Piccolo and Sam sat beside one another, both with their legs crossed and their hands on their knees. They had been completely silent for almost an hour now, and had begun to levitate without even realizing it. Dean and Vegeta, on the other hand, were busy going at it with punches and kicks. Goku and Castiel were absentmindedly tossing various colors of energy spheres back and forth as they watched the proceedings.

Dean was getting rapidly angrier during his battle, having realized early on that he was horribly outclassed. Vegeta often fought with a single hand, not even moving his legs during their sparring. Occasionally he would toss an energy blast Dean's way, which the Winchester would swat out of his path before coming in for another strike.

After watching this for such a long period of time, Goku's patience finally wore out and he stepped in, jumping between Dean and Vegeta, effortlessly catching the strike that had been aimed at Vegeta's neck. He spoke in a very serious tone, one that got Dean's full attention immediately. "Look Dean, I know you're getting angry, but you're going about this the wrong way. Just throwing strikes at random won't help you at all. You have to see a minute ahead, know where Vegeta is going to be, and attack him from where he can't be." Dean pulled back, breathing heavily.

"Yeah, that sounds nice, coming from the alien. How am I supposed to keep up with you two?" Vegeta huffed, crossing his arms.

"I don't know, why don't you ask my seven year old son? I'd be willing to bet money he can utterly destroy you without a second thought, and he's got just as much Saiyan in him as you do." Trunks's eyes bulged at the edge of the dusty clearing, partly with shock and partly with pride. Dean took a deep breath, trying to contain his anger. Without thinking, he held out one hand toward Vegeta, and an energy ball formed at the end of it. The ball coursed through the air, leaving Vegeta only a few seconds to deflect it. Goku smirked, nodding.

"Getting better. Using your anger correctly is the key." Dean nodded, turning back to Vegeta as the Prince steadied himself from the blast. "Now, be ready, because Vegeta's going to take the offensive this time." Vegeta smirked, and suddenly he was gone. He appeared on Dean's right, smashing one fist into his cheek, then he was gone again. Dean stumbled back, trying to regain his balance, and as Vegeta appeared behind him he swung around with a kick, just missing the Saiyan. Vegeta disappeared again, but this time Dean followed him, leaving the normally visible spectrum. Goku raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. He could follow this battle easily, but he hadn't expected either of the brothers to come along this quickly.

Dean reappeared in midair, glancing around for Vegeta for a few moments before taking a look at his feet. He let out a small squeak as he realized he was at least thirty feet off of the ground, and almost immediately began to fall. Vegeta stepped forward, catching him by the collar and placing him on the ground. Goku helped him up by the shoulder, looking at him curiously.

"What happened up there? You were doing really good, then you just stopped." Dean took a moment to catching his breath before answering.

"I don't...I don't do flying." Goku chuckled, lifting into the air automatically.

"Aw, come on. It's easy! Just picture yourself sitting on a platform, and your energy will react naturally." Dean shook his head, not bothering to reply. Goku placed a hand on his chin, glancing over at Sam. His face perked up when he noticed the younger Winchester hovering with almost no visible effort. He looked over at Vegeta, then back to Sam as he spoke. "Hey, Vegeta. Do you think we could get rid of Dean's fear if we taught them to-" Vegeta growled audibly.

"I'm going to stop you here, Kakarot, because there is no way I'm demonstrating that idiotic technique just for their benefit. I would rather you brought Buu here and we just killed him without them." Goku took a moment to consider this question, then turned to Dean.

"Oh, yeah. I was going to ask, why did you need to take out Buu, anyway? He was pretty well contained where he was?" Sam's eyes burst open a few yards away, and he fell to the ground, rushing over as quickly as could be considered conspicuous.

"So, what technique were you talking about just now?" Vegeta raised his eyebrow at the abrupt change of subjects, but made no comment as Goku went off on his little tangent.

"Well, it's a very advanced strategy called Fusion. In it, two fighters join bodies and become one for a short period of time, usually about thirty minutes." The two brothers glanced at one another, and Dean spoke up.

"And this is supposed to serve what purpose, exactly?" Trunks, unable to contain his boredom at the edge of the field any longer, jumped into the conversation without warning, causing even Goku to stumble back a bit in surprise.

"It multiplies your strength by a ton! That, and when you combine fighting knowledge with someone else, you can pull off tricks that neither of you could do on your own." Vegeta nudged Trunks out of the way, rolling his eyes in annoyance as Goku finished his explanation.

"Since it joins both minds as well as bodies, I think it would help Dean's fear of flying if he fused with Sam." The Winchesters both took a moment to consider it before speaking, and even had a brief huddle. The Saiyans on the outside looked curiously in, watching as Dean spent almost a full minute shaking his head with varying degrees of intensity. As they broke, Sam was the first to speak.

"Alright, we'll give it a shot. How does this go?" Goku turned to Piccolo, who closed his eyes and growled under his breath as Goku called over.

"Hey, Piccolo! Care to join me for a demonstration?" The Namekian begrudgingly stepped over to Goku, standing a few feet to his right. Goku looked over at Sam and Dean, focusing his attention back on them. "Alright, watch closely. Every muscle movement in the Fusion Dance is critical. First, you'll need to get on your toes, and bow your legs just so." He and Piccolo both lifted up a few inches, then shrunk down as they spread their legs apart. "Now, both your hands will start off pointing away from your partner, but as you take three steps inward..." He and Piccolo both took three highly awkward steps towards one another, bringing their hands around to point at each other after the third step. "They'll come to almost meet. Then, you'll jerk them around again, and bring them up to meet with just your index fingertips right in the middle." Goku and Piccolo followed through on these actions, leaving Sam and Dean both with somewhat befuddled looks on their faces. There was a moment of silence before Sam held up one finger.

"Okay, I think we need another huddle real quick."

HAPPY THANKSGIVING, EVERYONE! I understand that probably not all of my readers are from the U.S.A, but there it is. I wish you all a fabulous day, and I hope that this chapter reaches you in good spirits.

Greetings aside, I realize that there are still a few gaps in the plot, especially how Sam continued to age alongside Dean and their age continuity is the way it is. Trust me, I've got a plan for that, coming up in one of the later chapters. This was one of three training bits, and yeah, the brothers are fusing. It was pointed out to me how much Dean hates flying, and I thought this would be the funnest way to clear that up. Sue me.

Anyway, leave a review, I'm OfficialBacon, and I'll see you in the next one!