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Before Vegito could reuse Saiyan God to have his long awaited rematch with the cat god, Beerus had fallen asleep again. It didn’t bother Vegito too much, but the fusion definitely wanted to show it off wnd use it in real combat again.
Vegito was working on staying in his Saiyan God form longer when he sensed something strange. It almost reminded him of Beerus, but it was slightly different. Vegito couldn’t tell if what he was sensing was correct, let alone actually there, since he was still working out the kinks in sensing divine energy.
Powering down from Saiyan God, Vegito walked up to Whis. “I’m sensing something weird. It feels almost like Beerus, but different. And definitely not as powerful.”
The angel was looking off into the distance with an unreadable expression. It was as though he could sense it, too. Without addressing what Vegito brought up, Whis smiled to himself.
“Just as I suspected,” he calmly said.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Vegito asked, a little annoyed that the angel ignored him.
Whis didn’t answer again. Vegito huffed and folded his arms, looking in the direction Whis was.
A few seconds later, two people appeared in the sky, looking very much like Beerus and Whis. The pair landed in front of Vegito and Whis. The one Vegito had previously thought looked like Beerus was actually visibly much fatter and looked a lot more smug than Beerus. The angel was female and smiled warmly at Whis.
“So who’s this punk?” The Beerus-look-alike sneered, looking at his angel attendant.
“I am the combination of Vegeta and Kakarot; Vegito!” The fusion answered, a bit irritated he was insulted.
“The heck is that supposed to mean…?” The Beerus-look-alike asked, confused.
“Means I’m a fusion by way of potara.”
The Beerus-look-alike glanced at his angel attendant with a “this guy is nuts” look on his face. The angel returned the look, but didn’t appear to be thinking the same thing. Her expression seemed to be more of a mother who is tired of her spoiled kid’s crap.
“Vegito, this is Champa and Vados, the Destroyer and angel of Universe 6,” Whis said to Vegito.
Vegito remembered Beerus telling him about there being multiple universes, but he never really believed it. Until now. But if they were really from a different universe, then why were they here instead of their own universe?
“Where’s Beerus?” Champa asked.
“Lord Beerus is asleep right now,” Whis said.
“Then wake him up!” Champa ordered rudely.
“Lord Champa, that is no way to address someone else. Especially an angel,” Vados scolded.
Champa rolled his eyes and didn’t answer. Whis went to wake up Beerus. Vegito watched Whis leave and wondered why he was listening to Champa. If Vegito was ordered around like that, he would beat their skull in, even if they were a God of Destruction.
Vegito turned back to Champa. The fusion observed Champa. He didn’t look like too much of a threat. Even so, if what Beerus said was true, then Champa was among the best of the best. Despite knowing this, Vegito still felt like he could take Champa.
“So why’re you here?” Champa suddenly asked.
“Aw, no reason. I just fought Beerus and almost won,” Vegito answered casually to try to get a reaction from the fat cat.
Champa immediately went bug-eyed. He looked at Vados in shock, who returned the look. He looked back at Vegito, visibly sweating.
“How?” he asked nervously.
“I became the Saiyan God. I was actually here training to regain the transformation, since I lost it during the fight,” Vegito explained, trying to sound as if it was no big deal to further aggravate Champa. “I got it back, though.”
Champa looked at Vados for support nervously. Vados didn’t provide any.
“It seems you’ve finally met your match,” Vados said to Champa playfully.
Vegito immediately smirked. “That’s right.”
The trio stood there awkwardly for a moment, not wanting to talk. Suddenly, a very angry Lord Beerus shouted Champa’s name. Champa’s smirk reformed. Beerus quickly flew towards Champa, looking very upset. Vegito stepped out of the way so Beerus could land right in front of Champa.
“What did I tell you about coming into my universe without my permission?” Beerus yelled.
“Well, maybe if you weren’t asleep all the time, then I’d be able to ask!” Champa retorted.
