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Fusion Revived - CH 11 (Beginning a New Life | Epilogue)

➤ This story is actually complete (finished Sep 2021) over on my Ao3 already; I'm just publishing it here on tumblr too for archival purposes. I hope any and all curious readers enjoy if they haven't checked it out yet!

SUMMARY: Majin Buu has been destroyed, and the Earth has known peace for close to a year now. Life hasn't been too peaceful for the person responsible for saving the world and the entire universe however, but when an ordinary woman meets him one day, things start to change.

RATING: Teen and Up. PAIRING(S): Vegito x OC/Reader, alluded Gochi, alluded Vegebul CONTENT: Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Family Drama CW(s) THIS CHAPTER: None.

��Are you sure those numbers are correct? They aren’t matching up with my records.”

“They aren’t correct then, but I don’t know why. Nasshi’s the one who organized this.”

“Hmm…”

The air conditioning in the office right now was a blessing, as she felt very irritated at the moment and it was causing her to sweat. Usually her job didn’t give her that much stress, but today has proven to be especially taxing. Things not lining up how they should meant that her co-worker must have made an error somewhere, but she couldn’t ask him about it since he wasn’t in today.

She didn’t know why she even agreed to do his work for him, when the guy got on her nerves whenever she spoke with him. Even if one in their department lagging behind in their work causes the entire department to slowly suffer as a result, she was convinced she should’ve let him take the fall. She must’ve been getting too nice.

“Well, it can’t be helped. I’ll take the folders back to his desk and leave him a note. Nasshi can handle it when he’s back tomorrow.” Priya started to sort through a stack of papers she was holding.

Eager to get rid of this headache, she simply nodded in response and started to slip the documents back into their respective folders. Just as she was doing that, something in the corner of her eye caught her attention.

Or rather, someone. Her heart jumped, and she gaped; stunned.

Her eyes immediately honed in on his grin, broad and toothy as he floated upside down right outside of the window immediately to her left. His tail was swaying and his arms were crossed behind his spiky mop of chestnut brown hair, though he uncrossed one to give her a small wave.

Having no idea why Vegito was there, she could only give a slow wave back, just as Priya’s voice again entered her ears.

“What are you waving at?”

“Uh-” Her eyes whipped to her co-worker, but then back to the window, seeing that the Saiyan was suddenly gone.

If she didn’t already know how fast he was, she would’ve assumed she was hallucinating.

“Some birds flew by. That’s all.”

“…You are an animal lover, so I guess I can’t be surprised.” Priya shrugged, then gathered the other papers before crossing the room to the cubicles on the other side. She breathed out a sigh of relief, thankful she didn’t seem to notice Vegito. She hoped no one else in the office did, or anyone who happened to be outside. A man hovering up by a 30-story high window was bound to draw attention from anyone who just so happened to look up at the time.

She was confused on why he decided to show up. Maybe he finally felt like talking.

The outside air felt good on her face as she stepped out of her office’s building, finally through with her shift. The sun was nearing the horizon, and she was looking forward to going home and relaxing for the rest of the day. She would’ve made a beeline for her car, but she was stopped by someone who was leaning against the wall of the building.

“Hey.”

Vegito nonchalantly greeted her, dressed in new clothing. Instead of his usual gi with his white gloves and boots, the Saiyan had a more casual outfit, wearing an orange t-shirt with blue jeans and a pair of orange canvas sneakers. She especially noticed how his muscles were so clearly defined underneath the fabric of his shirt, making it seem almost too tight for him.

Mesmerized by how good he looked in “Earthling” clothing, something she’s never seen him wear until now, it took her a little longer to respond than it should’ve.

“Uh…hi.” Her eyes finished combing over him, something the man definitely noticed based on the amused twinkle in his gaze and how his tail twitched in its coiled position around his waist, and she fought to ignore the butterflies swarming in her stomach.

“What brings you by?”

��Nothing much. Just felt like picking you up from work.”

The rather charming answer further stunned her, and made her question just what was going on here. Vegito stopping by earlier was surprising enough, but this made her wonder if he truly has been avoiding her since their little reunion, or if she’s been imagining it all.

After they spent some time embracing that night, he did sleep over at her house, but he was gone the next morning. It took she calling Bulma to find out that Vegito was over at Capsule Corp and tried to get Vegeta to spar with him, but the Saiyan prince declined. Then, Vegito went over to the Son house to request the same thing from Goku, who was more than happy to oblige.

Since then, he’s been focusing on training. Not speaking to her at all, nor even stopping by to visit. It reminded her of how he did the same thing when he was trying to figure out his feelings the first time. Old habits die hard, she supposed.

But because of how he was looking at her in this moment, the way he was smiling…what changed?

“…That’s nice of you.” Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed some townspeople walking by on the sidewalks who also were eyeing her companion with expressions that were a little too eager for her liking.

She gripped her handbag tightly.

“But I can’t leave my car here.”

“No worries.” Standing straight, Vegito rolled one of his shoulders, flashing her a grin.

“I have an idea. Where’d you park?”

༻ ❁ ༺

“THIS was your idea?”

Beyond the wind rushing past and through her open window, she leaned out of it slightly to shout down towards the bottom of her vehicle.

“Yep! This is way faster than you driving home, isn’t it?”

Though she couldn’t see him, she could hear the laughter in his voice. Down below, the buildings and structures of West City grew smaller and smaller as Vegito carried her car into the sky. With this being her third time technically flying, the view of the landscape surrounding her was still breathtaking, but she was momentarily too thrown off by the absurdity of the current situation to pay much attention to it.

He was strong, but he doing this was putting it into a perspective that let her actually see it…

The little flight ended soon enough, as Vegito descended to her countryside home. Though he placed it down as gently as he could, the impact of her car meeting the ground once again did jostle her, but it didn’t ruin her relief of finally being home. She exited the machine, as Vegito stretched, tail now loose and swishing about.

“So, how was your flight with Vegito Airlines?” His sharp teeth made his mischievous smile appear even more so. A snort rumbled out of her nose as she rolled her eyes, not wanting to be infected by his cheer.

“There wasn’t any food or movies. Felt low-budget.”

“Ma’am, with all due respect, that sounds like a personal problem.”

His faux polite tone teeming with sarcasm overwhelmed her desire to keep a straight face, and she suppressed her giggling as much as she could as she unlocked her front door. Walking inside, she promptly tossed her handbag onto one of the plush chairs in the living room and headed into the kitchen. Vegito closed the door behind him while she grabbed a glass for a drink of water, and merely stood next to the sofa, arms crossed and staring down to the side.

The jolly atmosphere from before was gone, and the Saiyan no longer carried a playful demeanor. His mouth was twisted into a frown, and his eyebrows were pulled downwards, forming a scowl of sorts. She knew immediately that he was thinking about whatever it was that was causing him to borderline ghost her, and her stomach started to twist.

Now was the perfect time to finally confront it, but first…she figured testing the waters was the best initial path to try.

“I’ve never seen you wear casual clothes before.” She commented, sipping her glass as Vegito fixed her with an inquiring stare.

“You look good. Very handsome. Where’d you get them?”

His face darkened in a pale shade of red. “ …Thanks. I’ve always had clothing other than my gi for a while. Bulma’s mom took me out shopping when she learned I didn’t have anything and that I refused to wear Vegeta’s old clothes.”

She didn’t need to ask why he didn’t want to wear what belonged to the prince. The answer was obvious.

“Why not wear something other than your gi more often then? No offense, I’m just curious.”

The normally headstrong warrior was seemingly reduced into a timid mess in the moment, as his blush deepened and he rubbed a hand against his neck.

“It’s all at Capsule Corp, and I hate being there if it isn’t to train, eat, or spend time with Trunks. Though, I always got the impression he’d rather be anywhere else than with me, so that didn’t help. I never cared enough to doll myself up.”

She recalled he telling her about how the boy never accepted him as his father, which she understood, but she still couldn’t imagine how it made HIM feel. There was a lot about Vegito she couldn’t fathom, regarding his emotions and what he thought of certain things, since he kept it all hidden. Likely because of his pride, but their past interactions hinted to her that it wasn’t the only reason.

If only he would let her in…all the way. Not at the halfway point he was still keeping her at.

“If that’s the case…where have you been lately, if not at Capsule Corp?”

She sensed the atmosphere change once again, and watched as Vegito averted his gaze. It was only for a second or two, but it and how his tail was now occasionally flailing were good enough signs that the conversation was heading in the direction she wanted it to go.

“Mount Paozu, mostly. I wanted to spar with Vegeta, but he told me to get lost because he wasn’t in the mood, so I’ve been sparring with Goku.”

That made her quirk a brow. Goku was extremely friendly, and loved to fight just as much as Vegito and Vegeta, so he sparring with the former didn’t surprise her. If anything it made perfect sense; she suspected Goku would be thrilled to fight someone who inherently knew all of his techniques and strategies. It must’ve been surreal for Vegito to be face-to-face with someone who originally was a part of him, but she left it alone and prioritized something more pressing.

“How’s Chi Chi felt about that?”

“I dunno. Whatever chance she gets, she ignores me. I haven’t needed to talk to her at least, and she didn’t object in the few times I stayed for dinner, but it’s like I’m invisible.”

She could tell that bothered him a lot, but for what it’s worth, at least Chi Chi apparently hasn’t tried to cause problems. Goku being back, and especially wanting to train with him, meant that she couldn’t necessarily give Vegito any grief. She wasn’t sure just how the woman felt about the wish to have him gone being undone, but at this point, it didn’t matter.

This did answer the mystery of his whereabouts, so she could put that to rest. She didn’t miss that he said he’s ‘mostly’ been there, and judging by how she caught him fast asleep on her couch late at night once, she assumed he’s been sleeping here underneath her nose. That in of itself didn’t bother her, but…

“So…you’ve basically been focusing on training then.”

“Yeah.” His eyes narrowed slightly.

“Does that bother you?”

A loaded question. She placed her glass down on the counter.

“No. You can train as much as you like, I know it’s important to you.” Her fingernails tapped against the polished granite.

“What I AM bothered by, is how you’ve been using it as an excuse to dodge me.”

“ … … … “

That statement hit the nail on the head. Vegito inhaled sharply, eyes closing as his head craned downwards. An uncomfortable pit settled in her gut, and worry had her resolve waver, but it was temporary.

“We need to talk about…us. You know that.”

He didn’t respond. She moved out from behind the counter and exited the kitchen, stepping towards the man who’s never looked so nervous before.

“I’m not mad. Just confused…I want to know where we stand. Don’t you?”

“…Yes.” He spoke up this time, but with such an uncharacteristically quiet tone she was taken aback.

Goku told her he wasn’t good with mushy stuff, Vegeta especially wasn’t, so Vegito was left with the burden of being unable to properly handle his more ‘unmanly’ feelings. It wasn’t like she herself was in perfect tune with her emotional state, but it would’ve been selfish for she to put all of the weight onto his shoulders and expect him to know exactly what to say and do. She knew him well enough to figure he wouldn’t, and this proved her hunch right. He clearly didn’t.

She didn’t know the absolute right course of action either. But, she did have an idea. Sometimes, bluntness was something needed. For both of their sakes, there was no point in sugarcoating anything.

“Then…do you like me? In…” She involuntarily swallowed, and starting fiddling with her fingers.

“In the romantic sense?”

The Saiyan’s eyes opened. His expression remained largely neutral, if not slightly troubled, but the chaotic storm of emotion in his pools of dark brown pierced her with an intensity that made her breath hitch. The way he regarded her, it was like he couldn’t make sense of who or what she was. In a way, that could’ve been the case.

But, there was such a strong sense of adoration in that storm, that her legs grew numb.

… … …

“I think so.”

“…You think?” She parroted, to urge him to elaborate.

“I can’t put what I’ve been feeling into words. But you’ve been on my mind, constantly. Even before they made that wish and got rid of me.”

His arms fell to hang by his sides. She was slammed with the impulse to grab one of his hands, but she waited.

“At first it annoyed me, but now, it’s like I’ve been craving you. It’s been getting worse as the days have gone by. I’ve gotten very tired of it.”

Her heart was racing.

“Then, why did you wait so long…?”

Silence met her shy question, as Vegito stayed motionless, save for his tail writhing behind him. Under the two bangs that partially covered his vision, the slope of his brow and the uncertainty that flooded his bearing was like nothing she’s ever witnessed from him. Nothing she ever thought she WOULD witness. He looked so vulnerable, so unlike a warrior who could face a cosmic monstrosity with a smirk and eagerness to do battle, that it was jarring.

In the back of her mind, she discerned he must’ve felt incredibly safe around her to drop his guard like this.

“I can’t say. It could’ve been because what I’ve been feeling is confusing, and I just wanted to put it all off. Maybe I’m worried you don’t feel the same way. Could be both.”

If she wasn’t full of nerves at the moment, she would’ve scoffed at the latter confession.

“Actually…who says I don’t feel the same way?”

The manner in which he snapped to full attention, it was like she grabbed him by the throat.

“On the contrary. You say you think you like me…I know I like you. In the romantic sense.” Maintaining eye contact with Vegito drained her confidence to where she couldn’t keep it up, so her eyes fell to the carpet, and her hands gripped the front section of her uniform.

“Ever since that day, when you took me to see the sunrise, what I felt about you changed. You weren’t just some weird, irritating stranger to me who could fly and do other strange things. You’re a man who’s been through a lot, more than I could ever truly understand, but you keep your head up regardless. You still have kindness in your heart, no matter how much other people have put you down.”

Taking in a deep breath, she found the courage to look up at him again. His face was as red as an apple…

“You really think I wouldn’t like you? You’re a catch.”

“…!” Vegito drew back ever so slightly out of shock, eyes wide like he was hearing a language not of this world for the first time. It was plain to see that he wasn’t used to hearing such compliments, which was ironic, considering how often he carried himself as a cocky know-it-all.

Most of that was a front. Exaggerated. Possibly to help himself feel stronger mentally than he felt on the inside.

“Do you want me to be your girlfriend?”

She asked, getting straight to the point. He blinked, gawking wordlessly. She noticed the fur on his tail was puffed out, which frankly was an endearing sight. She didn’t rush him to respond, seeing he needed to take a moment to think.

“I…” He began, but trailed off. His tail was slowly inching its way closer to her, so she decided to take the initiative and reached out to gently take it into her hand. Faintly, he shivered, and the furry appendage wound itself up and around her arm.

“…Yes. I’d like that.”

“Good. Because I’d like for you to be my boyfriend.”

Saying that out loud felt highly embarrassing, but it released the pressure in her chest. Vegito’s blush didn’t lessen, but his lips twitched and quivered as they curved upwards. There was something half-hearted about it, however.

“Are you sure? No second thoughts? I wouldn’t blame you if you had some. I’m not exactly…normal.”

“And?” She challenged, poking his chest with the index finger of her free hand.

“I’ve always known you weren’t. Yet, here I am, smitten with you. That wouldn’t have changed, if you stayed merged or became the independent person you are now.”

Whatever doubt that persisted in him must have dispersed, as his smile turned fully genuine. This pleased her immensely, and she took ahold of the increase of confidence she received from it, moving closer to wrap her arms around his torso in an embrace. To her delight, it was returned without any hesitation, and she was pressed into his chest.

Before she became lost in the feeling of his pecs and abs, there was one thing she thought to do. Standing up on her toes, she pecked the Saiyan’s red cheek with a kiss.

His tail fell from its grip around her arm, and she could feel his body tense in response to the little action. She wasn’t given a moment to worry over if she should’ve done that or not, as Vegito turned his head seconds later to plant a kiss directly on her lips.

The combination of every sensation her body was currently undergoing caused a chain reaction, that was close to melting her brain. From his bangs brushing against her forehead in a ticklish fashion, to his arms holding her close, she being nestled against the warmth his body emitted, and especially his lips that were chapped to a small degree pressed against her own, it was a miracle that she didn’t faint.

Neither of them made a move to spice up the liplock, instead staying still. She didn’t have any knowledge in this area, and he probably had little experience himself. It was very sweet nonetheless. Tingles coursed through her nervous system, and she involuntarily clenched her fingers around the fabric of his t-shirt, causing him to hold her more tightly.

They broke apart afterwards, resting with their foreheads still touching. The dopey, euphoric expressions they wore were mirrors of one another’s.

“…It’s official, then?”

Her voice was low, soft and airy with sheer glee.

“Yeah.”

His was similar.

The following stillness between them was encompassed by an air of closeness she’s never experienced before now. She honestly wanted to kiss him again, and again, and again, but she didn’t want things to…escalate. Yet anyway.

She simply cherished this sense of peace. She hadn’t noticed, but Vegito had draped his tail across her back, further pulling her into the joy of the moment. She could stay here with him like this for hours. Perhaps she would’ve tried, had something she had forgotten about didn’t make itself known again.

“…So…”

She inched away, opening her eyes as her newfound lover did the same.

“Remember those flying lessons you offered me?”

He grinned.

༻ ❁ ༺

The evening sun and gentle breeze felt great on her skin.

It wasn’t everyday that she dressed down into a mere tanktop and shorts, but her work uniform was too suffocating for what she was apparently going to do, so a change of clothes was needed. Not knowing what to expect, but still excited anyway, she listened closely as Vegito started to speak.

“First things first, you need to get used to feeling your ki before flying’s possible.” He stood tall with his arms crossed, but his pleasant tone of voice and the enthusiasm in his features didn’t betray any seriousness there could’ve been. His own excitement was stronger than hers, as he’s been wanting to do this since he first asked if she wanted to learn this special trick months back.

“We’ll begin with that, then go into everything involving flight later.”

She nodded. His smile broadened.

“Getting in touch with ki sounds complicated, but it’s really not. The only challenging thing about it is that you need to quiet your mind enough and focus.”

“So, meditate?” Her head tilted.

“Basically. Thoughts cloud your mind and distract it, so not thinking at all will clear a path for you to feel what you can’t with your physical senses. It’s more like your sixth sense. Everyone has one, but not everyone can use it.” He hummed quietly.

“I’m sure you can. You’ve got good perception.”

She’s heard such a compliment a few times in the past, but it coming from him delighted her more than it has from anyone else.

“Hm…any tips on ‘getting in the zone’?”

“Exercise does wonders. Gets the blood pumping, which helps the brain function more effectively. Plus, getting rid of pent up energy can help you relax. Soooo…”

Vegito turned to survey her property, then faced her with closed eyes and a happy-go-lucky beam.

“Running twenty laps around your house should do the trick for today!”

“TWENTY laps?!” She jumped, and gaped in shock.

“Why not ten?”

“Ten’s like, nothing though.” He answered while eyeing her incredulously, hands going to his hips.

“For YOU, maybe!” Her nostrils flared, and she crossed her arms.

“I’D rather not collapse from fatigue!” Ten laps was still bad enough, but she knew he wouldn’t allow her doing a measly five.

“Eeeeh…” He squinted, tail curling and unfurling. He shrugged.

“Fine. You can do ten. I’ll run them with you so you’ll have more motivation.” He spun on his heel and started off on a jog, looking back at her and using his tail to do a ‘come hither’ motion.

“Let’s get going!”

A loud, petulant sigh was his only verbal response, as she stumbled forward to catch up with him. He was far more cheerful than she was doing this, shouting chants of “one, two” and encouraging her to pick up the pace while she lagged behind, trying not to trip on or over anything and make a bigger fool out of herself. Vegito naturally lapped her before long, giving her cheeky smiles and remarks of praise as he passed her. She would’ve been highly amused if she wasn’t struggling to breathe and trying to not stop due to the burn of lactic acid in her muscles.

