bulma. And both were betrayals of Goku and Vegeta.
Vegito buried that guilt deep. He couldn't afford to let it show.
One evening, after a particularly exhausting training session with Gohan, Goten, Trunks, and Uub, Vegito sat sprawled across Bulma's lab couch. his chest rising and falling. Bulma leaned over him, stylus in hand, scanning his vitals.
"You know," he said lazily, "we've been thinking too small."
Bulma raised an eyebrow. "We've been creating time-bending machines, gravity chambers, and ki scanners. How exactly is that small?"
Vegito smirked. "I mean with the kids. They're strong, sure. But what if they could stack transformations? The Great Ape was a tenfold boost. Super Saiyan is fifty. What happens if you put them together? Or stack two, or three, on top of that?"
Bulma's eyes widened, lips parting. "You're saying… Super Saiyan Ozaru."
"Exactly." Vegito's eyes gleamed. "A five hundred times boost at minimum. Maybe more. If they can master that… maybe I'll actually have to fight seriously."
Bulma's mind raced, already sketching formulas in the air. "But they can't transform without a tail, and even then, they'd need Blutz Waves from the moon. Unless…"
Her gaze flicked back to him, mischievous. "Unless I make it myself."
Vegito chuckled. "You mean a ray gun that turns Saiyans into apes at will?"
She tapped his bare chest with the stylus, lips curling. "Exactly. And for testing…" Her eyes sparkled. "…you're the perfect subject."
Days blurred into nights in her lab, Vegito standing shirtless before her as she scanned his muscles, drew blood samples, and studied the latent Saiyan cells in his body.
"Hold still," she ordered, pressing a sensor against his bicep.
Vegito smirked. "Funny. I thought you liked when I moved."
She flushed, swatting his arm. "Shut up! This is science!"
But when she leaned closer, tracing the scanner across his chest, her fingers lingered longer than necessary. Vegito's breath caught.
It wasn't just science.
Bulma woke the next morning glowing(for some reason eh?), humming as she scribbled the final blueprints for her Blutz Wave Amplifier.
The Ray Gun
It wasn't easy. Bulma admitted as much.
But weeks later, she held a compact device in her hands, polished silver and humming with stored power.
"One shot," she explained. "That's all it takes. Your body absorbs the Blutz Waves, and from then on, you can choose to transform whenever you want. Tail or no tail."
Vegito turned it over in his palm, impressed. "You did it."
Bulma smirked. "Of course I did. I'm a genius."
He kissed her forehead. "Then you deserve a reward."
That night, Bulma didn't leave the bedroom —
Vegito knew this test couldn't happen anywhere near Earth. Or even the solar system.
He traveled galaxies away, to a barren wasteland of black rock and crimson skies. Alone, he activated the ray.
Power surged through him instantly. His body expanded, bones cracking, fur sprouting, muscles multiplying. The Great Ape roared into existence, massive and terrifying, towering above mountains.
But Vegito's mind held steady. Control came naturally, as if his willpower did automaticaly.
"Good," he muttered in a voice that shook the heavens. "Now let's see how far this can go."
Golden light exploded around him. His fur shifted, glowing, eyes burning with primal fire.
And then—
It happened.
The power condensed. His massive form shrank, tightening, refining. Red fur crawled across his chest, his hair lengthened, his aura burned like the sun.
He stood there, not as a beast, but as a warrior reborn.
Super Saiyan 4.
Vegito stared at his hands, flexing them slowly. The air itself bowed under his aura. For the first time in his existence, he felt something close to… satisfaction.
The barren world cracked under his feet.
Vegito stood alone, galaxies away from Earth, the Blutz Wave ray still humming faintly on the black stone beside him. His chest heaved, his body trembling with the raw surge of energy still coursing through his veins. The Great Ape had come and gone, its massive form collapsing inward as if devoured by its own fire.
Now, what remained was something new.
His hair cascaded down his back in thick, black spikes, edged with a crimson sheen that shimmered like blood under the red sky. A mantle of fur, deep and scarlet, cloaked his chest and shoulders, sleek and alive. His tail lashed lazily behind him, a whip of burning energy. Golden-amber eyes glowed beneath crimson markings that framed his face, sharp and regal, feral yet composed.
And his aura…
It wasn't the golden blaze of Super Saiyan, nor the divine calm of Mystic power. This was something untamed — a storm of crimson and gold, lightning crackling through its edges, bending the space around him. The air hissed and warped just to contain him.
Vegito looked down at his hands, flexing them slowly. His smirk came unbidden.
This… this is it. The instinct of the beast, the control of the warrior, the pride of the Saiyan. I'm not just stronger. I'm alive.
A shockwave of energy rolled off him with the thought, blasting craters into the dead world. He didn't even try to suppress it.
On Earth, every warrior felt it.
Gohan dropped the weights he had strapped to his arms, his Mystic aura flickering out. His chest tightened, his throat dry. "Th-that's… Father?." He stumbled back, heart hammering. "But this ki… it's impossible. It's a thousand times stronger than me. Stronger than anyone!"
In the Capsule Corp training yard, Goten and Trunks froze mid-spar. Sparks of Super Saiyan 2 fizzled away, both boys clutching their chests.
"I-I can't breathe!" Trunks gasped, knees buckling.
"The sky's falling on me!" Goten eyes wide with terror.
High above on Kami's Lookout, Piccolo's meditation shattered. His eyes snapped open, cape whipping violently in the unseen gale. His voice was grave, a whisper lost in the wind. "That isn't just power. That's dominance. Even gods would tremble before that."
Tien, far in the mountains, staggered. His third eye widened in shock. He dropped into a defensive stance instinctively, sweat pouring down his temple. "What… monster have we been fighting alongside?"
Krillin nearly dropped Marron in his arms, clutching her close as his breath came ragged. "He's on our side… right? He has to be…"
Back on the barren world, Vegito floated above the scarred surface. The storm of his aura dimmed slightly, his control asserting itself, but the air still bent and hissed with his every breath.
For a moment, satisfaction filled him. For the first time since his creation, he didn't feel wrong. He felt complete.
But the silence stretched on. His smirk faded.
"…Or maybe this power just means I'll always be alone."
The crimson-gold aura flared one last time, splitting the dead planet's surface into a canyon of molten rock. Vegito closed his eyes, exhaling slowly. The form, the power, the primal joy — it was his. But so was the guilt, and the loneliness that came with it.
He turned, the stars gleaming faintly against his golden eyes.
And though he hadn't meant for them to feel it, he knew by now… they all had.