“There’s nothing wrong with taking a nap every once in a while!” Beerus countered.
Beerus and Champa kept arguing like that for a while. Vegito watched, feeling more and more confused as they fought. It made him wonder if they hated each other or something.
“What’s up with them?” Vegito asked.
“They’re brothers,” Whis explained.
“Ah.”
They watched them fight for a little while longer before Vados added something else.
“They’re twins, which explains why they look so similar.”
Vegito laughed a little at that. Sure, they looked similar, but their physiques were completely different. Beerus was rather skinny and looked frail, whereas Champa looked like he was horizontally challenged in more ways than one.
Soon, the fight was forcefully resolved by Whis and Vados. Beerus and Champa had almost resorted to fighting, which the angels scolded them for, of course. Then Champa finally announced why he was there, though Beerus said he already knew why.
Before Vegito knew it, all five of them were in the dining room of Beerus’s planet. Beerus and Champa were sitting across from each other on the table. Without an explanation, Champa brought out a strangely shaped and colored egg.
“Try this,” he said, smirking.
“Is that even edible?” Vegito asked.
“Yes and it’s the best food from Universe 6, so don’t even think you’ve ever tasted something as good as this!” Champa said, annoyed.
“Never knew someone could be insecure about an egg…” Vegito muttered.
Beerus grabbed the egg and sniffed at it. He then opened it up and tried some of it with a flat expression. Suddenly, he smirked and motioned for the fusion to come over to him. Vegito hesitantly walked over to the Destroyer.
“Bring me some of that instant ramen stuff,” Beerus whispered.
“Sure,” Vegito said, a little shocked at the ease of the task given to him.
Immediately, he flew to the kitchen to grab one of the few extra ramen cups. In the cupboard where they were stored, there were only two visible. Vegito winced. He’d have to get more later.
Vegito flew back to the two Destroyers with ramen in hand. He flew back towards Beerus, wondering why he wanted the ramen.
Well, it wasn’t a matter of why he wanted the ramen or what he was going to do with it. Vegito just wanted to know what the ramen had to do with the thing Beerus and Champa were doing. Whatever it was.
Soon, Vegito reached Beerus again and handed the Destroyer what he asked for. Just as the fusion expected, Beerus cooked the ramen and handed it to Champa once it was ready.
The Universe 6 Destroyer slowly ate the ramen with a pair of chopsticks Whis had provided him with. As soon as Champa took a bite of the noodles, his eyes widened. The cup of noodles was finished faster than Vegito thought was necessary.
“So who do you think won?” Beerus mockingly sneered. “The food from Earth is way better than anything from your universe.”
Champa growled. “Well, I still think the egg is better!”
Beerus and Champa glared at each other for a second before they started arguing again. This time, Beerus was insulting Champa’s taste in food and the fact that he was lying. Champa was defending himself while also throwing some accusations at Beerus.
“Wait, was this whole ‘competition’ over whose food was better?” Vegito asked, underwhelmed. “Is that really how you determine which universe is better?”
“How else would we decide which universe is better?” Beerus said, briefly stopping his argument with Champa to look at Vegito.
Vegito watched as the Destroyers kept arguing. Luckily, it didn’t escalate to the use of fists; the siblings only used insults as weapons.
The fusion watched until an idea popped into existence from half his head. An idea that said half couldn’t help but blurt out without sharing with the rest of the inner council. Due to its energy, the half was then able to slip through the crack and blurt out his idea.
“What if we had a tournament?”
The twin Destroyers stopped fighting and looked at the fusion in surprise.
The small crack allowed his other half to slip through as well.
“Why did I say that?” Vegito thought out loud. “That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard.”
“C’mon, don’t you like fighting?” The fusion responded to himself.
He scoffed. “Of course I like fighting. I just don’t need to go gallivanting in a tournament to prove my worth.”