She didn’t think she was out of shape per se before, but this opened her eyes. She hasn’t done any running like this since her physical education days in school, nor does she exercise hardly at all, so she was in a poorer state than she could’ve expected. Vegito on the other hand, was surely in peak condition for a Saiyan. Godly, compared to the average human. Yet, he was nice enough to spend time doing this with her. That alone gave her plenty of motivation to keep going.

It didn’t escape her awareness that he finished ten laps far sooner than she did, if not more than ten, yet he committed to jogging alongside her. When he announced she was done, he helped her not fall to the ground, setting her down onto the grass with an amount of care that made her further weakened.

“Your stamina is lacking, but outside of that, you did great. I’ll go get some water.”

She could only nod, panting heavily. She watched as he broke into a brisk walk over to her home, briefly disappearing into it. She’d be lying if she said his approval didn’t mean a lot to her, and it didn’t make that extremely draining task worth it. Sweat dribbled down her face and stung her eyes, but it failed to erase the smile playing at her lips.

To think, he was her boyfriend now…

And he was teaching her about ki, something she never entertained the idea of.

Talk about life being full of surprises.

Vegito returned with two chilled water bottles pulled from her fridge, and she gratefully accepted one of them, downing half of it while he sipped at his own. He hasn’t broken a sweat at all, which she figured would be the case, but it made her internally wonder just how much stamina HE had.

“We can move onto the more calm part of ki training for the rest of today.” After a period of silence, allowed on his end for her body to relax a little at least, Vegito shuffled to sit cross-legged before her.

“It’s invisible and intangible to you now, but your body is constantly emitting its ki. The only time it’ll ever stop is if you die, since your spirit will leave your body behind.”

He explained smoothly, eyelids shut together in a look of introspection. He so casually bringing up death was unexpected, but she shook off the shock. With everything she heard of Goku’s adventures, death was something he and all of his associates knew very well.

“You need to reach inside yourself, and take hold of it. Feel it. Then, pull it out of its figurative container. Channel it through every cell in your body.”

Clueless on how to do just that, but knowing concentration was key, she made no attempt to object and closed her eyes.

Whenever she got busy doing her work during her shift, or when she sat down to read a book in the break room her department had, she developed the talent of tuning out everything around her. As far as she could tell, that same principle applied to this. Only this time, she needed to direct her attention inwards, not outwards.

Her breathing was still at a relatively quickened pace, so she initially concentrated on steadying it.

In, and out…

In…and out…

… … …

Whether Vegito remained silent, or she blocked out the sound of his voice, she didn’t know. Eventually, through staying just like this, she lost her sense of time along with all awareness of her surroundings. A dark void was where she sat, her and her alone inhabiting it, with the beating of her heart becoming gradually…louder.

That wasn’t all. Something felt strange about her heart, but the sensation went deeper. She followed it.

It grew stronger. She could feel it more clearly; an indescribable force. The depths of it was beyond her current understanding, but she registered the gravity of it, as it pulled her closer. She became encased by it, and on instinct, she forced it away. Out.

A surge of energy that spread throughout every inch of her being resulted, and her eyes flew open on their own. They went to her arms, as she witnessed something new about her body. It was faintly glowing, with the same type of translucent fire Vegito had when he took her into the sky that special morning.

“Nice job!” He was still sitting in front of her, but in different lighting, as the sun had dipped below the horizon and dusk had fallen on this side of the planet. He seemed pleased, leaning forward in an ecstatic manner.

“You’re flaring your ki. You formed a connection with it.”

“…I did…?” She continued gaping downwards, taking in every movement of the light that was seeping through her flesh. That force within her was still heavy, resonating with every beat of her heart, and it was both hypnotizing and mind-boggling.

“You did that faster than I thought you would. It’s only been two hours…if I was reading the sun’s position right.”

“T-Two hours? We’ve been sitting here for that long?”

“Mhm. Doesn’t feel like it for you though, right?”

“Not really…” The light, while really cool, was admittedly starting to freak her out. Especially when it didn’t seem it would die down anytime soon. She didn’t want to be a human glowstick permanently.

“How do…I turn this off?”

“Just relax. Let go of the tension in your core.”

She inhaled deeply, and forced herself to release the grasp she had on that force. The light faded as it sunk back down within herself, leaving a strange hollow-esque feeling behind, but she could still detect it. She was no longer blind to its existence. Fascinating, was the only word to come to mind regarding it. But now, all of the action for the past handful of hours caught up to her, and she suddenly felt tired.

“For a human new to this stuff, you’ve made a lot of progress already. Next time, I think we can move right to getting you in the air.”

He turned his eyes to the sky, smiling in a calm way that was soothing. Not caring about remaining at a distance with their relationship having evolved, she didn’t think twice before inching closer to him, turning around so she could lean against his shoulder. He could push her away if he wanted to.

“Do you think you can teach me about sensing ki too?”

She murmured, a half-lidded stare aimed towards the blades of grass that danced in the gusts of wind. There was a pause as she felt Vegito shift, then he did the opposite of what she was expecting.

A brawny arm came around her waist and pulled her closer to him. She melted into it, one of her hands coming to rest on his forearm.

“Why not? It’s always a useful skill to have.”

Her head rested against his collarbone, and breathed in what she could pick up of his scent. Earthy, woodsy, yet paired with a pungent note and encased with something that was captivating to her. Vegito didn’t seem like the type to wear cologne or any perfumes, so this must’ve only been how he naturally smelled. She adored it.

A question did roll through her mind, on what her scent was like to him exactly; especially because of his sharper nose. Hopefully it wasn’t bad.

“We can start that little lesson after the flying ones.”

“Thanks, Veggie.”

“…No problem.” One of his fingers poked her stomach, and she stifled a squeak.

“But Veggie’s a corny nickname. Can’t you think of something else?”

Her mouth contorted into a pout. She surely has called him ‘Veggie’ before, she believed when he was brought back to life…he didn’t say anything about it there. But then again, he might have not heard her or have cared about it at the time. It was understandable if he was more paying attention to the fact that he was taken from the metaphorical abyss his existence was cast into. She thought it was cute, but if he didn’t like it, then it couldn’t be helped.

“…Uh…how about Gito?”

“I can work with that.” His finger was replaced by his palm lying on the curve of her abdomen, and on the inside, she marveled at the chemistry between them. Looking back on it, she and Vegito had managed to develop a surprisingly strong bond during the times they interacted with each other, and it peaked when he apologized to her after leaving her high and dry. Particularly when he chose to share more information about himself, so much that he basically told her his life story.

She wished she could tell him more about herself that he didn’t already know or gathered himself, but the massive gap in her memories surrounding her early life would make it difficult…

“…How has your sparring with Goku gone, by the way?” She didn’t want to let her thoughts go in that direction right now. She’d rather keep thinking about Vegito.

“Are you still stronger than him?”

“Yes, but not close to as much as I would’ve been before. He thinks it’s because I’m technically not a fusion made by potara anymore, so the power increase I got from it is gone.”

She imagined he didn’t like that, but his relaxed shrug and tone of voice showed otherwise.

“I still have his and Vegeta’s strength combined, but the two of them can realistically catch up to me soon. I’d like that, honestly. I don’t want to go back to being bored every day of every week from having no one decent enough to fight.”

That made sense. Funnily enough, it was said boredom of his that lead to them growing closer, so she was frankly thankful for it. But, it would be nice if he could start truly enjoying life, not held down by past grievances. There was nothing in the way of it now; no lack of challenging opponents, no…estranged ex-wives…

“Speaking of that…have you talked to Bulma lately?”

“No. Why do you ask?”

“…This might sound insincere coming from me, but she did tell me that she wanted to apologize to you for her hand in wishing you away. When she gave the radar to me, so Goku and I could find the dragon balls.”

“That so…?”

His content bearing now fizzled away, and she could detect that he tensed up again. This was a sensitive topic, but one she deemed important to touch upon, for the sake of him confronting whatever emotions he was still bottling up.

“If you’ve been avoiding her, I get it. From the look of things, she hasn’t made an attempt to seek you out either. I just thought I should let you know about it.”

No words came from him, but his chest swelled and flattened as he breathed a heavy puff of air. It was mostly involuntary, but her hand still on his forearm gently rubbed it to and fro.

“Are you mad at them?”

‘Them’ referring to Bulma and Chi Chi. She didn’t need to clarify to him.

“I’m livid. The fact that they did that to me is something I just can’t push aside. I’ve tried.”

“You have every right to be livid, so don’t think you should push it away.”

She could only guess if he needed to hear these words from her or not, but he merited validation and someone needed to give it to him.

“…Part of me does want to. Holding grudges isn’t my style. But…is Bulma genuinely sorry? What about Chi Chi?”

“It’s up to you to judge Bulma’s sincerity. And maybe, if you try to get Chi Chi to sit down with you, you two could talk about it. The chance of you getting answers otherwise is slim.”

“I know.” He inhaled and exhaled heavily again. From an outsider’s perspective, he gave off the impression of being exhausted over this situation rather than being furious. He could’ve easily been a combination of both.

When Goten and Trunks came to get Vegito that day, she had no idea how his talk with the two women went. It was too possible it was around that time they decided to make the wish, and Trunks apologizing to her after learning she wanted to fix the mess his mother helped cause told her that suspension held water. Her anger over it has long since subsided, but Vegito’s was alive and thriving for good reason. Bulma confessed that she realized what happened to him was wrong, but just how sincere was she truly? She could’ve only felt regret because Vegeta was around again.

She doubted the scientist would have felt the same if he was still gone. On the other side of the coin, a less pessimistic viewpoint would be the prince returning perhaps lifted the fog clouding Bulma’s judgement, and allowed her to see the error of her ways.

The same logic applied to Chi Chi, who could be ignoring Vegito because Goku was back so she didn’t need to concern herself with him, or maybe because she does feel regret, yet being the bigger person was too awkward for her to do. It was a complicated state of affairs, of which only what-ifs could be entertained on her side of it all. She no longer had direct involvement in it.

“If you end up not forgiving them, or you do, just know that I support you either way. Ok?”

The tightness in his muscles faded. The Saiyan exuded gratitude, in the way he shifted so he could nuzzle the top of her head.

Being a symbolic pillar he could lean on was one thing she was absolutely committed to being in their relationship, as he has gone on long enough without someone he could rely on in such a fashion. The chasm between her minuscule amount of wealth and Bulma’s family-inherited money was astronomical, but she would do her best to support him materialistically too, if he needed it.

“I’ll worry about all of that some other time. I want to focus on you for a while.”

“…! On little ol’ me?” She rhetorically asked, giggling when he tucked her more into his side.

“The best thing about those two having their husbands back, is that they won’t bother me with trivial matters. I have all the free time in the world to do whatever I want with, and I plan on you being a part of that. I deserve it.”

“You say that as if I make you happy.” She playfully shot back. A warm gust of air blew over her scalp as he chuckled.

“You might. I know I make you happy. You do a poor job at hiding it.”

“Whoooo says I want to hide it~?”

Her singsong retort was met with the Saiyan tickling her hip for a second, resulting in she having a fit of laughter. Amid her joy, she remembered something else involving him, and she couldn’t wait to see what his answer would be.

“…You said you hated being at Capsule Corp right? Do you wanna live with me?”

“You’re already asking me to move in? Can’t get enough of me huh?”

There was that cockiness she loved so much. She craned her head back so she could look at his face, and the merriment on it was uplifting. She’s never seen such life in his eyes.

“I have plenty of space.” She reached up to run her fingers through his soft, semi-coarse hair.

“Like I can say no to that. Your place is a haven compared to the Briefs’.”

She laughed again, squeezing her eyes shut in bliss.

“You can move all of your clothes and whatever else you have tomorrow. I have the day off, and I’m fine spending it with you.”

“Good.”

A pair of lips came into contact with hers, and her head being upside down in relation to his provided an angle that made her toes curl. Vegito broke away, and her eyes slowly opened, sparkling.

“I can get used to this.”

“So can I.”

He smirked, and craned his head down to kiss her again.

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Fusion Revived - CH 10 (The Power of Two)

RATING: Teen and Up. PAIRING(S): Vegito x OC/Reader, alluded Gochi, alluded Vegebul CONTENT: Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Family Drama CW(s) THIS CHAPTER: None.

Those were the longest four months she’s ever had to deal with.

There wasn’t a specific date when the dragon balls would re-activate, and the vagueness of it frustrated her further. She resumed her life, going to and from work while dabbling in some of her hobbies in the meantime, but the apprehension never went away. It clung to her, in the form of memories that kept flashing in her mind and molding her dreams. She swore his face was burned into her vision, even when she closed her eyes.

She missed Vegito, obviously. But this…even she recognized how she yearned for him. She’s never had anyone she considered a genuine friend before, and if this yearning is what most people experienced when they lost a friend, she genuinely debated if her recluse lifestyle was actually saving her from a lot of heartache.

There was something different about it though. As days turned to weeks, and weeks slowly turned into months, she examined the emotions she was experiencing. She even did some searches for advice on the internet, since she was largely clueless on the matter and had no one around she felt she could get answers from.

She liked Vegito, this was true. But the realization that she was infatuated with him, drew all the air from her lungs.

She had to have been crushing on him. There was nothing else that explained how much he was in her thoughts, and how much she desired for him to be by her side. What’s more, is that it also explained why she’s just started fantasizing about him with increasing frequency. The littlest things made her think about the Saiyan.

While she’s sitting down on her couch and watching TV, she imagined Vegito next to her. It was then that she realized she had no idea what his favorite shows or movies were. Or if he even liked watching TV to begin with.

When she was out on walks, she imagined him tagging along with her. She wondered what his favorite kind of plants were. What his favorite type of weather was.

When she sorted through her large dresser for something to wear, she thought about how much extra space she had with the drawers she didn’t use. She didn’t know how much clothing Vegito owned outside of his usual get up, but she imagined he filling in those spare drawers with it.

When she settled down for the night and went to bed, she imagined he slipping in next to her. She falling asleep in his arms. That particular daydream set her heart on fire, and made it quicken into a pace that made her have to sit down.

She wanted him back.

She needed him back.

So, she checked the dragon radar at least once every day, especially after the general four month period was supposed to be up. The scan continuously picked up nothing, leaving the screen blank and her apprehension to keep spiking.

One morning, during the week she had off from her job, she checked it again.

The scan went. There was a ping. Seven tiny dots appeared on the screen’s grid, encircling the outer edges.

She’s never ran to grab her phone faster than she did in that moment.

༻ ❁ ༺

“Goku should be over there in the blink of an eye. Literally.”

“Thanks Bulma.”

She was immensely thankful the scientist thought to exchange phone numbers. She would’ve called Goku, but she remembered that she didn’t know the number of his house phone, or if he even had a cell phone. Additionally, she and Chi Chi still haven’t interacted since that day. It was all too possible that she would’ve picked up the phone instead of Goku.

Calling Bulma to relay the message to him was the best decision. The woman didn’t mind it either, having seemed a little excited herself. How funny, that she was now looking forward to seeing someone she thought she hated.

As patiently as she could, she waited for Goku to appear. The dragon radar was held tightly in her hand, and she sporadically pushed its knob to zoom out to the nearest dragon ball’s location on its grid. She didn’t quite know how to read the radar, so she didn’t know the exact distance away the ball was from her location, but it was somewhere to the northeast. Internally, she prayed it didn’t somehow disappear.

The anxiety soon became too much for she to stay seated, so she begun to pace around her living room. Fortunately, that was right when she sensed the air around her change.

“_____!”

Goku’s eyes were sparkling, as he dropped his hand from his forehead. His grin was infectious. Over his shoulder, he carried a sizable bag.

“Ready to go find some dragon balls?”

“…About that…” Recalling her lack of abilities, her excitement was dampened. She should’ve brought this up to him much sooner.

“We’ll…have to travel around the world, right? I can’t fly or anything.”

And it would be very impractical for he to carry her. Even if she took her hover car, there was no way it would be fast enough to remotely keep up with him too. Not only that, the planet was large and there was only so much her human body could do in one day before fatigue made her stop. It would be for the best for she to stay behind, surely…

“Don’t worry! I have something you can use that’ll fix all of that. It’s fast enough to not lag behind either.” Goku giggled, and gestured for her to move.

“Let’s go! I’ll show you it outside.”

She had no idea what he was talking about, but if it was possible for she to join him in this quest, she’d gladly take it. Vegito deserved the effort, and then some.

The both of them went out the front door, and she made sure to lock it behind her. She turned back to Goku, who looked up at the sky and cupped his hands around his mouth.

“FLYING NIMBUS!”

He shouted at the top of his lungs, and his voice echoed into the air. Mystified, she observed with a tilted head. Flying Nimbus?

Nothing happened right away, and for a second, she silently questioned if Goku was messing with her. However, her ears picked up on a particular sound that steadily grew louder. Her stare moved upwards, and she witnessed something yellow zooming towards the both of them, leaving a trail in the sky.

The yellow thing zipped down and slowed to a stop in front of Goku. Now that it was still, she saw that it was…a cloud. It looked fluffy and cotton-like almost, though it emitted strange puttering sounds similar to the engine of a car.

“This here’s my Nimbus cloud!” Goku turned around to face her, smiling. “I can’t remember if Vegito told you about it, but it’s what I used to get around when I was a kid since I couldn’t fly. Master Roshi gave it to me.”

“He…didn’t mention it, I don’t think.” She also couldn’t remember if he did. It’s been so long since she’s seen him.

She started walking towards him, keen on getting a closer look at the ethereal cloud. “So, I can ride this? It’ll hold my weight?”

“Sure it will! I don’t think anyone can be too heavy for Nimbus. The only rule is that you have to be pure of heart though, otherwise you’ll fall through it.”

“Pure of heart?” This made her pause.

“…I’m not pure of heart.”

“What makes you say that?” Goku tilted his head, squinting. “You seem plenty pure to me.”

“I…” Self-consciousness reared its ugly head. She fiddled with her hands.

“I don’t know. I just thought I was too mean of a person to be pure.”

At an early age, she became far too tired of how foolish people on Earth as a whole could be, and it’s made her into the loner she was today. She’s mouthed off to and insulted many people for just looking at her in a way she didn’t like, or for saying something stupid to her, throughout the years. People who are pure of heart don’t do that, in her opinion.

“There’s a lot of things that make someone’s heart pure, I think. I don’t know how to explain it, but I do know that just being nice to other people isn’t enough or even required. You need to have a certain mindset…a certain understanding, of the world. Of life itself.”

This felt like a lesson of some sort. Goku himself appeared to fall into deep thought over his words, but his head eventually shook as he refocused on the matter at hand.

“I think you do, _____. You just give me that feeling.”

“… … …” She couldn’t find any appropriate words to say in response.

“Instead of talking about it, let’s see if Nimbus thinks you’re pure.” He stepped to the side.

“Try getting on it.”

She didn’t have any other options. Besides, though she was confident she’d slip right through the cloud and her ass would crash onto the ground, she still wanted to see it through anyway.

The woman walked to the cloud, but at a closer proximity now, she saw that it was levitating some feet off the ground. It was too high for her to climb up onto, but luckily, she wasn’t the only one who noticed that.

“Upsy-daisy!”

Goku’s hands grabbed her hips with a gentle force, and lifted her like she weighed less than air. The feeling of it, and the sight of his bright smile made embarrassment twist her features. The exposed skin of her legs first contacted Nimbus’ wisps, and she noted how feathery-soft it felt.

The Saiyan placed her on the center of the cloud, and released his grip. With bated breath, she sat still as a statue on it, feeling the slight warmth it emitted slowly pool into her body.

Seconds passed…

… … …

…And she didn’t feel herself move at all.

“I knew it!” Goku laughed, pumping his fists. “And you said you were ‘too mean’!”

