Vegito, the son of Gotu, Goku's daughter, and Trunks, Vegeta's son, stood at the precipice of a dusty plateau in the middle of nowhere. His sixteenth birthday was this evening and he shuddered to think what his grandmothers, Bulma and Chi Chi had planned for him. He looked at his watch and sighed as he realized he only had another hour left to train before he would need to head back to Capsule Corp. for his party.

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"Mom, Bulma, please. It's fine. Everything doesn't have to be perfect."

Gotu was met with heated glares from both Chi Chi and Bulma as she finished her sentence.

"Gotu, you know nothing about the importance of precise party planning." Chi Chi retorted. "Just go into the living room with the boys and we will take care of everything."

Gotu listened to her mother and stomped into the living room, exasperated.

Trunks turned his head toward her as she entered the room. "Long morning setting up with our mothers?"

"My god. I know they love him, but sometimes…" Gotu shook her head. "Ah well, who's ready for a snack?!" Her normal grin returned at the thought of food.

"I am, momma!" A boy, about 9 years old, ran up to grab Gotu's knees. His hair was the chocolate brown of Gotu's, but it stood up in the shape of Vegeta's. His eyes, however, looked exactly like Trunks'. He was the second son of Gotu and Trunks; Bardock. It was strange how the name had come to be. While Gotu was in her sixth month of pregnancy, both she and Trunks had separate dreams about a Saiyan named Bardock who attempted to save the Saiyan race. It had felt like fate to both of them that they give their son his name. Gotu looked down at him happily and they began to coax everyone into the kitchen. As usual, Gotu was the only woman in a room full of Saiyan and half-Saiyan men. Vegeta, Goku, Trunks, Gohan, and Goten were busy inhaling food alongside her.

Once their snack was finished, everyone departed to separate rooms to get ready for the evening's festivities. Gotu returned to her and Trunks' room and heard Trunks already in their shower as she entered. A stream of light from the setting sun entered their window. She walked to the sill, and leaned her elbows against the wood to admire the sunset. Mesmerized, she failed to notice the water had turned off and Trunks was right behind her. She jumped as he placed a hand against her shoulder.

With a start, she turned around and sighed as she realized it was just Trunks, standing in front of her, with a towel wrapped around his waist.

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"WHERE ON EARTH ARE THOSE TWO?!" Chi Chi screamed. "The party starts in 15 minutes and I specifically told them to be back here 45 minutes before."

"Aw, Chi Chi, maybe they just got side tracked. You know how easy it can be to lose track of time!" Goku reasoned.

"NO, Goku! You may know how easy it is to lose track of time, but I don't." She barked.

At that moment, Gotu and Trunks entered the main party area, looking slightly happier, but no one but the two of them had any idea why. Chi Chi immediately began yelling orders to both of them, and guests quickly began arriving. All that was left was for the guest of honor, Vegito, to arrive. Trunks and Gotu held hands, standing near the doorway.

"He had better show up, Gotu. He has been trying to get out of this since our mothers first started talking about it, but I told him it wasn't an option. I don't want to listen to mom start freaking out that he isn't here yet." Trunks kept glancing nervously at his watch.

"Relax, Trunks. He'll be here." Gotu said as she intertwined her fingers with his.

As though Gotu had predicted the future, Vegito popped into the room using instant transmission, which he had recently been taught by Goku. He grinned sheepishly as his eyes scanned the room and took in how many people were really there. It had to be close to 50. The crowd was turned around with their back toward Vegito, watching Chi Chi's ridiculous dancing.

"Hey, everyone." He shouted to get their attention. Everyone turned and Chi Chi screeched.

"MY BABY!" Chi Chi ran over to her grandson and wrapped her arms around him.

"Jeez, grandma. I hardly think you can call me 'your baby' anymore…" Awkwardly, he looked down at his grandmother, whose eyes began to well with tears. "Fine, fine. Now are we going to eat, or what? I was promised food if I showed up to this thing."

"Grandson, you read my mind!" Goku shouted and jumped up with glee.

The Saiyans began to tear away at the food. Bulma had separated one table for them, and a few tables for everyone else. After all, she didn't want any unfortunate causalities during the event due to a food argument. Vegito watched as his grandfathers both reached for a leg of fried chicken at the same time and began to argue over it. Moments like these made it seem like the two were really squabbling brothers.

Several loud belches from the Saiyan table finally signified the end of the meal. Vegito stood towards the back, not unlike what his eldest grandfather was famous for. He looked incredibly like Vegeta in several ways. His black hair stood up to a single peak like his, and his eyes were slanted and onyx-colored. But instead of a widow's peak forming on his forehead, he had wild bangs that were not unlike the ones that adorned the forehead of the man who he was named after; the fused form of Goku and Vegeta. His facial structure, however, was identical to Goku's. The resemblance he held to the fused form of his grandfathers was uncanny. He really was a combination of the two of them. He wore slightly worn out jeans and a tight green tank top and a tiny gold earring in one ear.

Vegeta stood near where his grandson was, leaning against a tree. "Quite the spectacle the women can throw." Vegeta smirked.

"Yeah, I would have to agree with you there, Grandad. I spent most of the day training out in the mountains and I wasn't exactly in the mood to come back, but… Well, you know how Grandma can be." He scratched the back of his head remembering the many times his grandmother had taken up a problem with his training regimen.

"Yes, those women are out of their minds half of the time. But… You may need to be to be able to keep a Saiyan." He laughed as Vegito's face contorted in horror. Images of his grandparents flooded into his mind before he shook his head violently to rid them.

"So Grandad, do you think I'm stronger than mom and dad yet? I've been training constantly. I really feel like I might be able to compete with them soon."

Vegeta thought for a moment before answering. "You are not stronger than your mother. Your father, maybe."

"Wait a minute! Are you trying to tell me that mom is stronger than dad? How is that possible? Why haven't you told me that before? How did I not know?" He looked, stunned, at his mother who stood hand in hand with his father. Her frame was small and her voice and touch was always so gentle. He rarely even saw her fight, although he knew that she often went into the gravitational rooms to train. Sometimes she went with his father, and sometimes she went without him. He realized that, since he was about 5, he had really never seen his mother fight. His trainings from that point on had always been with one of his grandfather's. Vegeta had told him it was because his parents were too soft on him.

"Yes, I am almost certain your mother is stronger. Your father took off a considerable amount of time from training before you were born, while your mother never stopped. Her training has always been her priority, and she enjoys it far more than your father. I believe she inherited the love of battle that we Saiyan's carry in our blood. It makes her strong. The entire reason your father began training again was because of your mother. And why would you know, boy? Have you ever even seen them battle? Besides, it really isn't that important."

"Maybe not… But… Do you think I get my love of fighting from her?"

"Of course not. Clearly, that was blessed to you because you are my descendant. You have royal blood in your veins."

"I wish I could have seen the Saiyan planet, Grandad. Sometimes, it just doesn't feel like we belong here." Vegeta eyed his grandson carefully at this.

"You would not exist if it weren't for this planet, humans, and their lives. Half Saiyans have a potential that is only limited by their own choices. The human blood that mixes with your royal heritage can be an advantage. Do not yearn to be on that planet. It was a cold, lonely place. Sometimes being out of place among friends is better than fitting in with those you cannot trust." Vegeta walked away from his grandson, leaving him slightly confused.

'Grandad is wrong.' He thought. 'Being surrounded by humans when you have this power; it feels wrong. I want to experience being on a planet with my equals.' Little did he know that his grandmother would soon be unveiling an invention that might give him the chance to experience exactly that.