Vegito kept arguing with himself; everyone in the room watched. Beerus and Champa glanced at each other with mirroring expressions of confusion. Whis chuckled lightly.
“It seems that he’s holding a conference meeting,” Whis light-heartedly said.
Champa started laughing, causing Beerus to glare at him and Vegito to stop arguing with himself.
“Looks like you can’t keep your fusion together, Beerus,” Champa said between laughter. “But I want to know more about the tournament idea. Explain what that is.”
“Dammit, Kakarot,” Vegito growled under his breath.
The fusion took a moment to compose himself and force Goku back out of the window. He made sure to reinforce his mental wall so it wouldn’t happen again.
“A tournament is basically a competition where people fight one-on-one. Whoever defeats everyone wins,” Vegito explained as briefly as he could.
“Interesting,” Champa said. “Maybe that’s how we should decide which universe is better.” The cat paused to emphasize what he was going to say next. “Or maybe it should be a contest for the super dragon balls.”
“So you have been collecting them. Just as I suspected,” Beerus said.
Champa smirked at Beerus. After a second, the Universe 6 Destroyer stuck his tongue out at his twin brother, causing Beerus to glare at him.
“But where will we host this tournament? We can’t have it in either universe,” Beerus challenged.
“We’ll have it on one of the dead planets between our universes,” Champa answered casually.
Beerus thought about it for a second. “I suppose that could work…”
“So it’s settled, then!” Champa exclaimed. “Bring your fusion and… let’s say… four other fighters in a week from today and we’ll see which universe wins.”
“Alright! I’ll beat all your fighters with my eyes closed!” Vegito said arrogantly.
Champa smirked. “We’ll see about that…”
Champa and Vados left as quickly as they came, leaving Vegito with Beerus and Whis again. Immediately, he turned to the gods and exclaimed that they had to go recruit four other fighters. He already had a few in mind.
“When you get back to Earth, I want you to recruit three other fighters,” Beerus said.
“Why three…?” Vegito asked.
“Because I already have a fourth in mind,” Beerus nonchalantly replied. Then he continued in a angry tone, “But I still want you to recruit the strongest guys you know for the tournament, got it?!”
“Alright, geez. It’s not like I was planning on bringing Yamcha or anything,” Vegito said.
As soon as they were on Earth again, Vegito flew to Gohan and Videl’s home and waltzed right in, not bothering to knock. He began looking for Gohan in various rooms: the bedroom, bathroom, office, and living room. While rummaging through the closet, he picked up his folded gi and tucked it under his arm.
He found them together in the kitchen with Gohan cooking something and Videl watching, amused. With a baby on her lap. Vegito blinked at the baby. Was he really gone that long?
Vegito there awkwardly in silence, with the only person making a noise was the baby. Vegito decided to break the silence.
“Gohan, what are you doing?” Vegito asked.
He froze and turned to look at Vegito, looking a bit embarrassed and a lot surprised. “When did you get here?”
“Just now,” Vegito replied. He looked over to Videl. “Oh and, uhm… Congrats on the kid by the way,” Vegito awkwardly said, feeling the need to congratulate them.
“Thanks, Vegito,” Videl said.
Gohan turned back to cooking. Vegito and Videl watched him in silence. The fusion could tell his sudden presence was a bit awkward.
Vegito threw Gohan’s fighting uniform at him, landing on the boy’s head and covering his face. “You’re coming to a tournament with me. Tell Piccolo, too. I want you both fighting.”
Before Gohan could respond, Vegito walked out of the house and flew off to find more tournament participants, though he wasn’t sure who else would be helpful.
He definitely couldn’t bring Goten or Trunks. They would certainly misbehave or not take the fights seriously enough. He wasn’t sure if he could bring any of the humans, since he wasn’t sure if they would be strong enough. Maybe he could recruit Majin Buu. He should be strong to contend with the other contestants in the tournament.