She kept her head down, bewilderment making her speechless. She pressed her hands into Nimbus’ airy fluff, and the cloud felt as solid as a firm pillow. If she was going to fall through it, she would’ve done so by now.

Frankly, she didn’t know what to make of this. Should she be…happy? This was something to be happy about, right? At the end of the day, it shouldn’t matter if some magical cloud judged her morality, but…

“Now that you can ride Nimbus, there isn’t anywhere on Earth you can’t go!” The Saiyan affectionately pat the cloud.

“Where’s the nearest dragon ball? No time like the present to get started.”

Thankful for the distraction, she shrunk the radar’s map again so Goku could see it.

“Northeast…ok! Here, you can hold onto the bag. We’ll put the dragon balls in here as we collect them.” He draped it over her shoulders, then rose into the air.

“Hold on! How do I control this thing?” She adjusted the bag’s strap and looked down at the puttering cloud.

“With your mind. Just think about where you want Nimbus to go, and it’ll go. It’s real easy!” Goku grinned down at her.

“Ok…”

‘Up, Nimbus. To the northeast, follow Goku.’

She said the command mentally, and sure enough, it moved with no delay. Not expecting the sudden motion, she froze and buried her nails in the cloud’s exterior, seeing the ground quickly growing smaller. Immediately, she was brought back to the time when she first technically flew. Though, instead of on a cloud, she was in his arms…

“There you go! Just like that.” Goku praised.

His ki flared to life, and she witnessed the Saiyan jet off. Nimbus, heeding her earlier command, went after him at a similar speed. The lack of a warning and the wind battering her face made her hunker down more into the yellow mass, desperately not wanting to fall or faint from shock.

She did crack open an eye, and saw that Goku was just ahead of her. They both were moving through the sky, with the white clouds drifting about having become blurs. Despite the high speed Nimbus was flying at, there was a surprising lack of disturbance outside of the wind ruffling her hair and clothes. The cloud stayed level, unaffected by whatever turbulence it encountered.

Curious, she peeked over Nimbus’ edge, and resisted the urge to flinch away at the sight of the far away ground moving. She had to have been miles up in the air. Having never flown in a plane or any other flying vehicle, this was an entirely new experience. It was almost dream-like.

Feeling more calm, she directed her attention back to the radar. The symbol that indicated her current location was now moving, and the dot for the dragon ball they were going after was getting closer to it. They were heading in the right direction, and this further calmed her down.

She was content to sit back and enjoy the flight. Spacing out, she thought back to the time Vegito carried her into the sky so they could watch the sunrise.

Hindsight told her that it was an…awfully romantic moment. Did Vegito intend for it to be? She wanted to think not, but judging by how intent he was and how soft he acted with her after the fact…there had to be something there. Especially because something snapped for him, and he left her alone and cold that same morning. Later when she discovered him at Capsule Corp, he told her it was because he realized whatever existed between them was changing, and he wasn’t sure if he could continue to stay at arm’s length…

He initially didn’t want to grow close to her. That didn’t offend her, as other than tolerating his presence, she had the same sentiment in the beginning. It seemed both their minds changed, after that day.

Was…it fate? Or was it nothing, that become something? Who could say. But here she was now, doing all of this for him, so he could have that chance to live the life he wanted. Whether she could be included in that life or not, remained to be seen.

She could only hope that he truly did feel the same way.

“_____!” Having been in a reverie, she missed how Goku moved to where he was flying alongside Nimbus.

“How close are we now?”

On the radar, the dot was now almost on top of her cursor. She zoomed in to get a more accurate view.

“From the looks of it, we’re within a mile of it. I think it could be down there?”

She urged Nimbus to slow down, and pointed down to a valley they were approaching.

“Let’s go down and get a better look then!”

She followed Goku’s lead. The valley was exceptionally beautiful, composed of a lush green field parted by a river with many mountains looming about. If only she brought a camera.

They slowed down to better follow the radar’s map. It begun beeping at a rapid pace when they neared a group of trees, signaling that they were virtually within feet of the dragon ball. She narrowed her eyes and scanned the scenery, though she didn’t see an orange orb anywhere.

Goku thought to search the treetops, and it proved to be the correct decision.

“Found it!” He hovered down to the ground, with the object held in his hand. The sunlight reflected off of it, highlighting its orange hue and the red stars within it.

“It’s the four-star ball too.” Goku stared fondly down at it. “My grandpa used to keep this, as a special treasure.”

“Your grandpa?”

“Yeah, Grandpa Gohan. He raised me, after I came to Earth when I was a baby.”

Vegito did mention something about that, but not in a lot of detail. She knew little about the old man, but it was clear that Goku cared a lot about him.

“Sounds like he was a nice man.”

“He was great. If he was still alive, I’m sure he would’ve loved to meet you _____.”

The reminder that a loved one was dead would’ve surely put a damper on someone’s mood, but his smile didn’t lose any of its strength. Quietly she scolded herself; Goku must’ve come to terms with his grandfather’s passing long ago. If he didn’t dwell on it, then she shouldn’t either.

It was very sweet of him to say that Gohan senior would’ve enjoyed meeting her though. Goku apparently thought so highly of her…but, considering he and Vegeta used to be joined as Vegito, should that come as a shock?

“Anyway, that’s one ball down. And in good time! If we keep it up, we can gather the rest before the day’s over.”

Goku handed the dragon ball to her, and she took the opportunity to study it. This was the first time she’s seen one of these things up close, and because of what they – or Shenron rather – was capable of, part of her was surprised that the orbs weren’t more popular than being simple legend.

But, Vegito told her why. Bulma’s dragon radars were the only devices on the entire planet that could sense them, and she was extremely strict about not revealing the blueprints on how they were made to anyone; not even her close associates at Capsule Corp. Plus, many people in different parts of the world either didn’t believe or didn’t know they existed. That was definitely for the best.

She tucked the orb into the bag, as Goku asked where the next nearest ball was. Minutes later, they were flying off into the sky again, going west.

༻ ❁ ༺

The sun was near the horizon, when they finally collected the final dragon ball. With all seven in tow, she and Goku traveled to Capsule Corp. On the way there, that anxiety she was brimming with earlier in the day returned with a greater intensity. When West City came into view, nausea made her stomach turn. She wished she had the enthusiasm Goku had.

“This’ll work _____. Don’t worry!”

One of his hands slammed her shoulder in an attempt to give a consoling pat, but because of his strength, it made her almost fall over onto the magical cloud.

“Whoops! Sorry.” Goku chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. She huffed, sliding off of the cloud and fixing the man with a half-hearted glare.

“Thanks for all your help, Nimbus.”

Goku dismissed the cloud, and it soared away, disappearing into the sky’s changing hues.

She moved to walk into the Capsule Corp building, but was stopped by the Saiyan.

“I wanted to let you know, that you can ride Nimbus whenever you want. Just shout its name, and it’ll come to you.”

“Really? Uh, thanks…” She blinked, feeling heat creep up her skin. “Why grant me that though?”

“Why not?”

Goku asked in return, beaming in a way that screamed innocence, before he made his way into the building. She was greatly flattered, and grateful for his kindness. Having access to something that could fly and required no fuel of any sort was useful, though she doubted it would be a good idea to use Nimbus to travel to work or anything like that.

When she caught up to Goku, he was speaking to Bulma near the front entrance.

“Great job. You can summon Shenron out in the back, whenever you’re ready.” The scientist addressed her when she approached. Her grip on the bag tightened. Within it, the dragon balls were flashing slowly in a rhythmic pattern, and it spurred her to get the show on the road.

“I’ll do it now. I can’t wait any longer.”

“I understand.”

Bulma nodded, and they all started down a hall to where the summoning occurred last time. The spot where the wish was made to undo the fusion…this wish would be made to bring him back together. It was poetic.

…Speaking of wishes, there was something she was honestly confused by.

“By the way. Bulma? How do you get away with summoning the dragon here, right in the city? Doesn’t it attract attention?”

“It does. But I came up with the excuse that Capsule Corp is working on developing a hologram of a dragon for a cinema project, and the public ate it up.” The bluenette shrugged her shoulders. She stared, in disbelief.

“Seriously? People believed that?”

“You’d be surprised, at how many people are easy to fool. It helps that hardly anyone alive today knows what the mythical dragon of wishes looks like. Shenron’s basically hidden in plain sight here.”

“Hm.” That was painfully convenient, but she would let it go. She heard Goku snicker, amused by her skepticism.

When they turned a corner, they were met with Trunks and Goten, who skid to a stop before them.

“Mom! …_____? Did you get the dragon balls?” The purple-haired boy asked. He and Goten held similar expressions of curiosity.

“Goku and I did, yeah.”

“Cool!” Goten grinned, and ran over to cling to his father’s trousers.

“Will we get to see Vegito again for real, Daddy?”

“We’ll have to wait and see.” He ruffled the boy’s hair.

They all resumed walking, with each of the boys chatting with their respective parent, leaving her to ruminate.

As much as she tried to fight it, fear slowly crept up from the pit of her gut. It was entirely possible that there wouldn’t be anything Shenron could do. The last time she was with him, when he told her that he would see her later, could’ve been the true last time she would ever see him again. Until she spoke her wish, she was caught in this state of unknowing. She hated it. She wanted to go forward, but at the same time, she was…terrified of what lied before her.

What if it actually didn’t work? Vegito…he was gone, for good as far as she knew. That felt so surreal, so cruel, that it couldn’t possibly be the truth. But, she’s gone through surreal, cruel events before. Perhaps this wouldn’t be any different.

She felt like throwing up, when they reached the outdoors area. On auto pilot, she took the dragon balls out of the bag and put them onto the pavement, as the others watched. Stepping back, she breathed in and out, attempting to quell the unease shaking her hands.

It’s now or never.

“Arise…Eternal Dragon.”

She spoke the command, but in a hushed tone. It worked nonetheless.

The orbs ceased their flashing and lit up simultaneously, before a massive burst of light shot from them and up into the sky, that grew darker than the nighttime that had already started to fall. Having never observed the dragon emerging from the orbs before, her worry was temporarily forgotten as awe washed over her features. The trail of light writhing and twisting around like a dancing serpent was such a stunning display.

When it ceased movement, the light dispersed, and left a green, antlered dragon floating in the sky. His glowing, stark-red eyes zoned in on her.

“You who have summoned me. I will grant you any three wishes that are within my power.”

His voice echoed, igniting the fear in her and setting her nerves aflame. With a quivering arm, she wiped away the sweat that welled on her forehead. An inferno burned, and she felt as if she would crumble into ash.

“S-Shenron.” She voluntarily raised her voice until she felt she was shouting, but even then, it sounded too quiet to her own ears. Face-to-face with the dragon like this, she felt incredibly small. Insignificant. The void within Shenron’s gaze was a grim reminder of reality itself, and she was entirely at its mercy now.

It didn’t stop her from announcing her desire, with about as much conviction as she could muster.

“I wish for Vegito to be brought back to life as his own person, separate from Goku and Vegeta, with his memories intact.”

Her words faded away into the air. There was silence.

… … …

“…Your wish is within my power.”

The breath she was unconsciously holding in, rushed out of her lungs with the force of a small gale. The blaze within her petered out. The atmosphere that befell the area dissipated, as vocalizations and expressions of relief sounded off from those behind her.

“However-”

Shenron resumed speaking, and her attention was completely re-captured.

“To essentially recreate and give a body to the Potara fusion of Goku and Vegeta will take all of my power. You will not be able to have a second or third wish granted.”

“That’s fine.”

She responded with no hesitation. It was such a meager consequence, that it was utterly dwarfed by what mattered the most here.

“Very well.”

The glow of his eyes heightened into a powerful radiance that made her draw back. She detected something intangible around herself change.

The air was shifting, and behind her, she caught the ki that had started to shine from Goku and Vegeta – the latter she just now noticed had joined them outside. The two Saiyans looked on in silent confusion, before they winced, as if they had been stricken with an unpleasant feeling. The aura stretched from their bodies and reached in streaks in front of her, before Shenron, and met to begin forming a mass of energy.

It was like the Saiyans’ essences were feeding it, as it grew larger and larger. Minutes passed, before the aura left the two and became completely integrated into the mass, as it stretched and twisted to form a humanoid shape.

Sparks danced and shot from it in a display that made her shield her face, but she took in how unmistakable features of it materialized.

Spiky hair…

Bangs…

A tail…

The chaos calmed, and in its wake stood the person who plagued her thoughts.

His expression was blank, soulless, but the spark of life immediately shot through his eyes and had him become animated. He rapidly blinked, and brought a gloved hand up to his face.

“Your wish has been granted. Farewell.”

Shenron departed, and the new figure turned to watch him fade back into the dragon balls, that flew upwards and shot into opposing directions in the brightening sky after.

He turned back to the group of people that stood before him, appearing absolutely perplexed.

“W-What…what is this…?”

Vegito’s eyes darted from Goku and Vegeta, instinctively zeroing in on them. Her heart lurched when he spoke, as he sounded different from what she remembered. There was no longer the voices of the two who made up him speaking in unison; instead there was a singular voice that struck a balance between them. He sounded ordinary.

“This woman here,” Vegeta began, gesturing towards her.

“Used the dragon balls to revive you.”

“Yeah!” Goku joined, flashing a grin full of wonder and excitement. “Welcome back Vegito!”

He stared at them, confused beyond belief, but he did turn his gaze towards her. Their eyes met, and water sprung up in her own. He maintained his shock, but seconds later, recognition flooded his stare. His face shifted in a way that made tears streak down her cheeks.

“_____...?”

He asked in sheer disbelief, and her initial response was to run towards him.

“Veggie!”

The nickname shot from her mouth without she thinking about it, and her face was buried into the fabric of his gi on his chest as her arms flew around his torso to hug him tightly.

“I missed you!”

She sobbed, though it was muffled. There was a pause, then she shivered when two muscled arms returned her embrace and pressed her more into his warmth. The tips of his fingers dug into the fabric of her shirt, and he nuzzled her head, burying his nose into her hair.

Peace she’s never known until now blanketed her mind, in that exact moment. She bathed in his presence, and got fleetingly lost in the sound of his heart beating. It grounded her, but also sent her spiraling into a trance where she felt like she was floating skyward in bliss. All of her previous fears melted away.

It took a gust of wind to bring her brain back to full focus. She wondered how the two of them appeared to everyone watching them right now, but the thrill of the moment swiftly got rid of that concern.

“It’s good to see you, Vegito.”

Bulma spoke, and while she couldn’t see her, the genuine delight in the woman’s voice was a good indicator as to how she was feeling.

“…It’s good to be back.” His breath blew past her scalp, voice taut with a mix of emotions. It made more tears fall, especially the one emotion that was stronger and more easily discernable from the rest. He sounded so happy.

“…Now…if you’ll excuse us.”

One of his arms moved to press under her rear and hoist her up, so her chin was resting on his shoulder. Sensing what was coming next, she held onto him, as he rose into the air before blasting off in a burst of speed with she nestled against him. The exhilaration of the act had her involuntarily laugh, as Capsule Corp and West City shrunk into the horizon.

He touched down in front of her house, and placed her onto her feet. She fixed her hair to get it out of her face, just as she was staggered by Vegito removing a glove from one of his hands and cupping her cheek. The callousness where smooth material would normally be had her intake a deep breath of air, as Vegito looked deeply into her eyes.

He was smiling, unrestrained. Taking in his handsome features once again, after so long, made electricity shoot down her spine and pool in her abdomen. Before she could say a single word, he leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers. His bangs curled against and stroked her skin, leaving it tingling.

In her shoes, her toes curled. Her fingers dug into his blue gi, not wanting to release it anytime soon.

It was quiet. Night had fallen, leaving the surrounding area dark and bathed in a peaceful atmosphere. Eyes closed, she relished in the feeling of being with Vegito once again. Her Saiyan.

“…So. You missed me, huh?”

She huffed, both amused and not surprised by the teasing question. Yep, this was Vegito alright.

“Yes, I did.” She was in too far of a good mood to try hiding her sentimental feelings, and not give him more ammo he would use to tease her further. He could have all the ammo he wanted, and she was put more under his spell as she felt his hand leave her cheek and travel to the back of her head, where his palm rubbed her scalp.

“How long was I out for?”

He referring to his erasure as something casual like he merely being unconscious, really pushed home the fact that he was truly here.

“Around five months in total.”

“Sheesh. That’s almost half a year.”

Vegito was being so light-hearted with this, that she wanted to cry again. She couldn’t resist allowing a few more tears to slip out, but he seemed to sense this, as his hand dropped from her head.

She opened her eyes in time to see him slightly pull away, so he could wipe her tears away with a level of delicateness she was surprised by. He regarded her with the same soft smile he had back on that special morning, but this time, nothing disrupted it. The warrior didn’t speak again, but just by what his eyes were revealing to her, she could tell that there was a lot more he wanted to say.

She wanted to say more as well. But, all of that could wait. She wanted to enjoy this peace, before just what the two of them were now was brought up for discussion. That likely will require serious consideration she was too content and tired right now to be capable of.

Vegito tugged her closer, and they embraced again. When she felt his tail come up to brush against her lower back, she had a good feeling about what was in store for them both.

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Fusion Revived - CH 9 (The Dream of One)

RATING: Teen and Up. PAIRING(S): Vegito x OC/Reader, alluded Gochi, alluded Vegebul CONTENT: Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Family Drama CW(s) THIS CHAPTER: None.

She had to make another delivery to Dr. Brief. This was the perfect opportunity.

It’s been long enough, almost two weeks. Surely Bulma would’ve settled in nicely with Vegeta again by now, so there wouldn’t be much of a risk of igniting the scientist’s anger if she showed her face. Theoretically.

She had to take it either way. She wanted Vegito back, more than anything, and that dragon radar was a must to have. It would’ve been far more logical to have Goku get it for her like he offered to, but she needed to step up here. She felt that she owed it to Vegito.

This time, Dr. Brief was waiting for her. She entered the building, toting an even larger stack of folders than last time. The CEO was standing by the front desk, and ceased his discussion with the employee there when she approached.

“Ah, thank you my dear! You and your department make my life so much easier.” The man smiled. The small black cat on his shoulder mewled, and her somber mood lessened at the cute sound.

“It’s no problem, sir.” She cleared her throat. She didn’t know where the woman was in the building, and she’d rather not waste time wandering around, so she took her chance here.

“If I may ask, is Bulma in today? I need to speak with her.”

“Yes, she’s in. I can take you to her office.”

“That would be great, thank you.” She’s thankful he didn’t question why she needed to talk to his daughter, but since she had the position she did, he likely assumed it was related to business.

Dr. Brief led her down a series of halls, going past the familial quarters and deeper into the rest of the structure. As they walked, with she keeping a close but loose distance from the doctor, her mind reeled.

Bulma telling her no would be the worst end to this. If she really wanted to go that route, she could ask Goku to take the radar from her anyway, but what good would that do in the end? He was one of her closest friends to boot, maybe he would take offense at she suggesting to go against the woman’s words. Maybe Bulma would try to punish her via legal means to top it off, and that was a headache she did not want in the slightest.

When Dr. Brief led her to the door of his daughter’s office, and left her standing there, she tried to calm her racing heart.

*knock knock*

A balled hand gently struck metal, and she waited with bated breath.

“Come in.”

A feminine voice called from the other side. Not wanting to let her anxiety freeze her solid, she immediately opened the door.

Blue eyes made contact with hers, and their owner went stiff.

“Hi.” She spoke, though the strain in her tone was blatant. “Hope you aren’t busy right now, because I need to talk to you.”

“…About what?”

Bulma’s response was tense, but it lacked hostility, something she was grateful for.

“Your dragon radar. I need it.”

“Why?”

