Vegito was thoroughly impressed with how quickly King Vegeta was able to organize plans for a meeting with Freeza. Freeza had apparently been staying very close to the Saiyan planet (a fact that Vegito realized was likely due to his planning of its destruction) and, upon the King's request, had agreed to meet the very next evening. King Vegeta had convinced Freeza that he needed to discuss some concerns over a few Saiyans that had been trying to escape the planet, and Freeza's rule. Of course, this had angered Freeza greatly. It was likely that his quick agreement to come was due to a desire that he kill the attempted escapees himself. It would still be several hours until his arrival, however.
Vegito was sitting at a table in his quarters, eating an afternoon snack of roast beef sandwiches. The door to his room suddenly swung open.
"Excuse you?!" Vegito said as he looked up and his eyes met with those of his young grandfather.
"I want to discuss some things further with you, boy."
Vegito smirked and waved his hand toward the chair that sat empty across from him. "Be my guest, but I prefer it if you would stop calling me "boy". I'm only, what, 5 years younger than you?"
Vegeta growled. "I will call you what I like. You may not be used to it in your time where Saiyans just run around rampantly mating with earthlings and do whatever else they like, but here, all with Saiyan blood are expected to submit to my rule." Vegito chuckled at his grandfather's disgust at the thought of mating with a human.
"You may be a Prince here, but I'm the one who will be able to save this planet. So, let's make a deal. You stop calling me "boy" and show me some respect, and I'll start showing you some respect as well. If you don't agree, then we have nothing to discuss."
Vegeta growled again and nodded his acknowledgement. Vegito eyed him, insinuating he should proceed with his questions.
"How did your grandfathers reach the level of super Saiyan?"
"Well, obviously I wasn't alive for it, but I'll tell you what I've been told. My grandfather, Goku, was the first to achieve it. He had traveled to a planet called Namek to collect what are called the Dragon Balls, which could grant a wish to bring some of his fallen friends back to life. There, he met Freeza, who he battled with for some time. At one point, he thought he had defeated him, but Freeza returned and murdered his best friend, Krillin, in front of him. Goku's rage pushed him to the level of a super Saiyan. My other grandfather was angry that Goku had achieved it first, and he started to train constantly to the point of almost killing himself. He eventually traveled to another planet to train away from distractions. He was about to die and had accepted his fate and let go of his pride, and it happened. Does that answer your question?"
Vegeta considered the information for a few moments, "And how did you attain it?"
Vegito paused before answering, remembering the day it happened. "My… grandfather and I trained together a lot. My grandmother had created a room for us that increased gravity so we could have even more intense training. My grandfather was relentless that day. I was only 7, but he landed punch after punch to me. In hindsight, I think he knew that I was close to reaching the level. He had never gone easy on me, but that day was different. Eventually, I fell to the floor, completely drained. I don't remember much after that, but he continued to taunt me, asking how I would ever protect myself when I was so pathetic. My anger took over and that's when it happened."
"So, it sounds like it is anger that causes it?"
Vegito shook his head. "No, the anger has to be one of focus and void of evil intentions."
"Hmph, well how is someone supposed to do that?"
"Weren't you listening? You can't force it. You tried to do that for years and it didn't work. It needs to come naturally, when you let go and truly focus." Vegito stopped what he was saying suddenly and gulped. He had made a grave mistake, but he had realized it too late.
"Wait. What do I mean I tried to do that for years?"
"I… I mean, my grandfathers said they knew you, and that's what you tried to do." Vegito could feel his forehead becoming slightly sweaty as his mind whirred to think of ways to cover up his slip up.
"Then I wasn't killed when the planet was destroyed?"
"Well, no. You continued to work for Freeza, I heard."
"But what happened to me when Freeza was killed? I find it hard to believe I would never try to find the other living Saiyans, especially super Saiyans."
Vegito's mouth and throat were becoming dry as he began to feel he was running out of possible convincing lies.
"You… You came."
Vegeta eyed Vegito carefully while his mind worked to place the scattered pieces of Vegito's past together. He thought about what he knew for sure. This boy was a super Saiyan who was half-Saiyan, half earthling, and descended from two full blooded Saiyan men. These men happened to both not be on planet Vegeta at the time of its destruction. His future self had, supposedly, worked for Freeza for some time and returned to Earth to seek out the Saiyans after Freeza's demise. Vegeta lifted his head up and put his thoughts aside for a moment as he stared into the boy's face.
"Why do you look exactly like me, other than some very minor differences?" Vegeta knew. He knew now that this boy was his grandson. He was the Saiyan who survived, and it made sense because he was supposed to leave for a mission shortly and would not be on the planet in two weeks at its destruction. He was the Saiyan who had trained tirelessly and been unable to attain the super Saiyan form until he let go. He was the Saiyan who had relentlessly pushed this boy in front of him to become a super Saiyan. This was his descendant. It was unbelievable, but he knew it was true.
Vegito shifted uneasily at his question. He didn't have a way out now. "I… Well, lots of Saiyans look a lot alike, don't they?"
"Don't lie to me, boy!" Vegeta yelled. "You are my grandson, are you not?" Vegeta looked him in the eye, probing and daring him to lie to him again at this direct question.
Vegito wiped the sweat from his forehead. He placed his nervous hands in his lap and avoided Vegeta's gaze for a moment before accepting his secret was out. "Yes… I am your grandson. My real name is Vegito, I am the son of your son, Trunks, and the son of Goku, er… Kakrot's daughter, Gotu."
The name sounded familiar to Vegeta. Yes, Kakarot had been a weak Saiyan baby who was sent to Earth to destroy it. Clearly, he never did. "How could I have possibly chosen to have a child with a mere human?"
Brow furled, Vegito raised his voice slightly at this question. "My grandmother is an incredible woman. While you were busy treating her like she was expendable, she took care of you and created incredible technology to help you attain new levels in your power. She has always supported you and she is easily the most intelligent human on the planet; possibly, the most intelligent being in the universe."
"Yes, I suppose she was the best of the available options without any Saiyan women left." Vegito rolled his eyes at his young grandfather's arrogance.
"You care deeply about her; don't disrespect that."
"If your timeline was so fabulous, child, then why did you feel the need to use that time machine to change history?"
"I… Wanted to finally be surrounded by people who can understand my power. My world is peaceful and it provides little challenge. I have to be cautious constantly around the humans; them seeing our extreme power never goes well." Vegito remembered the time he had lost control and relentlessly beaten a human fighter at the world martial arts tournament. "I want to experience being with my true people."
Vegeta smirked. 'Perhaps I can mold my grandson to be of great use to me…' He thought.