Vegito changed his trajectory to start flying to Hercule’s place. Once he reached it, he landed on the ground and walked in, ignoring all of the body guards that tried to stop him.
“Yo! Hercule!” Vegito said as he entered the living room.
Looking around, all he saw was Buu reading a food magazine on the couch with Bee on his lap.
“Buu, where’s—“ Vegito started.
“Buu don’t want to talk to you,” Buu said with a frown. “Buu reading.”
Vegito clenched his teeth. Didn’t the monster remember when the potara warrior beat him to a pulp? Vegito could do it again, likely more easier than before.
“Yeah, I can see that, Buu,” Vegito said, annoyed. “Just tell me where Hercule is.”
Buu made a thinking noise. “Buu don’t know.”
Vegito sighed. Did he have to bring Buu?
Hercule walked in and froze. He glanced between indifferent Buu and the annoyed Vegito and gulped.
“I-I’m so sorry if Buu was annoying you. I can get you something to make up for it,” Hercule nervously stammered. “Anyways, what brings you here?”
Vegito looked at Hercule, grateful that another adult was in the room. “I need to borrow Buu for a tournament… unfortunately.” Vegito glared at Buu, who was too focused on the magazine to notice.
“Oh! Uh… Sure,” Hercule said. “Just as long as you aren’t gone too long.”
“It’s in a week from today. He better be ready,” Vegito huffed.
Hercule stuttered out a reply, but Vegito wasn’t listening. He was too busy thinking about the tournament and who he was going to fight. If the rivaling universe was as diverse as Universe 7, then there would be no telling who Vegito would get to fight.
In the days leading up to the tournament, Vegito worked on sustaining the Saiyan God form. It still disappeared after an hour or so, but he didn’t have to do as much work to get it back. Just one meditation session was enough.
He made sure Gohan and Piccolo were training, too. Gohan, especially, since he didn’t want the boy to slack off again. Despite Gohan’s constant excuses (No, Gohan, it doesn’t matter if you want to see your daughter or your wife), Vegito kept pushing him to keep going, and oftentimes wouldn’t let him leave until their training session was done. Piccolo being there certainly helped keep Gohan on track.
Along with training Gohan and working on getting Saiyan God to stay longer, Vegito considered that week very fruitful. Although, it was a bit strange being on Earth after so long.
The time soon came when Beerus and Whis came back to take everyone to the tournament. With them was a strange, pink, almost frog-like person.
“Who’s that?” Vegito asked.
“It’s Monaka. He’s going to be our fifth fighter,” Beerus explained.
“Was this your fighter?” Vegito said, disappointed. “Seriously?”
“He’s the strongest guy I’ve ever fought, so leave him alone!” Beerus snapped.
“Strongest fighter my ass. As if you haven’t faced me,” Vegito muttered.
But the fusion ultimately dropped the topic.
Once everyone was loaded into the strange box, it started moving. The box started transporting them to the planet the tournament would take place on. It took a bit, but they arrived quickly enough.
Everyone got off and observed the tournament grounds. It looked a bit like a traditional tournament area, except with a stylistic flair. There was an area for spectators to sit, as well as tournament participants to watch when waiting for their turn to battle. It was a nice setup, overall.
Vegito saw the Universe 6 tournament participants congregating on the tournament ring. He walked over to them, curious to see what his opponents were like. Of course, he dragged Gohan along with him.
One of the participants immediately caught Vegito’s eye. He was the only tournament participant whose ki Vegito could sense. The man had purple skin and was wearing black and gray clothes. He seemed like the only worthy opponent of the bunch.
“My name’s Cabba. Pleased to meet you,” A different participant said, stopping Vegito from continually observing the other. “Are you two Saiyans as well?”
The fusion looked down to see a scrawny looking Saiyan. He was looking up at Vegito, curiosity filling his expression.
“Well, I’m half Saiyan, and he’s a full Saiyan,” Gohan explained. “He’s technically my dad, but not really, only halfwa—”
“Where’s your tail?” Vegito asked, purposefully cutting Gohan off before he could ramble on for too long.