The scientist asked in a raised tone of voice. She could see that the blue-haired woman surely became suspicious now, as her stare harshened into a glare. She stepped further into the room to partially close the door behind her, just in case Bulma started shouting.

“I want to use the dragon balls to wish Vegito back. As his own person.”

She quickly added in the latter sentence, knowing that implying she wanted to refuse Goku and her husband would’ve surely set her off. Her hunch was right, as she did see the spike of fury in Bulma’s blue irises, before it fizzled away just as fast. Curiosity was left in its place.

“His own person? You mean, separate from Vegeta and Goku?”

“Yes. I don’t know if the dragon can do it, but I want to still try.”

“… … …” Bulma went silent, and stared at her closely. She could tell the scientist was examining her, trying to get a better feel of things. This is the first time they’ve properly spoken to each other, and since their first ‘meeting’ involved something that people would see in tv dramas, she couldn’t blame Bulma for being on guard. She’s thankful Chi Chi wasn’t around, as from the exchange of words they had previously, she got the impression that the Son matriarch was the far more emotionally volatile one.

If it were Chi Chi she had to ask the radar for, she had no doubt the woman wouldn’t have bothered to hear her out, refusing because of sheer bitterness…probably pettiness too. Bulma at least hasn’t chased her off yet.

“Well,” Bulma leaned back in her chair. “I don’t see a reason why I shouldn’t give you the radar. I know that you…meant a lot to Vegito. And, I guess he meant a lot to you as well, since you’re here now.”

Considering how the fusion was her ex-husband in a way, she expected Bulma to express a little irritation at the minimum, but she instead started smiling slightly. A more solemn, vaguely sad light entered her eyes.

“Speaking of that…I wanted to apologize to you.”

“To me?” She asked, eyes widening. “For what?”

“…For basically taking Vegito away from you, like that. I’ve done some thinking about it since then, and it struck me that it was…very heartless of me.”

Unsure of how to respond, she stayed quiet. Bulma continued, looking down at her desk and tapping a finger.

“It was difficult, adjusting to him being around. The idea that I would never see Vegeta again…it hurt. Every time I looked at Vegito, I saw Vegeta. But, he wasn’t him. It got to the point that in my eyes, Vegito was almost like…a ghost. In a weird way.” She chuckled, though it contained little humor.

“When he told Chi Chi and I that he didn’t want to be with either of us, it made that feeling worse. He was…fascinating I have to admit, but he confused me. I was so frustrated over everything, what Buu and his handler did, and how Vegito was a permanent reminder of it, that I…never tried to understand how he felt about it all.”

“…It was just a bad, complicated time.” The reassurance left her lips involuntarily. She kept talking, briefly looking down at the ground.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t hate you…or Chi Chi. Took me awhile to stop feeling angry, but I understand why you two made the wish. You don’t have to apologize.”

She cleared her throat. “All I want is Vegito back, and in a way where you and Chi Chi can keep your husbands. It’ll be a happy ending for everyone.”

“Hm.” The scientist brightened up. “You’re right. And honestly, I shouldn’t exactly apologize to you anyway. It’s Vegito who deserves it.”

After everything she and Chi Chi did to him, how they treated him… The memories troubled Bulma. She vividly remembered the last thing Vegito told she and Chi Chi before he left in a fury, and soon, left this world altogether. That bridge between them had absolutely burned to ash, but she felt driven to see if another bridge could be built. If ill feelings could be forgiven, and let go.

Bulma pushed such thoughts back for now, and pulled out a drawer in her desk to remove something from it.

“Here.” The scientist held out a circular, white device with a knob at the top of it. Its screen was currently black, as it was powered off. She moved forwards to take it.

“This is the radar. You’ll know whenever the dragon balls become active again with this, which should be in about…”

“Four months.” She cut in. “Goku told me.”

“Oh?” Bulma looked amused. “You’ve spoken with him?”

“Yeah. He came to visit me a while ago. With the Instant Transmission thing.”

“I see. I’m assuming he already knows about you wanting the radar?”

“Yes. He said that he would go gather the dragon balls for me.”

“Sounds like you both have it all figured out. All there’s left to do, is to wait for the dragon balls to re-activate. I’ll trust the radar to you until then. You seem very responsible, but try not to lose it. Those things aren’t easy to make, believe it or not.”

“Right. I’ll take good care of it.” She gripped the contraption tightly.

It was all riding on Shenron now. If the dragon couldn’t bring Vegito back, then she would have to live with that. Easier said than done. She not holding what happened against the two other women aside, she knew that she would never get over how abruptly she and the Saiyan were ripped apart.

She never got to say goodbye to him. That alone made her not want to accept him being gone. So, she wouldn’t. She wouldn’t even try to, until Shenron was summoned.

…To think, she’s going through all this effort to revive someone who she thought would just be an annoying acquaintance and nothing more…

“Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you.” She turned to walk out of the room, but paused when Bulma spoke up again.

“Before you leave…let’s exchange phone numbers. Just to keep in better contact, in case something goes wrong with the radar.”

“…Ok.” That was good enough logic for her.

After they registered one another as a contact in their cellphones, she bid Bulma a temporary farewell and left the room. After she closed the door and turned back around to make her way down the hall, she was stopped by someone who was standing nearby.

A short, purple-haired boy with blue eyes that looked up at her with an awfully piercing gaze. Despite being 9 years old, Trunks had a bit of an intimidating air to him. Considering who his parents were, she wasn’t surprised.

“You’re really going to try to wish Vegito back?” He bluntly asked, arms crossed.

So, he was eavesdropping…that also didn’t surprise her.

“Yes.” She paused, feeling awkward. It wasn’t every day that she spoke with kids, and unlike Goten, Trunks didn’t seem to be that amiable.

“Do you…not want that?”

“Never said I didn’t. It’s just surprising. I guess you really are his girlfriend.”

“Girlfr-” She started then stopped, the heat of embarrassment immediately rushing to her face. It took some strength, but she managed to keep her voice level.

“Kid, I’m not his girlfriend.” She shook her head. “I don’t even know if he likes me like that; not that it’s important anyway. I just want him alive again.”

At this, Trunks lost the edge he carried. Similar to Bulma, his expression fell; becoming vaguely remorseful.

“…Sorry…” He muttered. She knew what he was referring to, without he needing to say it. Perhaps he had involvement in it somehow, but the details didn’t matter to her at this point. She mustered a smile, even though her heart was still beating at a quickened pace because of the boy’s earlier remark.

“It’s fine. If this works, all will be well.”

Trunks merely nodded, and didn’t say anything else; keeping his stare fixed on the ground. She took this as her cue to leave, as she had to get back to her work place anyhow.

She headed down to the main entrance, but to her surprise, a familiar spiky-haired man left a room just as she came near it. She ignored how her heart jumped, especially when he turned to face her. Off the bat, she noticed that he was…about as tall as she was. A touch endearing, but she wouldn’t dare voice it out loud.

“Uh…” She gulped. “Hi…Vegeta.”

The man’s face was neutral, mouth forming a line. His eyes were in a scowl, but she detected no anger or unfriendliness in his stare. If anything, he regarded her in a faintly…soft manner. It was almost identical to a look she caught Vegito giving her one time…

Vegeta nodded in acknowledgement, but didn’t speak. He stepped past her and down the hall, in the direction she came from. She watched the Saiyan go, but recalled what she was doing before, and resumed on her way.

She walked down many halls, exiting Capsule Corp with the dragon radar tucked safely into her bag, feeling more hopeful that she’d get to see the smug warrior again soon.

༻ ❁ ༺

Her office door suddenly slammed open, making her jump.

“She was talking to you about something.” Her visitor gruffly stated, entering without waiting for approval and pushed the door shut behind him.

“What was it?”

“…It was about the dragon radar. She wants to wish Vegito back to life, with his own existence separate from you and Goku. Didn’t Goku tell you?”

“No. The clown’s been too focused on his family, I suppose.”

Vegeta snorted, and crossed his arms. Bulma smirked.

“Well, that’s why she was here. In four months, if her plan succeeds…there’ll be another pure-blooded Saiyan around. However unnatural his origins are.” She hummed thoughtfully. He tsked.

“You say that as if it means anything to me.”

“Maybe it does…or doesn’t. But obviously, Vegito’s powerful. Stronger than you and Goku even. Does THAT mean anything to you?”

“…Hmph. We’ll see.”

Was all Vegeta said in return, before taking his leave. Bulma knew, from the bottom of her heart, that he was going to train. And be training for a while.

She shook her head, entertained by her husband’s seemingly indifferent demeanor. She was aware that he wouldn’t take being the third best on the planet and likely in this universe sitting down, but despite how devoted he’ll be to sticking to the gravity room, she was thankful he was even here at all.

…It reminded her of what had to be lost first. She sincerely hoped things would work out.

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Fusion Revived - CH 8 (Returning to Normal)

RATING: Teen and Up. PAIRING(S): Vegito x OC/Reader, alluded Gochi, alluded Vegebul CONTENT: Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Family Drama CW(s) THIS CHAPTER: None.

She sat outside in the same spot they were both in four days ago. There was no idyllic ambience this time, no feeling of peace.

She curled in on herself, with her legs hugged by her arms and her head resting against her bent knees. Miserable couldn’t accurately describe the storm that raged on since she spat fire at the women who ruined her happiness for the sake of their own. Worse than that, they stripped away Vegito’s sense of self, reducing him to a state of oblivion for those who made him to be freed.

She hated it, but she understood why they did it.

It was plain to see back at Capsule Corp, and even disregarding that, anyone with even the smallest degree of common sense would know that they rightfully wanted their husbands to come home. The fathers to their children.

They had families, something she couldn’t completely relate to as she’s never had her own. When Chi Chi claimed that she didn’t know what she was talking about, it held water.

But Vegito…did he ever belong to either of THEIR families? Considering what happened, no. He was stuck in a place where he was indelibly connected to both, but he could never and would never be what Goku and Vegeta were. He had the job of being there for his not-wives and sons, but it was one he was destined to grapple with, and ultimately fail at. That didn’t stop him from trying regardless.

Yet, it wasn’t good enough. Forget what she felt, Vegito was the victim here. Thinking of him as such may come off as she viewing him as some poor, defenseless man, when he was light years away from being such. He was able to take down the very manifestation of evil that had haunted the universe for eons with hardly any trouble. If he could do that, then what couldn’t he do? What couldn’t he reach?

That, was where he became a victim. The possibilities of having those questions explored was cruelly ripped away from him.

There wasn’t even a place she could send her prayers to for his spirit to rest. He didn’t exist anymore, but she still wanted to help him somehow. She wanted to bring him back, in a way where Goku and Vegeta didn’t have to disappear themselves. But was that even remotely feasible…?

She didn’t bother keeping track of the time, too stuck in her musings. She did notice when the air changed however, and someone’s presence was close.

She looked up.

Goku was before her, lowering his hand. He didn’t speak right away, choosing to jab his index fingers together as he self-consciously avoided making eye contact.

“…Hi…it’s me. Goku.”

She mustered a half-hearted laugh.

“I know who you are. Hi.”

He drew back, probably anticipating for she to lash out at him or the like. Seeing as she didn’t, he moved forward with no reluctance and crashed down to sit cross-legged. It’s a position she’s seen Vegito do a dozen times.

“Sorry for…bothering you.” The Saiyan maintained a gentle disposition, both in look and sound. It brought her back to the sparse times when Vegito showed her his soft side, before Vegeta’s influence came in and brought the cautiousness back.

So many comparisons she could make, but in the end, what did it matter?

“I wanted to see how you were doing.”

“…That’s kind of you.” Her head tilted back, to rest against the tree.

“But as you can see, I’m doing terrible. I miss him.”

Straight to the point, she hid nothing and left nothing vague. Talking candidly to Goku came as easy as breathing, in an indescribable but welcomed way.

“I know…this is going to sound weird but…” He rubbed the back of his head.

“I’ve been missing you too, in a way.”

“…Careful there. You ARE married, sir.”

“Heheh!” Goku laughed at her comment, flashing a broad grin. His cheeks were a peachy shade.

“I know! Chi Chi would kill me if she knew that I came here to see you, but I just had to.”

She listened keenly. She felt warm again.

“I have Vegito’s memories, and can remember the emotions he felt in them. Same should go for Vegeta. We both know how much Vegito cared about you, and on my end anyway, those feelings persist in me. It does feel wrong, but…it feels right too.”

Becoming the teeniest-bit uncomfortable at where this was going, she fidgeted but didn’t interrupt. She did latch onto what he said about the fusion having cared for her, apparently by a large margin, if his phrasing meant such. A sense of longing overtook her…

“I don't want to overstep any boundaries, but I do still want to be your friend. It doesn’t matter how Chi Chi would feel about it, or what she would say. I just can't abandon you, not after how you and Vegito bonded... I can't say with certainty that Vegeta feels the same way, but there is a chance. He's even worse with this mushy stuff than I am, so who knows?” He chuckled.

That was sweet. She appreciated that Goku at least wouldn’t cut all ties with her. He and Vegeta weren’t Vegito, but fragments of him in a sense. The only remnants. She would treasure that.

“Hey…Goku? Vegito told me that the fusion was permanent, but obviously it wasn’t. Did the Kais, or whatever they’re called, lie to you?”

“I don’t think so. Elder Kai was pretty convinced once two people fused using potara, that there wasn’t any way for it to be undone. He knew about the dragon balls, but I guess he didn’t consider if they could actually do it.” Goku gazed upwards, and hummed.

“Or, maybe he was aware, but thought that we would be fine existing as a fusion forever. Vegito was the perfect person to guard Earth after all. The best of Vegeta and me put together…”

He frowned. She inquired about his sudden mood drop.

“What’s wrong?”

“…I really don’t like how Chi Chi and Bulma treated Vegito.” He sat up straight. “It was unfair.”

“Tell me about it…” She grumbled.

“Defeating Buu was our number one priority back then. No matter what it took, he needed to be stopped. I told Vegeta there was no going back after we fused, and he still put on the potara anyway. We knew what we were doing, and we thought it would be for the best.”

It was, and it wasn’t. It saved Earth, but it brought pain right into their families.

“Both of our minds came together to form the base of Vegito’s, but he was his own deal. I think of him as a branch off of myself, but also…as a brother too. And kind of a son, in a really weird way.”

“Fusion in general is really weird.” She echoed, relating to his puzzlement.

“I feel bad. Like I failed him somehow, even though there wasn’t anything I could do.”

Goku admitted, and his face lost all of its prior cheerfulness. She related oh so painfully with him there. She was even THERE when Shenron was summoned, but she was too late to stop them from making the wish. She would’ve dealt with two furious, bloodthirsty widows, but she would’ve saved Vegito.

… … …

…Actually…wait a minute-

“Goku!” Her passionate and unexpected outburst made him jump. She stared at him intensely, hands balled into fists.

“Do you think that we can use the dragon balls to bring Vegito back?”

“…Bring him back? _____, he’s technically not dead, so there’s nothing to bring-”

“That’s not what I mean.” She interjected.

“Can the dragons balls bring him back as his own being, separate from you and Vegeta?”

This made the Saiyan freeze stiff, and wheels turn in his brain. He goggled at her as minutes passed. Anticipation and the smallest flame of hope made her shiver, but she waited as patiently as she could for him to answer.

“I…” Goku’s eyes darted in multiple directions, before settling on her own. “I don’t know. I don’t know how Shenron would make that happen, if he’s even capable of it at all.”

“But, is there a chance?”

“Yes, I have to say so. We won’t know unless we try.”

The wish-granting dragon of Earth could do so much, from wiping memories of a specific event from everyone’s minds around the globe to resurrecting multiple people from the dead at once, but was manipulating reality to this grand of a scale included? But Goku was right, they wouldn’t learn unless they went for it.

She was determined to. This was their only method of returning Vegito to this world, that didn’t involve fusion, and she would take it.

“We have to wait though, since the dragon balls are dormant right now. But Chi Chi and Bulma only used one of the wishes, so we have to wait four months instead of the usual one year.”

Four months? That was too long.

“What about the…namekian dragon balls? Can’t we use those?”

“I already did. I went to Namek yesterday, and used them to revive Vegeta since he was still dead.” Goku sighed.

“They’re dormant now too. We have to wait, and that’s that.”

That was highly annoying, but she guessed it couldn’t be helped. She had to wait four months to see if this ludicrous wish could even come true… Her fingernails dug into her legs out of vexation. At least it was only four months. If she had to wait a year, this agitation would’ve drove her up a hundred walls.

“Alright. Four months, then. I need to see if Bulma will let us have the dragon radar. I’ll ask her.”

“Really? Are you sure? Maybe it’ll be better if I ask.”

“No, I need to be the one. And not because this was my idea.” She breathed out, mulling over how to phrase this.

“Vegito…I have a hunch that she and Chi Chi felt pressured to make that wish because of me. Because of how close he was to me. I guess the both of them felt like they were losing Vegito, or more specifically, losing what was left of you and Vegeta. That must’ve scared them. If I was in their shoes…I would’ve been scared too.”

That was the truth. She didn’t believe she would’ve acted differently from them.

“Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think they felt threatened by ME specifically. More like the fact that…Vegito getting with someone else meant that their relationships with him would be truly over. They couldn’t let that happen.”

She felt weird saying ‘getting with someone else’, because she couldn’t determine if that’s what Vegito intended to do. She didn’t know if he had actual…feelings for her. Feelings like that.

She has realized that she herself is genuinely attracted to him. It’s obvious to her now. It’s stared her in the face, and it took she losing him for it to set in. What she wouldn’t give to hear his wondrous voice again, to see his alluring form, his smirk that got under her skin in such an intoxicating way, and his smile that was absurdly endearing…

Vegito at least liked her in a friendly manner, but anything more was impossible to establish. There was no way for her to know.

Not until he was revived.

“It’s kind of my fault that this happened to him. I need to make things right.”

Black eyes looked into her own, as their owner studied her carefully. With…respect? That was embarrassing, but also, it made her feel proud of herself.

“I understand.” Goku’s toothy grin gave her a confidence boost. “I think Bulma will give you the radar, she doesn’t lose anything by doing it. And when the time comes, I’ll go around the world to get them!”

He jumped up to his feet, fists raised and face shining.

“I have a good feeling about this _____! It’ll work out. I have faith.”

If he has faith, then she should too.

“I gotta get going now. I told Chi Chi I was going out for just a few minutes. See you later!”

She waved just as Goku’s body fizzled away into the air. Her mood was significantly better than it was before he visited, and she’s thankful he did. Their conversation was exactly what she needed, to lose this hopelessness and gain motivation.

She won’t go to Capsule Corp right away, as tensions were likely still high. She’d wait a week at the minimum, and perhaps longer, once she manages to figure out how to tell Bulma her plan.

Additionally, to apologize to her for calling her selfish. It felt good in the moment, but it may have been out of line.

༻ ❁ ༺

The smell of something delectable touched his nose with a tantalizing waft as soon as he appeared in his home, and Goku marched straight to the kitchen.

“Chi Chi! I’m home!”

When he entered the room, his wife was standing before their stove covered to the brim with pots and pans, while an assortment of veggies were lined next to her on the counter. His stomach was already growling up a storm, and he would’ve approached her to see just what she was cooking, but he was thrown off by Chi Chi herself.

Son Goku was very perceptive to ki. He was committed to understanding it back in his youth, when he was mentored by Kami and Mr. Popo, and he became somewhat of a master of reading ki when Gohan was born. Being able to gauge someone’s mood, and even their level of health, by how their ki radiated was a skill Goku found very useful, as he wasn’t great at reading the intricacies of body language or more unnoticeable signs.

It didn’t take long for him to piece together that Chi Chi was upset.

Her mood took a sharp fall the moment he announced his presence. She has yet to speak a word to him on top of that. He was clueless on the cause of it though.

“Chi? What’s wrong?”

“…Goku...”

She spoke softly, sadly, yet did not turn to face him. This worried him. He stepped towards her.

“What is it?”

When he drew close enough, he saw that her hands at her sides were shaking. Hearing him move to her, she turned around this time. Her eyes were glistening with tears, and she appeared desperate.

“Do you still love me, Goku?”

Confused, his head slanted.

“Of course I love you. Why are you asking?”

His blunt, innocent response had the opposite effect one may have expected. The woman’s tears fell, and her eyes went to the floor.

“I…Goku…it’s been so long since you’ve been home. You were gone for seven years. Then, when you came from Other World to be in the Worlds Martial Arts Tournament, I was so happy. Even if it was just for a day, our family could be together again. But…”

Her voice gained more strength, but it was still dripping with emotion. She looked him in the eyes.

“Those Babidi and Buu monsters ruined everything. You fused with Vegeta, and I lost you again. Forever, I thought. Vegito looked close to you, but he wasn’t you. He was never you. And now…I have you back, finally. But it doesn’t FEEL like you’re back, Goku!”

Where was this going? He didn’t like it. Chi Chi looked to be at her wit’s end. It’s fortunate that Goten and Gohan were out; he could feel their ki out in the wilderness surrounding their house, likely gathering ingredients for their mother.

He didn’t want them to overhear this.

“What do you mean by that, Chi Chi?”

“…You feel distant, far away. Like you aren’t here at all, but you are! You’re here now, but I can’t help wondering if you still love me. After everything that’s happened…”

He had a brief flashback, of what _____ told him earlier.

‘I guess the both of them felt like they were losing Vegito, or more specifically, losing what was left of you and Vegeta. That must’ve scared them.’

Chi Chi’s question then made sense. The martial artist breathed in and out. Here goes with this mushy stuff again, he was never all that great with it, but for his wife…this type of mushiness was special. Deserved.

“Chi, if I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t be standing right here. Right now.” He stared down at her, speaking gently but with a level of conviction that had her knees go weak.

“I wouldn’t have had our sons with you. I wouldn’t have agreed to marry you…once I found out what marriage actually was.”

The woman suppressed a giggle. Goku reached out to take one of her hands in his own, virtually eclipsing it. Chi Chi immediately squeezed his palm, always loving how the callousness of his hands felt against her smooth skin.

“I know I’ve been gone for a really long time. I want to make up for all if it. Every day, every minute. I’m here to stay, Chi Chi.”

He has no plans of leaving again. The only reason he thought it would be best to stay dead after Cell killed him, was because it would help keep his family and friends safe. He’s been a magnet for trouble, and he was tired of letting it hit so close to home. Ironically, they did have peace on the planet for years, and as soon as he was back for one day…

His decision ended up being justified. But part of him still regrets it. He had no idea Chi Chi was pregnant with Goten at the time, and he missed seven years of the boy’s life so far. Chi Chi had to raise him all on her own, with Gohan lending whatever support he could as her firstborn. He had so much to make up for.

“Oh, Goku…!”

She jumped at him, and they met in a warm embrace. He held her tightly, and deeply inhaled, taking in her scent. It always had a soothing effect on him.

From afar, lingering in the kitchen’s entrance from outside, their sons watched quietly with wide smiles.

“…You haven’t forgotten what you promised me, right?”

“Hm? What was that?”

“You getting a job. I expect you to keep to your word, mister!” She wiped her dried tears away and poked him in the chest, glaring in a lighthearted way but he knew all too well that she was serious. Goku chuckled, and leaned down to plant a kiss on her cheek, much to her pleasure.

“Don’t worry Chi. You know that I never break promises.”

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Fusion Revived - CH 7 (Reunited)

RATING: Teen and Up. PAIRING(S): Vegito x OC/Reader, alluded Gochi, alluded Vegebul CONTENT: Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Family Drama CW(s) THIS CHAPTER: Character Death (in a sense).

No matter what she tried to distract herself with, she couldn’t rid herself of her worry. Whatever Chi Chi and Bulma wanted to talk about with him couldn’t have been good, and when Vegito didn’t return later that day, it spoke volumes. She tried to not think about it, knowing her place. It must have been a family matter, and she had no business involving herself there, lest she risk sparking more drama. She resigned to waiting for Vegito to come back on his own, however difficult it was.

The next day, it was another waiting period. She went about her day, going to work and returning in the evening, but there was no sign of him still. The anxiety grew.

On the third day, today, she’s had enough. She had a smaller shift, getting off in the afternoon, and she made up her mind to go directly to Capsule Corp and search for him. She just wanted to know if things were ok.