“My tail?” Cabba asked, confused.
Vegito and Gohan twisted him around to see if Cabba had a tail. He didn’t. This seemed to excite Gohan at least a little. He began wondering things like if Saiyans evolved differently in the two different universes.
In the meantime, Vegito was wondering why he was thinking that Cabba’s clothing looked familiar. He never remembered seeing anything like it on Earth or on Beerus’s planet.
“Did Planet Vegeta still get destroyed in your universe? Or was it blown up by a different shady freezer?” Vegito asked curiously, most likely interrupting Gohan and Cabba’s conversation.
“Planet Vegeta? Shady freezer? I’m not following what you’re saying,” Cabba said, confused. “We only live on Planet Sadala.”
“Planet what?” Vegito spluttered, completely shocked.
About half a billion memories from Vegeta’s side were suddenly remembered and started spilling into Vegito’s consciousness. The fusion had to almost fight Vegeta back into the corner with Kakarot.
“Vegito, you good?” Gohan asked, pulling Vegito back to the ground.
“Yeah. We haven’t heard about Planet Sadala for a long time,” Vegito replied. “Well, Vegeta, I mean. Kakarot has no memory of Sadala, since it was only told in children’s bedtime stories.”
“Fascinating,” Gohan said.
“Not to be rude, but your voice almost sounds like two people talking at once,” Cabba observed.
“That’s because I’m a fusion through potara,” he said confidently. Vegito elaborated once he noticed Cabba’s confusion. “It means these earrings allow us to be united.”
“Very interesting. I look forward to our battle,” Cabba said.
“And I look forward to pummelling you so bad that Champa feels bad for you,” Vegito said, turning to walk away.
Gohan thoroughly apologized for Vegito and went to follow him back towards the rest of the Universe 7 residents. The fusion signaled to Piccolo to follow him as well. The Namekian curtly nodded and joined Gohan and Vegito in a small huddle away from everyone else.
“While Gohan and I were over there, I got a good look at our opponents,” Vegito said. “The purple one is definitely the strongest.”
“How can you tell?” Gohan asked.
“Because I can sense his ki. Think about it! He’s using god ki,” Vegito answered.
Piccolo glanced over at the Universe 6 fighters. “Yeah, now that you mention it, I can’t sense his ki.”
“Right. So leave that one to me. I’m not sure how this tournament is going to work, per se, but I am going to tell you that I’m gonna fight the purple guy,” Vegito said.
The three took a moment to look at the other fighters. There was Cabba, of course, but he didn’t look like too much of a threat. Then there was an alien who looked like a bluer version of Frieza in his first form. Gohan seemed to take note of him, too.
“That Frieza looking guy,” he said, “Let me take him. If that’s how the tournament works, of course.”
“Sure, go right ahead,” Vegito said. “Any opponent on that team who isn’t the one using god ki is free range for you two.”
“What about Buu and Monaka?” Gohan asked.
“Something tells me they won't contribute much…”
Eventually, the time came for the tournament. All the participants gathered on the tournament ring and the group of people that had tagged along to watch took their seats. Vegito was brimming with excitement, and he couldn’t stop glancing at the purple fighter. He hadn’t had a real fight in forever.
“Before we get on with the tournament, there is one thing we must do,” Vados was saying.
She took a second or two to look at all the contestants. “A test!”
Before he knew it, Vegito was sitting down at a desk with a pencil and a paper test was placed in front of him. He looked at the questions for a second, still processing what was happening. The test consisted entirely of math word problems.
“What does math have to do with fighting? This is bull—!” Vegito stated.
“Shhhh,” Vados interrupted. “Talk during the test and you won’t be able to compete. The test is to make sure you are smart enough to understand the rules.”
“Like I said. Bull—” Vegito muttered.