If they weren’t, she wanted to let him know that he could use her shoulders to lean on, if he needed it. The Saiyan had too much pride and emotional awkwardness to probably accept that offer, but at least she would get it off of her chest.

~~~

It was another average day for West City, though she hurried along its highway, face set with soft eyes and a deep frown. She mulled over what she was going to say when she got there, hoping that Bulma wouldn’t chase her away. Vegito made it clear to her that he and the scientist were not in a relationship, that having been settled way before he met her, so it wasn’t like Bulma could reasonably call her a homewrecker or anything.

Even if she did, she wouldn’t let that stop her from seeing Vegito.

She gripped her steering wheel firmly, maneuvering around the other cars as she exited the highway and entered the city’s inner streets. Capsule Corp was getting closer, and her impatience was growing, but she had to hit her brakes and go slower when she registered something very odd.

The sky was darkening, too quickly for it to be natural. Additionally, it was midday, and there weren’t enough clouds in the sky to blot out the sun. She looked around to see if she could spot the cause for it, and it did appear.

A colossal ray of light shot up into the sky from the center of the city, coiling as it rose. She watched with shock and awe as its shape changed, morphing into something that was serpentine. The yellow light faded to reveal an antlered green dragon with eyes a solid ruby-red, floating. Its head was angled down so it could gaze at the ground.

That had to be Shenron. Which meant… she looked to the source of its attention, right down to a circular building. The same one she was heading towards.

She fired up her engine, and sped there as fast as she could without breaking the speed limit.

༻ ❁ ༺

The instant she parked her car, she jumped out of it, and ran into Capsule Corp. Vegito mentioned to her that he and his friends were the only people who usually gathered the dragon balls as they had a special device that could pinpoint each location of them across the globe, and they used Shenron only for what was absolutely needed. Someone here, or multiple people, were going to make wishes and she had to find out why.

There were employees out here and there, who quickly shifted to stand against the sides of the rooms and halls as she ran past. Common sense was telling her to ask them where Shenron had been summoned, but a stronger sense of urgency kept her moving with her jaw clamped shut. Recalling that there was an area right next to the building that was used for recreational purposes, she set her sights there.

Her lungs were burning, but she pushed herself forwards, jogging to the set of sliding doors that led outside. They opened, and she skid to a stop.

There was a group gathered around glowing spheres on the ground, which the end of Shenron’s body faded into. She recognized Goten and Trunks immediately. Their heads whipped around when she appeared, and they looked surprised. There were other people present she didn’t recognize however, like a man with spiky black hair who stood next to Goten. He too stared at her, puzzled, and she took in how his facial features were very similar to Goten’s. Distantly, similar to Vegito’s as well.

She noticed a blue-haired woman standing at the forefront, next to another woman who had black hair in a bun and who was wearing a Chinese dress with matching garb. The former had to be Bulma, and the latter…Chi Chi perhaps?

Bewildered, she jumped when a booming voice echoed through the air. Shenron’s jaws, lined with razor sharp teeth, moved.

“Your wish shall be granted.”

Its eyes glowed, the intense red blood-curdling. Quietly, she panicked, realizing that she just missed what Bulma and Chi Chi requested from the eternal dragon…

༻ ❁ ༺

He threw another bone onto the pile with the rest, finished with his meal.

He’s stayed on this island ever since he left Capsule Corp in a fit of rage, and has taken time to think over things. Taking breaks from his brooding, and occasional exercises to work off more steam, the Saiyan did some hunting for food. Despite how terrible he felt, he still had an appetite, and he couldn’t ignore it.

The fish and birds he caught and roasted over a fire were good enough. The simplicity of it, and the alike circumstances, brought him back to the troubling time of his temporary living arrangements a year ago. Bulma and Chi Chi needed time to cope with the loss of their husbands, so he virtually had to live outdoors for a handful of days before Bulma decided to let him stay at Capsule Corp. It didn’t bother him, as both Goku and Vegeta had much familiarity with roughing it out in the wild, so he was content to hunt a dinosaur and have it be his dinner.

Words couldn’t describe how satisfying and vitalizing it was to eat something delicious, as your literal very first meal. It’s the littlest things that had the most impact, and what has helped motivate him to not dwell on his…tragic origin. He was placed into this world with one duty, and he had to bear it, with the stress and the consequences of it all.

Currently, Vegito sat at the edge of a cliff that overlooked the ocean, absent-mindedly watching the tide roll into the beach below. Deciding on what to do has proven impossible. It was far too difficult a situation to solve, and he would love to see someone else try to piece this baffling puzzle together in his shoes. At this point, his only hope would be that the women’s plan would fail. If it did, then-

“Gah…!”

He lurched forward, when a burst of pain sliced through him vertically from his head down to his midsection all of a sudden. It wasn’t necessarily a physical ache, but something extremely uncomfortable that cut right down to his ki. To his spirit. It was gut-wrenching, and it worsened until it became excruciating.

Vegito’s ki spiked and lowered erratically as his body tried to make sense of what was happening. His hair repeatedly turned from black to blonde, then back. He held his sides, groaning in agony and gritting his teeth.

A light had begun to shine within his chest, and gradually escalated in brightness.

…Did they do it…?

He tried to fight against it. He channeled his ki and powered up vastly, to get the ethereal force separating him to disperse. The pain did actually decline, but only a little bit.

It wasn’t enough. He could feel his strength draining.

In the recesses of his head, of his subconscious, there was a gap widening. Memories became scrambled and pulled apart, resulting in a migraine so severe that it trampled all the ones he’s had previously. The world around him fell into a haze he couldn’t see through. Before everything went dark, he did think about one particular thing.

He never got to say goodbye.

The light burst from his body. Vegito’s scream was cut short when his form faded into a glowing sphere that split into two parts.

They undulated and morphed, taking the shape of two adult men.

They stood, minds blank and regained senses delicate, as they took in their surroundings. They faced each other, wordlessly asking the same question, before it all rushed forward in a burst that made them flinch. They each experienced a flurry of their fusion’s memories, that begun when he was created and ended right at the location they were in.

They nodded at each other in acknowledgment, and the shorter of the two laid a hand on the other’s shoulder as he put two fingers to his forehead.

༻ ❁ ༺

“Is there no other wish you desire?”

“No. That’s it.”

“I see. Farewell.”

Shenron’s body turned back into light, that was sucked into the dragon balls. The seven orbs ascended into the air, and slammed into each other, flying away in opposite directions that made them resemble small comets. The sky returned to its normal color.

No one said anything. Bulma and Chi Chi turned around, looking pleased with themselves. Their smiles dropped when they spotted her, but before a word was aired, there were two new people on the scene. Both of them were men of differing heights, and one of them had a translucent circle on top of his head.

Their faces were uncanny, and the one earring each of them wore…

… … …

The realization made her want to fall to the ground.

“Goku!”

“Vegeta!”

Their respective wives called out their names. They ran to them and embraced them with no restraint.

“Goku…oh Goku, it’s been so long…”

Chi Chi shed tears, and she buried her face into his chest. When he didn’t react, she pulled away.

“Goku…?”

Instead of at his wife - who he technically hasn’t seen in a very long time - he was staring at her.

So was Vegeta.

Their expressions were unreadable. She couldn’t take it.

Tears sprung from her eyes. Everyone present observed her as she backed away. Breaking into a run, she went back into the building and didn’t look back. A hand went to her lips in a futile attempt to soften her gasps for air.

Vegito was gone.

He was gone, and she never got a chance…

She reached the parking lot, and would have made a beeline to her car, but something grabbed onto the hem of her shirt.

“_____!” A youthful voice cried. “Please stay!”

Goten’s eyes were glossy. “Everything will be ok. You can be friends with my dad.”

Pain pierced her gut, and shot up to her heart. She appreciated the child trying to console her, but it couldn’t be helped.

“I…I-I’m sorry, but it wouldn’t be the same.”

At her reply, his lip puckered out, and his eyes sparkled with a visible fluid. A clamor of footsteps sounded in the distance, and the two were advanced upon by everyone else. Chi Chi stepped forward, teeth bared in a scowl.

“Get away from her, Goten!”

The boy let go of her clothing, but he shockingly didn’t do what Chi Chi commanded. He stared at his mother silently, dejected.

“You…” Chi Chi zeroed in on her. “I don’t know why you showed up, but this is a family matter that you have no right even seeing! Leave us.”

She was heartbroken, but she would be damned if she let this lady talk to her like that. A spark set off a flame, and her lip curled up in a snarl.

“You’re right. But Vegito was my friend. I cared about him, clearly more than you ever have! Which is ironic, considering who he was made of!”

She struck a nerve. Chi Chi was infuriated.

“How dare you! You don’t know WHAT you’re talking about!!”

Goku and Vegeta were staring at her again. She internally pleaded for them to stop.

“I know enough! I know that Vegito wanted to live! He had his own feelings, his own dreams! Despite that, he was committed to protecting all of you and this world, which was why he was even here to begin with! But you chose to kill him.”

She’s never been this livid before; her body was shaking all over. Chi Chi and Bulma looked like they were both about to pounce on her, they even inched forward, but an arm from each of their husbands shot out so they could halt them.

When the women gave them looks that asked what in the world they were doing, the men still didn’t speak. She had no guess as to what was going through their heads. She didn’t care either way. Her biggest priority now was to leave as soon as possible, as to not break down before all of these people who did not mourn the benevolent warrior.

“You two are so SELFISH.”

She ended her tirade. No one stopped her nor spoke further when she stomped towards her car, hopping in and speeding away once the engine was on.

In the confines of her vehicle, safe from prying eyes, her tears resumed with a vengeance. She cried.

She cried over the loss of the man who didn’t deserve this fate, and…

She cried over the loss of the chance she had, to make their friendship something more.

༻ ❁ ༺

When she left, an awkward silence persisted in the group. Goku and Vegeta released their wives’ arms, and watched _____’s car zoom up the street and out of sight.

“…Daddy…?” Goten was first to speak, looking up at Goku with eyes brimming with tears. His eyes snapped towards the child, and after releasing a sigh of pent-up strain, he smiled.

“Hey buddy. Long time no see.”

Goten perked up, and leaped into his father’s arms. His older brother, Gohan, walked towards Goku and softly spoke a greeting with a bright smile that he returned. Chi Chi wordlessly stared at Goku embracing Goten, shocked and hurt that her husband stopped her from putting that ignorant stranger in her place.

Bulma too questioned why Vegeta did the same to her, but her happiness at seeing the perpetually-scowling man kept her from dwelling on it for the time being. Trunks was ecstatic himself.

“Dad! I missed you! So did Mom!”

“Hmph…” Vegeta’s frown didn’t falter, but he peered down at his son with fondness in his eyes. He didn’t look at all at Bulma, but she was unperturbed. Vegeta wasn’t one to get soft when she and him weren’t alone, and even then, he was soft in his own stoic way. She did make sure to point out an important detail, however.

“Vegeta, your halo. You’re still dead…?”

“Ooooh. That’s right, you never got revived.” Goku laughed. “That’s ok. I’ll go to Namek and use their dragon balls to wish you alive again.”

That small dilemma solved, the group dispersed, with the individual families looking to catch up with their respective members. Bulma and Trunks walked into Capsule Corp as Goku was surrounded by his wife and children, who all placed a hand on his body in preparation for he using Instant Transmission. Gohan informed him that his girlfriend, Videl, was waiting for their return at their Mt. Paozu home. He honed onto her ki, but didn’t teleport right then.

The two Saiyan men briefly made eye contact before the Son family vanished. They communicated without needing to speak.

‘Kakarot.’

‘I know, Vegeta.’

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Fusion Revived - CH 6 (Family)

RATING: Teen and Up. PAIRING(S): Vegito x OC/Reader, alluded Gochi, alluded Vegebul CONTENT: Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Family Drama CW(s) THIS CHAPTER: None.

It’s funny how different things feel now. It’s like Vegito is an entirely new person to her, having gone from a friendly stranger to someone she truly does consider a friend. A dear friend, even.

He told her all sorts of stories about the adventures he’s had, or rather, what Goku and Vegeta had. While possessing his own mind, he does have their memories, and he was able to talk about them like he himself had been there.

How Goku and Vegeta met one another sounded like something that came right out of a movie. Actually, everything both Saiyans went through sounded so out-of-this-world that you would only see it in fiction. But Vegito had no reason to lie, and she got no impression he was, so she ate up every word. There were some parts that were…awful, namely every heinous act Vegeta committed in the early years of him knowing Goku and his friends, and how he gave his soul to Babidi just for more power, but he finally tried to at least do one good thing. His sacrifice to Majin Buu, though it didn’t work, showed just how far he’s come.

Vegito told her more about the demon, and that they used objects called dragon balls to fix the messes he caused, along with erasing the memories people on Earth had of him. The existence of a magical, wish-granting dragon that emerged from little orbs that you had to gather from around the world was probably the most ridiculous thing out of them all, but she accepted it. She accepted everything, having already come to grips with how Vegito flipped her understanding of the world onto its head.

Nothing would ever be the same again, and she was ok with that.

Vegito went into a little more detail regarding the Saiyans, only divulging that they were a warrior race containing members that were physically stronger than any typical earthling, and that they were virtually extinct now due to their homeworld Planet Vegeta getting destroyed. He seemed to not want to go into what they did on the planet or how the Saiyans lived, but he did go over how Vegeta was their prince and would have eventually become their king.

He touched more upon his relationship between the two Saiyans’ wives, explaining that he didn’t feel comfortable trying to be a husband to either one of them. Goku is Chi Chi’s husband, Vegeta was Bulma’s, and he didn’t want to step anywhere in that kind of territory. She interpreted this as him saying that he was single, which she may or may not have grown especially happy about…

The last thing she was told that her attention clung to, was Vegito’s level of strength. Being a potara fusion, he had Vegeta and Goku’s power combined, and multiplied. He was the strongest person on Earth, and in the entire universe, which makes him the perfect guardian for both. If anything like Majin Buu appeared again, he would be ready.

A consequence to his power however, was that there was no one around who could give him a challenging fight.

He trained his sons Goten and Trunks, and sparred with someone he called Piccolo every now and then, but he couldn’t use his full strength or even a substantial amount because they or anyone else can’t handle it. Unable to experience any thrill in fighting, and demotivated from training regularly since he was already at the top of the universal pyramid, he was left stricken with boredom the majority of the time this past year.

That must’ve been part of the reason why he became so motivated to pester her. She made him feel entertained, more often than he’s felt since he destroyed Buu.

She doubted she has the heart to ever grow genuinely mad at him again. She’s grateful he’s allowed her in like this.

༻ ❁ ༺

A day has passed. As the weather was fair, the two of them were outside yards away from her home, getting fresh air.

She was catching up on a novel she was hooked onto, while Vegito sat next to her, resting against the tree with his legs crossed and eyes closed. The tip of his tail was in the grasp of one of her hands, held gingerly as her fingers stroked its fur. He remained still and quiet, but the blush on his face spoke enough on its own.

He trusting her enough to let her touch his tail tickled the woman pink. He did warn her to not squeeze it as it was sensitive, which is why he usually kept it wrapped around his waist, but he was content to let her pet it as much as she pleased. Either he was willing to indulge her, or it must have felt good. Or both.

She managed to go through two chapters of her book before Vegito’s tail twitched abruptly. He was sitting up straighter now, posture stiffened, and eyes open.

“Something up?”

“Goten and Trunks are approaching us.”

He answered, staring to his side, up at the sky.

“…Is that a bad thing?” He looked vigilant, so she couldn’t help but wonder.

“Not inherently.” He popped his neck, rubbing it with a hand before he moved to stand up. She let go of his tail so she wouldn’t accidently pull it, and got up onto her feet as well.

Looking ahead, she could see two blurs of aura steadily growing larger, as the two boys that gave them off drew nearer. They landed smoothly before their father, and for a second, she was envious that two kids were such expert fliers. She has still been thinking about taking that lesson from Vegito…

“What is it boys?” He crossed his arms.

Goten’s eyes were downcast and he was frowning, clearly upset about something. Trunks took the initiative to answer the adult. He too didn’t appear to be thrilled, but unlike Goten, he was more calm overall.

“Our moms need to talk to you. They’re waiting at Capsule Corp.”

He wasn’t even speaking to her, but she flinched. She couldn’t see Vegito’s face from where she was, but she caught how rigid his stance became.

“…Fine.” He answered after a pause, and he placed two of his fingers against his forehead, preparing to use Instant Transmission. The boys took the cue and grasped the fabric of his trousers. He didn’t vanish right away though.

His head rotated until he was looking at her. His expression was neutral, but his eyes told a different story.

“I’ll…see you later, _____.”

“O-Ok…”

He and the boys were gone then. She was left with a sickening feeling of dread, that made her stomach twist and turn.

༻ ❁ ༺

When they arrived inside Capsule Corporation’s headquarters and home of the Brief family, Vegito already sensed something was amiss. Goten and Trunks’ moods hinted as such, but he was hoping whatever the women needed him for wasn’t serious.

He noticed them standing before him with similar disgruntled looks, and he steeled himself for another argument that was surely on the horizon.

“Thank you, kids. Go off and play, the adults need to have a discussion.” Chi Chi addressed the two without taking her eyes off of Vegito. They nodded and ran out posthaste…but they did hide in a close room, far too apprehensive to not eavesdrop. They knew what their mothers were going to tell him.

“Let’s not beat around the bush. Bulma and I have come to a decision regarding you, that we hope will repair things for us all.” Chi Chi begun, and immediately, anxiousness made his fists clench. Annoyance also seeped up, as they decided on something involving him without asking him about it first. Of course.

“The boys want their fathers back. We want our husbands back. So…” Bulma’s head tilted upwards, gazing down her nose at him. Like he was someone beneath her.

“Whenever they become active sometime in the next few days, we’ll be gathering the dragon balls and wishing for you to be unfused.”

… … …

It took him a moment to understand.

And the second he did, he was outraged.

“Unfuse? ME? Did I not tell you both that this fusion was PERMANENT?” Vegito snarled, composure utterly gone. The warrior was aware that level-headedness with a key trait to have for one’s character, but…they were technically threatening him with erasure here.

For his state as a fused being, that might as well be death.

“We have faith that won’t stop Shenron.” Neither of the women were deterred by his anger. Which, frankly made him more mad.

“Faith? So you aren’t even sure that the dragon will be capable of granting it?!”

“We won’t know unless we try. Vegito, we’re both TIRED of living like this. Living with you…being here. It isn’t right!” Chi Chi’s temper was also starting to rise.

But, her demeanor had nothing on his. Like in his unpleasant encounter with Bulma before, sparks shot off of Vegito’s form, but with more ferocity now. Faint vibrations passed through the ground. He glowered, and his black irises turned a muted cyan.

“Did you two forget that your husbands created me for you? For you, your children, and this planet you live on? You’re disrespecting them and their sacrifice, for what?”

“We can undo their sacrifice, and bring them back to us. Everything can go back to being truly normal, how it should be.” Bulma disregarded the meat of his questions, solely focusing on their plan.

Their plan to kill him.

“Do I have ANY say in this? Does what I think and feel not matter to either of you?!”

“You can’t change our minds Vegito. We’re not backing away from this. Stop being selfish. Accept your fate.”

Bulma tossed a variation of what he told her before, right back into his face. And, did he feel it burn. His aura intensified, and the vibrations strengthened to the point that the contents in the room they were in trembled. His muscles were tightened, as if he was ready to jump forward to combat the threat before him.

He didn’t. He couldn’t. He couldn’t ever harm them, even if he wanted to.

“FINE! Collect the dragon balls, wish for whatever you like. It won’t work. But if it does…I will never forgive you for taking my life away from me.”

The enraged Saiyan used Instant Transmission and disappeared, with the chaos in the room following.

Chi Chi and Bulma shared a sigh, and spoke with lowered voices with one another. Until the dragon radar was able to detect the signals the dragon balls emitted when active, they had to wait a little longer. In the nearby room, their sons shook off the nerves troubling them. They both can sense ki, and Vegito’s was spiking to overwhelming heights before he left.

“Trunks…do you think this is a good idea?” Goten meekly questioned.

“…Kind of. I miss Dad, and Mom’s been so sad lately. If Shenron can bring him back, that should make her happy again. It’s why I reminded her about the dragon balls.” Trunks appeared sure, but the unsure tone under his words was a strong contrast.

“I dunno…this feels wrong. Did you hear how mad Vegito was?”

“Of course he’d be mad. But it’s whatever. The most important thing is that our dads will be back.” He nodded, dispelling his fears. Goten wasn’t so convinced.

He desired to see his own father again greatly, having the memories of overhearing his mother crying during multiple nights over he being stuck with Vegeta as one person, but the boy wrestled with himself mentally to forget how Vegito felt about all this. He wanted his mother to be happy again too.

This was for the best. It had to be…

༻ ❁ ༺

The fusion appeared on the painfully familiar beach that had Kame House upon it, but he wasn’t planning on entering to say hello to Master Roshi and Turtle. He wasted no time in blasting away, flying above the speed of sound through the air. His destination was merely a remote island, devoid of other people on it.

As he touched down, his pent up energy and fury became too strenuous to bare.

“Damn it! DAMN IT!!!”

Vegito screamed, and a column of light surged from his body and enveloped him, blasting away everything around him. The earth shook with the force of a staggering earthquake, and a fierce gale blew up a dirt cloud mixed with smoke. When it faded, he was in a massive crater that sunk down almost a mile into the earth’s crust. He didn’t release all of his energy, as that would’ve blown a hole right down to the planet’s core like a hot knife through butter.

That vent did help him steady himself, but the curbed fury allowed a tidal wave of fear to wash over him. He fell to his knees, and his hands slid up to his golden hair, gripping it tightly.

In his mind, over and over again, did the plea repeat.

‘I don’t want to disappear.’

He honestly didn’t know if Shenron actually could unfuse him, but the possibility being there and the women taking it was enough for his shell to crumble. He knew not what the unfusion process was like, but there would be no question that with Goku and Vegeta separated and regaining their own consciousnesses, his own would cease to exist.

There isn’t an Other World for him. There isn’t a second life waiting. There is only a void, where for all he knew, he would be trapped in for the rest of his creator’s lives in this world and the other. This would be it. The end.

He thought that Bulma and Chi Chi would eventually learn to accept him, some day. The thought of being intimate with either one of them, especially BOTH of them, made him extremely uncomfortable. The Goku in him cared little for Bulma and wanted only Chi Chi, but Vegeta’s essence leaned towards Bulma and coiled in disgust at the image of laying in bed with Chi Chi. There was such a high degree of disharmony in his core over the topic that gave him a migraine if he thought about it for too long, so it felt immensely better to keep away from them both. The women themselves constantly acted as if he repulsed them anyway.

He did still carry love for them regardless, and he used that for fueling himself to be a supportive figure, rather than a husband. And it wasn’t good enough.

Goten and Trunks… The boys were very young and didn’t completely understand just how complicated things were, but they wanted their true fathers back, plain and simple. The same went for Gohan, the fusion knew. He would never suffice. Never be enough.

Would his creators ever need to fuse again? He knew better than anyone else that they probably would refuse to, even if it was necessary. Just like him, they were both prideful and valued their individual strength too much to rely heavily upon another. He was a special occurrence, one born out of adrenaline and desperation. A one-hit wonder. Whenever the dragon balls reactivate, which the women said would be soon, he could leave this universe for good and there was nothing he could do about it.

Everything HE wanted, everything HE was devoted towards and strived towards…

None of it mattered after all.

One of his hands came free to slam into the ground as a punch, creating another but smaller crater. His eyes stung, but he would not let himself cry. He was a warrior, and he would face whatever happens with his dignity upheld.

There was a flash in the pit of his mind. The appearance and voice of a lovely woman he became attached to…

‘_____...’

How was he supposed to tell her this? Could he? Would it be worth it? If the wish was beyond Shenron’s power, then he’d worry her for nothing. But if he kept it secret and found his two halves becoming their original selves, she would be left in the dark, wondering where he was. Unaware of the fact that he left this realm, likely forever.

Why exactly did that make his heart twist? Why was he so…smitten with her…?

The Saiyan was at a lost. He’d much rather be placed in the life-or-death situation of fighting Majin Buu again than deal with any of this.

He fell in a heap to sit, powering down from his Super Saiyan state, exhausted more than he’s ever been.

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Fusion Revived - CH 5 (Honesty)

RATING: Teen and Up. PAIRING(S): Vegito x OC/Reader, alluded Gochi, alluded Vegebul CONTENT: Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Family Drama CW(s) THIS CHAPTER: None.

She struggled think about how long it’s been…surely somewhere close to a month. Vegito hasn’t stopped by a single time since what happened. He couldn’t have possibly been in her house while she was temporarily out either, doors and windows left alone aside, as her fridge and pantry have been untouched.

Her life has gone on in its usual mundane routine, but she herself has changed. It was so obvious, that other people took notice. One of them being a co-worker during her shift, the only one that she would admit to being acquaintances with. She was nice enough, and there wasn’t anything about her that she disliked personally, but she never liked letting people get too close. Vegito was the only exception, so far in her life.

“You’ve been less…cranky lately _____.” Priya leaned against the border encasing her desk, gazing down with a few folders tucked under her arm.

“I have?” She looked up from her computer screen, pausing in her typing.

“Yeah. Did something happen?”

Priya always liked to stick her nose into matters where it didn’t belong, but she could see that the brunette was genuinely concerned.

“…Does that matter? Aren’t you happy I’m less cranky?”

“I probably would be, if you didn’t seem so sad instead.”

Oh. That silenced her, and she faced her monitor, nervously fiddling with the keys in her keyboard.

“I’d rather see you walk around with that trademark mean mug of yours, than look lost. So, what happened?”

Her fingers involuntarily pressed harshly down against the keys, and she hit the backspace key to erase the mistakes.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Priya wouldn’t understand. She’d rather keep her own business private anyway.

“…Alright.” Thankfully, the office worker chose not to push her this time. She righted herself, and held out the folders in her possession.

“I have some documents here that Mr. Lant wants you to deliver to Capsule Corp. Dr. Brief needs them.”

She has to run an errand? Not preferred, but people with her position in the company did the same, and she couldn’t ignore a request from her supervisor. At least it would give her the chance to get some fresh air and stretch her legs.

“When does he want it done?”

“Preferably before tomorrow, so whenever you have the time today. You could do it right now, if you want.”

༻ ❁ ༺

The building of the Capsule Corporation was impossible to miss, as it was one of the largest structures in all of West City, and stood in the near middle of it. As she came to a stop on the side of the street in front, turning her hovercar off, she grabbed the folders and made sure she held them in a way where the documents wouldn’t slip out.

This wasn’t her first time making a paper delivery, but it was a first for she visiting Capsule Corp. The Brief family was very popular in the city, if not famous around the entire world, and that made her self-conscious. Dr. Brief was virtually worshipped in the scientific community for his invention of the Dynocaps and other advancements made in countless fields, while his youngest daughter Bulma Brief was gaining an unique spotlight with her own achievements.

She absolutely did not want to embarrass herself. Fortunately, her task simply required she find Dr. Brief and hand him the folders. However, the massive size of the building meant that finding him might not be a cake walk…

Once she passed through the entrance, her fear was proven to hold water. There was a front desk, but no one there at the moment. To save herself from having to wander, she prioritized finding an employee or the like who could give her directions. Walking forward, she turned down a hallway and kept on close watch for anyone else…

Footsteps started hammering down the same hall she was in, and she looked to the side to see a little boy turn the corner from an adjacent hallway. He saw her in time, and slid to a stop before running into her.

“Whoops! Sorry Miss!” He craned his head to look up at her, wild black hair sticking out in nearly every direction. It was awfully cute, like bedhead his mother didn’t bother fixing.

“It’s ok.” Why there was a child here, one she didn’t think was a part of the Brief family at that, was a mystery. Taking her chances, she figured she might as well ask him for directions.

“Uh, do you know where Dr. Brief is…? I need to give these papers to him.”

“Oooh! Yeah yeah, I know!” The boy grinned. “Follow me!”

He begun running back down the hall he came from, and with a start, the woman followed at a quickened pace so she wouldn’t lose sight of him. It wasn’t odd for children to have a lot of energy, but this boy was bursting with a surplus amount!

He led her to the center of the building, the altrium: a spacious dome filled with vegetation, a fountain, and some animals strewn about. Down near a door going out, she saw the familiar old man sitting on a bench with some contraption in pieces next to him. He was speaking to a blonde woman, his wife Panchy, and both of their heads turned when the boy ran up to them.

“Goten! What’s wrong? Did you lose Trunks?”

“Nah! This lady here wants to see you.”

“Oh?” Dr. Brief turned to face her, taking the cigarette out of his mouth. “What is it?”

She breathed in and out, trying to calm her nerves. “I’m from Westview Offices sir, here to give you the paperwork you requested.”

“Ah! Yes, I had forgotten about that.” He stood up, and stepped towards her to grab the offered folders. As he did so, the boy – who she now knew was named Goten – tugged the pants of the blonde woman to get her attention.

“Can I have some juice? I’m thirsty.”

“Of course dear! There should be plenty left in the kitchens, for any flavor you’d like.” Panchy cooed, and the two moved to leave the dome. Either Goten actually was a family member, or he was a friend to the family at the bare minimum…considering how he apparently knew Trunks, who was Bulma Brief’s son last time she checked, the latter was probably the truth.

“Thanks for this. Would you like me to walk you to the exit?”

“…Uh, no, it’s fine. I can find it.”

Without thinking it through, she turned down his offer, as the desire to not further disturb the surely busy man was stronger than she wanting to leave as soon as possible.

“Alrightie! I hope the rest of your day is swell.”

“Thank you. S-Same to you.”

She watched him leave out of the same door Goten and Panchy went. Alone, she exhaled heavily, and wiped the sweat that beaded her forehead.

With that over with, it was time to head back to the office. However, she had to find her way out of here on her own. She was just guided here by Goten, so all she had to do was retrace her steps. Sadly, the boy did go through multiple halls and around many corners, so it was a shaky process at first.

When she turned one corner, she suddenly heard a series of loud noises. They did build machinery here, so it wasn’t the most quiet of buildings to begin with, but these sounds were too separate from the clashes and clangs of equipment. There was shouting going on alongside them, like there was someone…fighting?

Interest piqued, she put aside her mission to leave so she could locate the source of this racket. When she entered the passageway where it was the loudest, she slowly walked by each of the closed doors, until she spotted one final door at the very end of the one-way hall. On it, were the printed words “Gravity Room”, and she could detect the noises coming from behind it.

She squinted, wondering if this was some type of training room, until she heard something that had her jump.

“Are you taking this seriously, Trunks? I barely felt that punch.”

That voice! It was…Vegito’s?

It had to be, it was unmistakable.

“I am! It’s not my fault you’re way stronger than me!”

A much younger, boyish voice retorted.

“That’s no excuse. You’re still holding back, even though I told you to go all out.”

Where they actually training? Vegito seemed like a fighter so he was no surprise there, but why was he training with Bulma’s son?

Why was Vegito even here at all? There’s no way Dr. Brief and the others didn’t know he was. Her head spun.

“…-right, let’s take a break. I could go for something to eat right now anyway.”

She zoned out of the majority of their conversation, but she returned to reality in time to realize that Vegito’s voice was much closer to the door, and he was about to open it. Panicking, she swiftly backed away and ran back to the passage’s entrance so she wouldn’t be caught just standing there.

The harsh rush of air and click of the metal door opening made her flinch, and her pace slowed. She stopped entirely when she heard Trunks speak.

“Hey, who’s that?”

He was referring to her. She might as well turn around and face the music.

When she looked back, they were standing side by side. Trunks’ blue eyes were filled with confusion, but Vegito’s…she’s never seen him appear so dazed.

“_____?” He stammered, and Trunks made a noise of acknowledgement.

“That’s _____?” His head craned back so he could look up at the man as he asked, but he didn’t respond. Meanwhile, she was slammed by embarrassment. Based on what Trunks just asked, Vegito’s been talking about her for who knows how long, but was that a good or bad thing?

He continued to gape, like he was confronted by something that befuddled him. That was probably the case, however, she couldn’t stand their eye contact any longer.

She broke it, spinning around to walk away at a hurried pace. Her head was titled down, trying to make sense of the emotions spiraling inside. She was happy to see that blasted man again, but she was also angry that he avoided her for a month, and sad that she now got the impression that he wasn’t interested in seeing her again.

Above all else, a voice in the back of her mind was telling her that she shouldn’t care. Vegito annoyed the hell out of her anyway, so good riddance. Right?

They were never friends, and she never cared about him in the first place, so it didn’t matter that he cut her off…right…?

To her frustration, a stinging sensation begun at the base of her eyes, but she was stopped from wiping the water that was welling up away by someone grabbing one of her wrists.

“Wait.”

His command was nonforceful, but firm nonetheless. She did what he said, but she didn’t face him, and remained unspeaking. Although he was still wearing his trademark gloves, the fact that he was holding her made her skin down in that area feel like it was on fire.

“I need to talk to you. Alone.” He admitted, and she felt his iron grip on her wrist loosen. While she was extremely tempted to rip her arm away, and whirl around to give him a piece of her mind…she chose to not make a scene.

He waited for her to answer. She took her time mulling over what to say, before she did finally turn so he could properly see her. Whatever anger-fueled words she could’ve spoken were put out on her tongue, once she took in that stupid…sad, cute look on his face.

“I should be home by six. We can talk then.” She said, and that evidently satisfied him, as he let her go. Wasting not another second, she resumed her path out of Capsule Corp, knowing where the building’s front entrance was from here.

~~~

He watched the woman go, and had to resist letting out a sigh. This entire situation and how foolish it was just aggravated him to no end, but he couldn’t let it go. Let her go. He hasn’t seen her in a while, but now that he has, he doesn’t want to go another month of silence again. When he made the decision to keep seeing her, he didn’t think…he would start feeling like this…

… … …

…He glanced to the side, at a door that was ajar. He could sense her ki in there…she was watching them.

“Bulma. What do you want?”

At the call of her name, the door opened fully. The blue-haired woman stood in the entrance, carrying a sour expression much like the one Vegito wore at this moment.

“Who was that?”

It was less of a question, and more of a demand for he to tell her. Bulma Brief was not a pleasant woman to be around when her mood was poor, and while both halves of Vegito were growing uneasy at the sound of her shrill voice, he himself wouldn’t allow her to get her way here.

“She is of no concern to you.” His statement was blunt and to the point, leaving no room for discussion. Not that it would discourage her.

“That was _____, wasn’t it? Trunks mentioned her to me sometime ago. How you’ve been scurrying off to see her, instead of spending time with YOUR FAMILY!”

Bulma marched up to him and screamed the last words of her sentence in his face, teeth bared and eyes burning with a blue fire. Vegito was unaffected.

“I’ve been spending time with Trunks, and Goten too. That’s good enough for me.”

There was a sharp intake of breath, and her steely countenance faltered.

“How could you say that?! Vegito, we’re married.”

“WE aren’t. You are married to Vegeta.” He pointed out. “And Vegeta isn’t here anymore. Tough luck-”

He was interrupted by a sharp sound that pierced the air. She slapped him.

“We made an agreement that you would stay here, and be a part of this family!” Bulma’s form was shaking from rage, but as tears sprung into her eyes, she looked more distraught than anything.

“You’re right.” Her slap didn’t hurt him at all, but she doing the action itself is what truly stung. No punch or kick he’s ever taken before have come close to how deeply that struck.

“We did agree to that. I'm a part of your family and Chi Chi's by being present in Trunks' and Goten's lives. I told you that I had no interest in playing a husband role. I told Chi Chi the same. She at least wanted absolutely nothing to do with me, so that was easy. But you...”

His brow furrowed, and his hands balled into fists. A spark or two of energy jumped off of him.

“I can’t tell just what it is that you want from me Bulma. You’ve treated me like a FREAK ever since things went back to normal after Buu, but here you are, crying over how I’ve been talking to another woman. Why?”

“Why?! I want my husband back, that’s why! But you’re all that’s left of him! You have a responsibility Vegito! Can’t you see that? How could you be so heartless?!”

“Heartless?”

Now, he was getting mad. More sparks danced from his body, and for nanosecond, his eyes flashed green.

“The entire reason why Kakarot and Vegeta fused, was so this world would be saved and protected. I’ve chosen to hang around and TRY to support you all however I can. That is my purpose! But I cannot be with you romantically or even sexually, Bulma. You have to accept that.”

“I…!” Her confidence petered out. “I…this isn’t fair…!”

Tears trailed down her cheeks relentlessly, and her face was pressed into her hands. Vegito’s rage settled down, and his unconscious powering up ceased, but he didn’t move to comfort her. It’s almost been a year, but things are still as tense as ever. There was no amount of comfort he could give to make this situation better.

He wasn’t Vegeta. He wasn’t Goku. He was himself, and he would stay true to himself. He had his own pride, as a Saiyan. No matter how artificial he was.

“I know it isn’t fair, but it’s our reality now. For your sake, you should get used to it.”

He stood as still as a statue, watching her cry, before walking away. There was no more that needed to be said.

Bulma stayed where she was, muffling her sobs. Unknown to her, a purple-haired boy was peeking from around a nearby corner, quietly observing. He looked saddened, but it changed when a figurative light bulb lit up on top of his head. He put a hand to his chin, falling into deep thought…

༻ ❁ ༺

Her couch felt like heaven when she fell down onto it. Today was a long one, but she knew it wasn’t over yet.

She didn’t have Vegito’s phone number, if he had a phone at all that is, so she would have to wait for him to arrive. She told him the time, so if he didn’t get distracted or forget somehow, he should be here any minute. Maybe he would sense that her ki signature has stopped moving around so much, meaning that she was home-

There was a displacement of air, and Vegito materialized right before her, shattering her reverie. Having expected it though, she wasn’t startled too badly.

“Hi.” Her greeting was simple, casual. He slowly spun on his heels, giving her a sheepish look. His tail was unwound from his waist, but it thrashed about.

“Hi…”

He was more rattled than she was, the woman guessed. It amused her, but the more urgent manner at hand stopped her from laughing.

“Well, take a seat.” She gestured next to her on the couch, as she slipped her shoes off. Vegito heeded her request, and for the next couple of seconds, it was quiet. She chose to break the ice.

“So, why have you been avoiding me for a month? I assume you’ll tell me that at least.”

“…I…needed to sort out something.”

“Such as?” She looked at him from the corner of her eye, brow raised.

“… … …” He definitely was out of his element here. He could surely fight anyone with no questions asked, but communicate about a topic that was bound to get personal? It was a battle he didn’t quite know how to take on. Vegito was hunched up, arms resting on his thighs like he was just finished running a marathon. His gaze was cast down at her carpet.

“My feelings.” He responded, but it was with so much resistance that she wondered if that was the truth. It made a pang shake her heart regardless.

“Feelings about what? If I’m worth your time or not?”

He flinched.

“Not that…not necessarily. I’ve been debating on if I should tell you more about myself.”

THIS piqued her interest. She sat up straight.

“Why? Not that I haven’t been curious about you, but why’d you take so much time mulling that over?”

“Because…” He met her eyes. “I find it difficult to be around you and keep myself at arm’s length. It was easy at first, but after that day, I realized it would be a challenge. One I’ve learned that, I don’t feel like fighting.”

The implications of that had her lungs freeze for a moment. ‘That day’ must’ve been when he took her outside to see the sun rise.

“…Go on…” He had more to say, she knew.

“What’s more, once you find out the truth about me, you might not want to see me anymore.”

This cut into her heated state, and the absurdity of it had her snort.

“I doubt that. You didn’t exactly endear yourself to me off the bat, but you don’t bother me now. Whatever you have to say, won’t change what I think of you…for the worst.”

“Hmph.” She made him smile, and that in turn made her smile. The strained atmosphere lightened.

“In that case, I’ll start off with this. I’m not human.”

“…Silly me, I thought having fangs and a tail was normal for humans.” There were other people living on this planet that took more after animals, though rumor has it they tended to stay away from booming metropolises like West City, so she wasn’t used to seeing humans with some animal characteristics. It really wasn’t a big deal, but she was unable to resist being sarcastic there.

His chuckle was like music. “As for what I am exactly…this is where things get tricky. How do I phrase this…”

She had to strain to hear it, but some nervousness did slip into his voice now.

“I’m a…fusion.”

“A what?” She parroted, having heard him but wanting him to reiterate.

“A fusion. I’m the combination of two people.”

“The hell does that mean?” She narrowed her eyes. She wasn’t understanding at all, but Vegito was prepared for that.

“This is going to sound crazy, but it’s the truth. Two men fused with a special power, and I’m the result of that.”

“…Oook…who were those two men?”

“Their names were Goku and Vegeta. They’re Saiyans-”

“Wait…Goku?”

That made her eyes widen. “I’ve heard of that name before.”

Vegito echoed her shock. “You have?”

“Yeah. He was the champion of a World Martial Art Tournament a long time ago. A lot of people talked about him for a while.”

“That’s right.” He was more upbeat now. He was not expecting for she to be familiar with Goku, that truly did make this easier.

“What was that you mentioned about him and…Vegeta? They’re Saiyans?”

“Yes. I’m not human, because they weren’t human. They were from another planet.”

“A planet where its people have fangs and tails like you…?”

“Correct.”

This was going smoothly so far, in his opinion. He’d leave all of the details regarding what the Saiyan race was like alone for now, as it wasn’t relevant. She seemed to be following along, but wrapping her head around he being a fusion was a struggle. He understood why.

“So…Goku and Vegeta. They had their own lives, right? Why did they…fuse?”

“There was a powerful threat to this planet, a year ago. He was called Majin Buu.”

That name…there was a prodding sensation against her brain, like a memory was trying to force itself forward. Nothing happened, leaving her puzzled as to why she felt she knew that name but she couldn’t remember anything relating to it.

“I don’t know a ‘Majin Buu’. If he was a danger to us all, wouldn’t have people been freaking out all over the world?”

“There’s a reason why no one remembers him, but I’ll explain that later.” Vegito snickered, and she was confused, but she let him continue.

“Goku and Vegeta tried to fight Buu, but neither of them were strong enough. Having no other options, the two of them fused to create me, as I would be strong enough. And, I was.”

“So, you saved the world?”

“Yes.”

He answered so nonchalantly, as if it deserved no praise. She was dumbstruck.

“They knew this before fusing but, the fusion is permanent. The two of them are forever stuck as me. Naturally…when their wives learned that, they didn’t take it well.”

“Their WIVES? They were married?”

It’s like she keeps getting hit by a kick in the gut, over and over again.

“They were. Each of them have children as well.”

AND CHILDREN? Wow… for them to have given up their own senses of self to form Vegito, they must have been tremendously desperate. She couldn’t imagine what it was like, to be in their shoes back then.

“How do their wives feel about you? Their kids?” She was dreading the answer to this.

“…Their wives hate me, for one.”

And, her bad feeling was right. An air of sadness covered Vegito, and she didn’t know what came over her then, but she had an impulse to reach over and grab one of his hands…so she did. Her palm moved under to press against his own, as did her fingers to his. The fire in her skin returned. It doubled, when it crossed her mind that his big-knuckled hand was giant compared to her smaller, petite one.

Vegito blinked, taking in the sight of their miniature embrace. He didn’t comment on it, but he didn’t shy away from her display of affection either. She took that as a positive.

“Goku’s wife is Chi Chi, and Vegeta’s is Bulma.”

Bulma...? So, that was why he was at Capsule Corp.

“The fact that their husbands became one person angered them. Chi Chi couldn’t stomach the thought of me being in her house, let alone taking up Goku’s role as her husband, so she banned me from ever coming back.”

Vegito’s tail sporadically quivered, as he continued staring at their hands. She grew warmer and warmer as time ticked by.

“She lets me see Goku’s youngest son at least, and even though he wasn’t too thrilled about it either in the beginning, he got used to me. The same goes for his eldest son, Gohan. Thanks to his maturity, he was more understanding of the situation.”

His expression wasn’t changing much, but she questioned the possibility of she having become more in tune with his emotions, as she could swear that the treatment he’s dealt with has weighed down upon him.

“Bulma eventually allowed me to stay with her and her family at Capsule Corp, but she couldn’t look me in the face at all for the first couple of months. Vegeta’s only son, Trunks, thought of me as some type of imposter. Once, he lashed out and told me that I stole Vegeta away from them.”

That…that was unfair. Incredibly unfair.

“These days, the hostility has died down. Trunks has more or less accepted me as someone who’ll support him, but he made it clear to me that he would never consider me as his father. Bulma started ignoring me altogether.”

He wasn’t going to talk about the argument they had hours ago...

“Life has become something odd, for us all. Things have fallen back into a special type of normalcy, where I’m in the place of Goku and Vegeta.”

“How do YOU feel, though?”

“Hn?” He was taken out of his slight trance.

“How do you feel, about everything that’s happened? How they’ve treated you? Because I’ll be honest-” She sneered.

“How they treated you like garbage for something that wasn’t your fault, with you saving their lives to top it off, really pisses me off.”

She restrained it, held it back so she wouldn’t interrupt Vegito’s story, but now it was boiling and she couldn’t hold in the steam. Trunks she could get because he was a kid, but the audacity of Chi Chi and Bulma was sickening. It wasn’t like Vegito ASKED to be born, yet they treated him like he warranted their scorn merely by existing.

“Well…” Vegito, stupefied from her words, tried to think of what to say.

“It wasn’t fun, how poorly they behaved towards me. Made me feel as if I didn’t deserve to live at times.”

“Do you think you do?” Unconsciously, her grip on his hand tightened.

“Yes, of course I want to live. I want to experience life like everyone else.” His tone picked up on strength.

“I am not JUST a fusion of Goku and Vegeta. I have my own mind and my own thoughts, and I act with my own free will. Neither of them are in control of me. Only I am. They created me with the job of protecting what was dear to them, and I plan on upholding that, but I also want to pave a path for myself.”

Vegito was disclosing such personal information to her, and so freely. She felt special. Especially because she was beyond a doubt sure that he’s never said any of this to his not-wives.

“What kind of path?”

“One where I can become stronger, at least. Someone else could arrive on the planet any day, and want to destroy it. They could be more powerful than Buu. Not only that…” He turned introspective.

“I get the feeling that there’s other strong fighters somewhere out in the universe. They could be stronger than me. It’s all purely speculation with a bit of wishful thinking on my part, but it gets my blood pumping regardless. I want to experience a good fight again, one day. I want to push my limits and see the heights I can reach.”

“Sounds like you’re keen on self-improvement.” She expressed, but there was no teasing air present in it. She was smiling, a genuine full smile. Vegito’s smirk lost much of its cockiness, exchanged for something vaguely tender.

“It's in the blood of all Saiyans to desire such. I’m no different.”

This man, this fusion, this remarkable creation of two into one sure was holding in a lot about himself. Did he have no one to talk to about this? No one he was willing to lower his guard with, and convey his emotions? What a shame. She did sympathize with him; he must have been very lonely.

No one currently around could give him a proper challenge and make him feel truly excited again either. Life was dull and bland for him right now. Or was it? She was beginning to grasp why Vegito kept visiting her so often...

“I have to ask. Do you enjoy being around me? Is that why you kept coming by a lot?”

The bravado, quick to arrive, was quick to leave as well. To her amazement, the Saiyan turned the softest shade of red.

“Uuh…you…could say that.”

Seeing an opportunity there, she shamelessly took the bait.

“Why? Haven’t I smacked you with a spoon and yelled at you a bunch of times?”

“Heheh…” Using his free hand, he scratched his cheek with a finger.

“You’re feisty. I like it…that’s all.”

This was the first time she’s ever been called feisty. Mean, aggressive, a bitch, sure. But feisty? That was new. And frankly, she was enamoured that he found her constant dour attitude appealing. She didn’t have to put on a mask around him.

“I’m happy to hear that.” There was a dopey, elated smile spreading her lips, but for once, she didn’t care. She enjoyed how much her heart was racing, how there was a swarm of butterflies in her stomach. This was a new experience for her, and she was content to bask in it.

“I enjoy being around you too. I know you like annoying me, but I find your company very…nice.”

Vegito’s blush intensified, and she was wishing she had her phone on her, but there was no way he would let her take a photo of him like this. She would have to store this moment forever in her memories.

“In fact, I was hoping…that we could spend more time together. If…that would be ok…? And if it wouldn't get in the way of your training or whatever.”

Her mouth operated on its own there, voicing what she had been contemplating deep down. Swapping with the Saiyan, she was the one intently staring at their hands now, having briefly lost some self-assurance.

Vegito’s tail swayed over to her arm, and she viewed it slowly snake around her skin to enclose it. A shiver passed through her; it was ticklish but the fur of it was indeed fluffy and soft like she surmised before.

“I would like that.”

This was the happiest she’s ever seen him be, she thinks. That innocent air paired nicely with him, but she honestly thought it was alluring whenever his arrogance started showing too. Maybe she’s felt that way all along, and that’s why it never failed to irritate her.

“So. Majin Buu. You have to fill me in on the details there; I remember you said there’s a reason why people don’t recall him?”

“Heh. Get comfortable, because this story is a doozy. For context, let me first tell you about Buu’s origins…”

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Fusion Revived - CH 4 (Flight)

RATING: Teen and Up. PAIRING(S): Vegito x OC/Reader, alluded Gochi, alluded Vegebul CONTENT: Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Family Drama CW(s) THIS CHAPTER: None.

She still didn’t understand what was going on, but she couldn’t find it without herself to complain.

Now that Vegito knew where she lived, he visited surprisingly often. It wasn’t every day, and he didn’t hang around for too long, but she could expect to see him at least once or twice a week. He didn’t do much other than raid her kitchen and nap on her couch, but the fact that he kept coming back was…touching. In a way that made her squirm.

When the opportunity came, she did make sure to ask how he got into her house. His answer was one that interested her greatly, not only as to how it was accomplished, but how he was capable of it in the first place.

༻ ❁ ༺

“Instant…what?”

“Instant Transmission.”

He spoke through the mash of chewed up pork dumplings puffing his cheeks out. They were sitting down and eating take out that she got from the city, considering how empty her pantry and fridge were. Her wallet was going to soon follow suit, because Vegito ate far more than what the average human was capable of. Their first meeting in the orchard should’ve told her that.

She didn’t have to feed him anything, and she was tempted to ban him from her kitchen, but once he gave her those puppy-dog eyes of his…she was powerless.

“How’s that work?” She watched him shovel chow mein into his mouth with his chopsticks, and gawked when he swallowed it without evidently chewing.

“It’s a technique where you can teleport to a ki signature or close to it. It’s the best way to travel.”

“…So, you locked onto my ki and teleported to me?”

“Exactly.” He reached over to grab another container of food. “There’s no need to go through any doors or the like when you can bypass them all instantly.”

She probably didn’t need to tell him that just warping into her house unannounced was rude and a bit creepy, but even if she did, he wouldn’t have cared. There’s no way to prevent him from sensing her ki anyway…right?

“That reminds me. How do you sense ki?”

“Explaining that is difficult.” He glanced at her. “It’s something that just comes naturally to you. Words can’t do it much justice.”

“So, there’s no way to learn it then?”

“Hm?” He fully faced her, smiling with that innocent look she remembered from their conversation on the hilltop before.

“Do you want to learn?”

“…Kind of. I’m just, curious.” She averted her eyes, looking down at her food.

“I think, the best way to get a feel of sensing ki is to learn how to fly, since you manipulate ki for that. So? Will you accept my flying lesson offer?”

A pang of nervousness clamped her jaw shut, and she poked a spring roll in her container.

“What, are you scared of heights? Is that why you’re hesitant?” He snickered, and embarrassment spread throughout her body in a wave of heat.

“It’s not that. It’s just…the danger of it. What if I fall?”

“I’ll catch you.”

“That so?”

“Yes.” He was incredulous. “Do you think I would just let you fall?”

She didn’t comment. Vegito let it go, and went on.

“C’mon, you can’t tell me you’ve NEVER thought about what it would be like to fly. I heard that’s a common daydream people share.”

“Well…” She recalled a memory she had, back when she was young.

“I have wondered…what it would be like to float in the sky and watch the sun rise. What it would look like.”

She admitted with a clear display of bashfulness. She’s never told anyone this before, and she struggled to think of a reason why telling Vegito came so easily.

“Hmph. That’s all?”

Her usual expression of irritation was back, and she scowled while the man gave a toothy grin. To her disbelief, his face softened, and the prior teasing air faded.

“Just let me know whenever you feel up to trying it. I have plenty of free time these days.”

That statement made her look sideways at him, but any read she could’ve made on him was blocked by how he resumed eating. Shortly after, he let out a pleased sigh and put the last styrofoam container down on the table. The dozen or so sat in stacks across it. She still hasn’t finished her first and only portion.

“That was a nice snack! Thanks for the grub ____.” He pat his stomach in satisfaction.

If a dozen containers of food was a ‘snack’ to him, she feared what a feast would be. She already knew she would have to be the one to get rid of all this trash, but by seeing how happy he was, she didn’t have the heart to be annoyed by that.

Vegito had his moments of charm, in spite of however insufferable he could be.

༻ ❁ ༺

What he told her about Instant Transmission clung to her thoughts when she laid down for bed one night. She failed to ask just how and where he learned that technique, as it certainly didn’t sound like a lesson you could get from any average martial arts teacher. If it even was related to martial arts at all.

During her ponderings, staring up at her bedroom’s ceiling, she became aware that she had no idea what kind of fighter Vegito was. He had the physique for serious combat, but she could only imagine what he was like in it. Maybe she could try asking him, and hopefully not have to deal with he wanting to fight her as a demonstration. She’d rather not end up in the hospital.

Eventually, she dozed off. As the night passed, her slumber was dreamless and peaceful. When the time arrived, she’d be awakened by her alarm clock in the morning, and would follow her normal routine to get ready for work…

…But she would find herself being awakened early, with the sky still dark but being slowly illuminated. Something was shaking her shoulder, with a firmness that stirred her from unconsciousness immediately.