“Shut up,” Gohan whispered from behind Vegito, trying to concentrate on the test.
Vegito huffed but ultimately stayed silent. He looked at the problems and thoroughly read through the first one. It was something about buying fruit and budgeting. He skipped that one. The next one had him graph something. That one was skipped as well.
As he looked through the test questions, the fusion found himself skipping all of them for multiple reasons. It was either he didn’t know how to do it or he didn’t want to do it. Vegito flipped back to the first question, deciding he needed to start somewhere.
He took the test as well as he could, but he found trying to concentrate harder than the actual test itself. Between his counterparts’ racing thoughts being nearly impossible to suppress while doing math and the frustrating silence of the room (He could hear everything going on around him, and the flipping of pages stressed him out for some reason), he wasn’t close to being focused on the test as someone like Gohan, who had finished first. After a while, he just gave up and wrote random answers down that seemed plausible.
It took a bit, but everyone’s tests were turned in. Well, everyone except Buu. The pink demon had fallen asleep during the test. And now Universe 7 was already down a fighter. Luckily, everyone else had passed and were able to fight in the tournament. The fighters once again gathered on the tournament ring so the angels could announce the rules.
“Now that we’ve taken the test, we can explain the rules,” Whis said. “First of all, no weapons.”
“And no killing,” Vados added.
Vegito glanced at the Universe 6 team to see the purple fighter tense up slightly. The Frieza looking one seemed to notice this as well, since he glanced at his team mate and flicked his tail as though thinking to himself.
“To defeat an opponent you must make them unable to fight or push them off the ring. Does everyone understand?” Whis said.
Everyone nodded their heads.
“Let’s go over the roster. If you’ll look at the space projector screen…” Vados said, trailing off.
The screen showed the yellow bear on the opposing team that resembled a squashed gummy bear.
“Botamo from Universe 6,” Vados said.
The next picture was of Piccolo.
“Piccolo from Universe 7,” Whis narrated.
The spectators promptly cheered for Piccolo. Vegito glanced back at them, unsure of what they were doing. Most likely cheering for the people they knew. The fusion shook his head and looked back at the screen.
The blue Frieza-look-alike appeared on the screen.
“Frost from Universe 6,” Vados announced.
Gohan was next.
“Gohan from Universe 7,” Whis said.
They cheered very loudly for Gohan. Vegito could hear Chi-Chi and Videl shouting support for Gohan. It was no competition; they cheered the loudest out of all of the crowd.
A picture of the large, metallic man appeared on the projector.
“Auta Magetta from Universe 6.”
A picture of Vegito confidently smirking appeared on the projector. The fusion matched the smirk with his own as he saw himself up there. He liked being focused on. And, admittedly, being the center of attention was always nice.
“Vegito from Universe 7.”
The small crowd cheered loudly again. Not as loud as they did for Gohan, of course, but loud enough to give the potara warrior a pride boost.
Cabba was now on the screen.
“Cabba from Universe 6.”
A picture of the purple fighter appeared.
“Hit from Universe 6 serving as the leader.”
So his name was Hit. Vegito looked at Hit and smirked as they made eye contact. Something told him they both knew they were the real aces of their respective teams and their face off would be the best part of the tournament.
“And Monaka from Universe 7 serving as the leader.”
Oh, right. Vegito had forgotten about Monaka. He wasn’t sure why Beerus kept insisting he fight with them. Monaka was clearly not as strong as Goten or Trunks, let alone Gohan, Piccolo, and Vegito. He didn’t even need to sense his ki to tell that.
“The fighting will be in that order, as you can see with this bracket,” Vados said.
The bracket now showing on the screen was strange, but definitely something Vegito could get used to. He was just excited for his fight with Hit. That fight would certainly be one of the best fights of his life.
Now that the roster was set in stone and the bracket was complete, everyone was ready for the tournament to start. The fighters took their seats on a separate viewing platform and the audience anxiously waited for the first match.