“Morning!”

“W-Wha…” Her vision was blurry, and she had to take a second to rub her eyes to clear it. When she registered that there was a person standing next to her bed, she sat up with a start.

“What the- What are you doing here?!”

“Geez. I guess you aren’t a morning person.” She could make out his silhouette. Vegito had his hands on his hips, and his cheekiness made her teeth grind. Having a quick look at her alarm clock, she saw it was just past 5am.

“Why are you in my room?” She instinctively brought up her blanket in an attempt to cover herself, although she was wearing a long nightgown underneath it. No one has ever been inside her bedroom, let alone a man, and especially not at first light.

Damn Instant Transmission.

“I recalled you said something about wanting to see what sunrise was like in the sky, and now I think is a good time to do so.”

“…Huh? Wh-Why?”

“Why not?” He shot back, and leaned in. She shied away, pressing herself into her pillows.

“I’ll carry you.”

“…Right now?”

“Yes, right now. Come on, before the sky brightens too much.”

What was this guy’s deal? Maybe she would be flattered that he remembered what she told him, if he didn’t just show up unannounced and uninvited in her bedroom while she was sleeping. But he seemed serious about this, and she knew him well enough to understand it wasn’t easy to change his mind once it’s made up.

“… … …Fine. Let me change clothes-”

She was cut off by he grasping her blanket and tugging it off of her.

“What you’re wearing now is fine.”

“You-”

Her furious shout wasn’t wholly voiced, as Vegito reached down. He plucked her up with no effort whatsoever, and held her in his arms. Her head came to rest against his collarbone, virtually tucked underneath his chin. That, paired with how incredibly warm his body was, had whatever protests she could’ve spoken silenced.

Wordlessly, he walked over to her door and switched to hold her with only one arm so he could open it. It was like she weighed nothing to him, nothing at all. His degree of strength and the vast well it must have been was beginning to dawn on her.

Her cheek was pressed against him as he opened her front door, and the rush of cold air involuntarily made her nestle more into him. Through the thin fabric of her gown, and his own clothing, she could feel the curves and grooves of his muscles. She could feel his heart beating at a fast rate, funnily enough. She knew her heart was doing the same. She wondered if he was feeling as flustered as she was. If so, he was doing very well at hiding it.

The sky was losing its dark colors as time went on. Vegito stopped walking after moving a certain distance away from her house, and she tried to level her breathing.

When she noticed that everything around them was moving down however, she choked. The ground was getting smaller.

Alarmed, her arms flew on their own accord to wrap around Vegito’s neck. His snigger was a soft rumble in her ears, and she wished she was not only back on the ground, but miles under the surface.

“D-Don’t drop me please…”

Her plea had the force of a mouse’s squeak.

“Don’t worry ____. Why don’t you take a look forward?”

Her face was nearly buried into his chest, but hearing his request, uncertainty kept her still. Vegito said previously that he wouldn’t let her fall; that counted for this too right? He wouldn’t just drop her for the hell of it? Regardless, there wasn’t anything she could do about it now. She was at his mercy, so she figured she should enjoy this before things potentially went south.

When she perceived the height they were at, she did her best to not look down and instead did what Vegito asked. In front of them, the horizon stretched across in a slight curve. She could see for miles around them; the green of the countryline was dotted with different colored plant life. Further to their right, she could see the skyline of West City, and the mountains that encircled it.

What was most breathtaking, was the sun. The halo around it was a strong orange that cut through the dark blue of twilight. As it peeked over the horizon as a sheer white disk, its rays provided a range of brilliance that she couldn’t stare at for too long. But it was beautiful regardless.

Naturally, it was very cold at their current altitude, even more so to her as she was clothed only in a mere nightgown. When a gust of wind blew, she started shivering again, quivering against her companion. She could feel his muscles tighten in response, and discerned a faint glow materialize around his form. It was pale in color and danced in the appearance of translucent fire, covering her in a gentle kind of heat. What it was exactly, it escaped her, but she didn’t feel pressed enough to disturb the tranquil atmosphere by questioning it.

But, she was grateful that he did whatever he did. He cared about her…a tiny bit, she could see.

Temporarily unaffected by the cold now, and having grown comfortable in Vegito’s hold, there was a veil being placed over her mind. Drowsiness was returning, thanks in part to her premature awakening, and her eyelids were like miniature weights. She ever so slowly became limp, and could feel herself teetering on the edge of sleep.

…The peace was shattered when her body was tilted forward. Her eyelids flew back open, but then shut with the tightness of a clam’s shell when the chilling wind battered her skin mercilessly. She was going to demand just what was going on, but when she felt herself being spun around, all she could do was scream.

Beyond that, she could hear unrestrained, giddy laughter.

It was when she thought the contents of her stomach would be ejected, that the chaos ended. Upon recognizing that she was on the ground, on her knees with the grass in between her fingers, she breathed a sigh of relief that was mixed with nausea.

“W-What…what….”

“-Was that for?” Vegito finished for her, his mirth a total contrast to how she was feeling. “I saw you were falling asleep on me, so I wanted to wake you up real quick!”

And he couldn’t have done that by…calling her name, or jostling her, or something like a normal person? No, silly her. He wasn’t a normal person. Not at all. She knew this, but time and time again, it was proven to her as if she still didn’t completely understand. Honestly, she didn’t.

She only knew Vegito on the surface level. There was far more to him than he let on, but there has yet been an opportunity for she to slip past that wall he kept up.

Did she even want to get past it? She wasn’t sure what she would discover.

“…Hmph...”

She grunted, numb due to the inertia changes that ransacked her just a minute before. That was the only reason why she wasn’t a snarling, furious mess at the moment.

Finally tilting her head to the side to look at him, she saw that he was sitting right next to her. His smile matched the sun in vibrancy, as did the light in his eyes, despite how dark his irises were. A fast movement was captured in her peripheral vision.

A brown tail was extended behind the man, swaying side to side.

“You have a tail?”

“You just noticed?” His head tilted, a motion she found endearing.

“I thought it was a belt.”

“Heh. I’ve heard that one before.” He remarked. The furry appendage continued to sway, but as she kept watching it, it started to twitch in a more agitated fashion before partially hiding behind Vegito’s back.

“Does it bother you?”

The question was unanticipated, and she drew a blank before her brain readjusted itself. In all sincerity, she was staring at it because she was pressed by the urge to pet it. It looked fluffy.

“No.” She wouldn’t admit that, not now anyway. When her gaze met his again his previous calm demeanor was gone, replaced by a rigid stare and frown. What was the cause of it, she guessed it had something to do with the tail, but her next words dissolved his sudden guard.

“It’s just another new thing I learned about you.”

His frown lessened, until his mouth was a straight line. Then, the corners of it curved upwards, and his eyebrows slacked. That feather-soft bearing was back.

In this moment, though she wasn’t entirely aware of it, she formed a similar countenance. Save for the wind, and the distant birdsong, it was blissfully quiet. She wasn’t a mind reader, so who knew what he was thinking right now, but for her…she realized something that made the pace of her heartbeat spike.

Was…Vegito always this handsome?

The answer was elusive, but the revelation sat on her shoulders with the pressure of lead. His bangs repeatedly fluttered against his forehead from a breeze, but he showed no signs of it bothering him, having his attention focused solely on her. Distinguishing the emotion he regarded her with was an impossible task, and it made her fidget, tackled by feelings of nervousness and…delight all at once.

She wanted to press a hand against his cheek and get him to stop looking at her like that, but on the other hand, part of her wished he would never stop.

Sadly, he did. Their pleasant stare down was done when there was something that sparked in his eyes, and it wasn’t warmth.

The next second, he was standing, turned away from her.

“I need to go.”

He spoke in a monotone, that cut though her with the sharpness of chipped ice. One of his hands went up to his forehead, and there was a pause. Onyx spheres flicked to her.

“Sorry.”

The apology was said more softly. There was an intangible disturbance that shifted the air, and he vanished in a blur.

She being alone didn’t set in until a gale raced by, billowing her nightgown and chilling her down to her bones. Having lost all of the good feelings she was experiencing, the woman shakily stood up, hugging herself as confusion and a degree of hurt plagued her.

Did she do something wrong? Maybe she would never find out. She had no inkling as to where he went, and judging by how his attitude did a 180, if she would even see him again anytime soon.

Or, ever again.

The only thing to do now was to go back home, so she could get ready for work. What a morning this ended up being.

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Fusion Revived - CH 3 (Dinner Guest)

RATING: Teen and Up. PAIRING(S): Vegito x OC/Reader, alluded Gochi, alluded Vegebul CONTENT: Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Family Drama CW(s) THIS CHAPTER: None.

A week had passed since her last encounter with…Vegito. The exact reason was unknown to her, but he kept slipping into her thoughts every now and then. Part of her wondered just what he was up to, or what he even did as a living, but asking someone who she still didn’t know a terrible lot such questions felt inappropriate. She’d leave it alone. All things considered, she didn’t know if she would see him once more, so she tried to focus on her own life.

There was nothing like a hearty meal to quell a grumbling stomach. It took some time to come together, but she was satisfied with the final results. The noodles were firm but not too tough, the veggies and meat were all a nice color, and the broth was rich.

The aroma wafting about the kitchen and into her living room was tantalizing. She was itching to fill up a bowl and dig in, but first…she needed to have a bathroom break.

Setting down her ladle, she stepped out of her kitchen and down the small hallway. She wasn’t in there for long, but upon exiting her bathroom, there was something…off.

Puzzled, but alert, she slowly walked back up the hallway to the living room. In it, there wasn’t anything out of place. It was quiet, like it sound be, but she couldn’t brush off the feeling that she wasn’t alone anymore. Gritting her teeth, she internally questioned if she was being paranoid, but then-

*thump*

There was a noise in her kitchen. Some object had been put down. She tensed, and knew with certainty that there was someone in her house. But how? All of her windows and doors were closed and locked. If someone had broken in, she would have definitely heard them in the act.

Weighing her options, she decided the first step would be to see what kind of trespasser she was dealing with. Moving as silently as she could, she peeked around the corner…

And her jaw dropped.

“Hey, _____.”

Standing next to her stove, was a completely unexpected guest.

“What you prepared wasn’t bad.” Vegito patted his mouth with a napkin, before tossing it onto her counter next to a bowl that wasn’t there before.

“The noodles were good, everything else was decently cooked…could’ve used more salt and spices though.”

He talked as if…she ran to his side, just to get a better look. Her suspicions were confirmed.

Everything she made was gone. The platters holding the meat and veggies, the pot of noodles with the broth…they were all empty.

Mind blank, her head turned towards him. His eyes were closed, and he was digging into one of his ears with a finger; totally indifferent to his crime.

She grabbed a wooden spoon next to her barren pot of noodles, and promptly smacked the man over the head with it.

“How dare you?!” She screamed, fire blazing in her eyes. Vegito didn’t flinch to the strike, but when he heard her roar, he was taken aback.

“You break into my house, eat my dinner, then tell me how bad it was?!”

“… … …” He blinked.

“…I didn’t break in. I wouldn’t do something barbaric like that.”

Was his first reply, watching her with a look akin to a kicked puppy.

“You-” She gasped, teeth bared and eyes glaring daggers, clenching the spoon’s handle so tightly that it creaked. He raised his hands and stepped backwards, like she was an upset beast. She couldn’t tell if he was genuinely spooked, or if he was playing with her.

“If it makes you feel better, it surely wasn’t the WORSE meal I’ve ever had.”

“… … …”

She deeply inhaled, and exhaled. She regarded Vegito with a half-lidded gaze, then threw the spoon onto the stove after a minute.

“Whatever.”

She growled, and went over to her refrigerator. There wasn’t any use in crying over spilt milk. Or in this case, lost food. Come to think of it, how did he even eat everything so fast…?

Vegito stood quietly as she rummaged through the appliance, but eventually rubbed the back of his head and walked out of the kitchen.

“You don’t mind me staying here for a while, do you?”

Leaning into the fridge, she shot up.

“What?!”

“Hm? Are you expecting company over?” He asked, plopping down onto the living room’s couch. He picked his legs up to cross them over her coffee table.

“Company-” She zipped to stand in sight of him, fists clenched.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be? Your OWN home?”

As soon as the questions left her mouth, there was a shift in the air. Her hands relaxed, and she saw the expression on Vegito’s face change. It wasn’t into anger, but…it wasn’t of a positive emotion regardless.

“I do. And I don’t.”

He plainly stated, saying no more, and his tone was a hint to her that it would be ill-advised to try to push him on the topic. Not because he would be angered per se, but because she could sense that it was a highly sensitive subject. One he obviously didn’t feel comfortable explaining.

She would respect that. His reaction had an effect on her, an effect that about erased all of her previous fury. It helped that deep down, she truly was…lonely. When was the last time she had company over?

“…You can stay. As long as you don’t break or steal anything.”

She turned around, missing the soft smile that spread onto the man’s face. Diving back into her fridge, she thought about a new plan for dinner.

Perhaps she shouldn’t have allowed him to stay, but…at this point, he seemed harmless; despite how he somehow got into her house without going through any of the doors or windows. She needed to ask him about that.

But, if he wanted to hurt her, he likely would’ve done so by now. Additionally, while he has annoyed her a great deal, she hasn’t picked up any unsettling or threatening vibes from him during all the times they’ve interacted so far.

That had to have meant something.

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Fusion Revived - CH 2 (You Again)

RATING: Teen and Up. PAIRING(S): Vegito x OC/Reader, alluded Gochi, alluded Vegebul CONTENT: Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Family Drama CW(s) THIS CHAPTER: None.

She liked going for walks around the countryside. Some might think it’s foolish for a woman to live basically out in the middle of nowhere on her own, but the pros of she not having to deal with noisy neighbors or other human aggravations made it worthwhile. As did the beauty of nature that surrounded her.

It was a shame she couldn’t be completely independent from society though. She wasn’t knowledgeable enough on how to grow her own food or make her own clothing, and she was too dependent on luxuries like internet to go without them. Having heating, running water, and electricity was also very nice.

Her job out in the city thankfully wasn’t a huge pain to travel to or from, it paid well, and it itself wasn’t something that demanded she invest all of her time and energy into. She worked her absolute hardest during her shift, but outside of it, she gave anything related to work little attention.

Today was her day off, and she chose to spend it outside. Enjoying the pleasant weather and temperatures, she kept her eyes aimed at the sky, watching a group of birds pass by. There was something else in the sky that caught her attention, and after taking a moment to look closely, she could see it wasn’t another bird.

It was a person. She could make out that they had quite the impressive head of spiky hair.

She gaped up at them, unsure if she was just imagining things, but then they suddenly descended from the sky. Too nosy to just ignore what she witnessed, the woman quickly trekked towards the location they dropped down in. When she got there, she was face to face with someone she frankly thought she wouldn’t see again after their meeting a handful of days ago.

His face held a rather introspective expression, but it faded when he saw her appear over the hilltop. Recognition had his face lighten.

“You…weren’t you that apple woman from before?”

“Apple woman?” Of all things she could’ve expected him to call her, that wasn’t one of them. She tsked, crossing her arms. Now that he was standing this time instead of sitting, she took note that he was about a foot taller than her, but she wouldn’t allow that subtle intimidation factor to work.

“I have a name.”

“Oh?” That smirk of his was back, and one of his gloved hands came up to rest on his waist. The amusement that bled into his outlandish voice wasn’t missed by her.

“What is it then?”

She knew she should be cautious when it came to strangers. It was unwise to give your name to one, but in this instance, an idea came to her. She was far too curious about this man for her own good.

“I’ll tell you mine, if you tell me yours. First.”

“Aren’t you bold?”

He chuckled. Thanks to their close proximity to one another, behind his curled lips she could see the elongated canines of his teeth. A feeling of uncertainty had her confidence waver.

“Vegito.”

“…Huh?” She blinked.

“My name is Vegito.” He scrutinized her, for her reaction surely. He may have found it to be lack luster, as she only gave him an impassive stare and nothing more.

He was like a mystery box that just kept giving. She couldn’t determine if his name meant something specific in another language, or if it meant anything at all, but at least she wouldn’t forget it. Vegito…

“_____…”

His eyes widened ever so lightly. Before he could possibly comment on her name, she moved onto something more pressing.

“How were you doing that?”

“Doing what?”

“Floating in the sky.” Her gaze flicked up to it.

“Oh, that?” Smugness joined his playful demeanor, as he looked down at her with onyx eyes that sparkled with a certain light.

“I can fly. Nothing more to it.”

“…Fly?” This evoked a reaction. Shock erased her frown, and her arms went limp at her sides.

“Yes, fly. You know, what most birds and many insects can do.”

“I know what flying is.” She hissed, but unaffected by her irritation, Vegito snickered.

“How were you doing it?” Unlike flying birds and insects, he had no wings that she could see.

Silence was his initial response. The intensity of his gaze was truthfully unnerving, and even though she wouldn’t admit that, the woman felt herself starting to sweat.

“Before I can answer that…I must ask you this. Do you know what ki is?”

She wondered why that was relevant to the discussion, but she saw no harm in it.

“Yes. It’s supposed to be the life force of all living beings, or something like that.”

“You’re right.” Vegito was visibly surprised, not expecting her to be somewhat knowledgeable of the concept. She felt a small amount of pride at having managed to get that cocky look off of his face, if only briefly.

“Where did you learn of it?”

“I’ve looked into martial arts.” Pieces were starting to connect. Vegito wearing a gi made sense; he must have been a martial artist himself. It helped explained why he was so ripped at least.

“I don’t practice any though. Just read about some things that interested me.”

“I see….well, ki is the energy that our spirits naturally emit, but the strength of it varies from person to person. You can channel it, and use it in a variety of ways. One way, is by flying.”

That sounded far-fetched, but she wasn’t ignorant. Unlike a lot of humans out in the world, she knew there was more to things than what met the eye. Like this spiky-haired, fanged man here.

“How do you use ki to fly? Do you have it carry you?”

“Close. To cut a long explanation short: you force your ki underneath you to push yourself upwards. It generates lift, similar to what rotor blades do for a helicopter.”

“Really? That sounds…complicated…”

“Eh, it’s not. Anyone with sufficient ki and control of it can fly. Even children.”

The day she sees a child flying through the sky is the day she might question existence itself, but for Vegito, he was likely speaking from personal experience.

“I think you can learn how to fly. You’re strong enough at the bare minimum.”

“…Strong enough? Like, my ki is?” She quirked a brow. Vegito didn’t seem to be pulling her leg, but then again, she couldn’t be utterly sure. “How can you tell?”

His smirk returned with a strength that made her want to roll her eyes.

“I can sense ki.”

Sense it? How in the world was that done? Her head was starting to hurt.

“But I can teach you how to fly if you want _____. I’ve been pretty bored lately, and I don’t mind imparting knowledge onto someone else.”

He leaned forward, and the excitement upon his face was blatant. In the moment, he was like a child who couldn’t wait to do something fun. The abrupt innocence in his smile was…jarring, and she was at a lost for words. She was saved by a buzzing noise that cut through the air then, and an object vibrating in her pocket. She reached down into it to pull out her phone.

Checking the screen, she sees that she received a text message. It was from one of her co-workers, asking her to…come into the office in an hour? For a favor?

The rush of anger had her exhale a puff of air out of her nose.

“I have to go. I’ll…take a rain check on that flying lesson.”

She turned on her heel to stomp away, furiously typing out a reply on her phone’s screen. Vegito watched her leave, slightly disappointed that his offer wasn’t accepted, but he shook if off. Standing straight, a hand went to his chin as he thought about one particular thing.

He was oddly motivated. This irritable lady has been a new spark, among his dull days…he felt like bothering her more, just for a little while longer.

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