Vegeta stood silently inside the gravity room. A few years ago, after Goku's demise, he had
Bulma install a special room in their house so he could continue training, realizing that evil
could never fade and die. The Saiyan Prince was one of the only remaining who still trained. He
pressed a button on the wall and the lights in the room turned on. Vegeta turned the austerity
levels up to 300 times Earth's gravity and began swatting his arms and legs around, pounding
against invisible enemies, kicking non-existent predators, firing ki blasts at nothing. He recalled
Bulma's words from the night before, when they stood in the kitchen.
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"Yes, I still think about Goku," admitted Bulma, looking down at the mix she was stirring with a
wooden spoon.
"What do you think about when you think of him?"
"I think about how kind he was, and all he did for us, and how much I miss him."
"I always thought that Kakarotto would stay here forever."
"Do you always have to call him that?"
"I refuse to call him anything other than his Saiyan name."
"And do you miss him, Vegeta?"
"I... I..."
"Well?"
"I miss the fact that we were never able to finish our battle," replied Vegeta, walking out of the
kitchen.
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Tiles ripped free from the floor as Vegeta screamed and exploded with ki, his hair turning a
familiar golden tint, his muscles bulging and his body raging forth with intense physical
exertion. The gravity room could obviously not sustain such immense power, and Vegeta
realized that he might have to relocate his training to a new location.
Then it hit him like a fist, and Vegeta wobbled and collapsed to his feet, still in his Super Saiyan
form. His breath shortened, his pulse quickened, and he almost blacked out.
"Wha- what is that force? Someone's ki, but who could be so powerful?" panted Vegeta,
reaching for the switch for the gravity chamber, shutting off the power and returning to normal
gravity. He staggered to his feet and ran outside, staring into the sky. It felt so familiar, but it
couldn't be who he thought it was- could it? Vegeta strained to once again connect with the ki he
felt.
"Vegeta."
Vegeta spun around, staring head on at a stranger, a figure he had never seen before. "Who are
you?" asked Vegeta, realizing that this was the ki he had felt.
"I am your oppressor," said the warrior in a shrill voice that sounded as if there were two people
speaking at once.
Vegeta gazed at the stranger with an odd expression. To describe him was hard, because the man
looked human, except he had such an alien quality about him. His hair was black, spreading out
to both sides in large spikes, and his eyes held the cold relay of steel, like eyes he had seen
before. Attire was somewhat unexpected, for the man wore the fusion outfit of Gojita or Vejitto.
Beneath the black vest, although, was a red shirt resembling Vegeta's old Saiyan tights. A black
sash wrapped around his waist, the man's boots were grey with the golden tips of the Saiyan
armor, while he also wore a pair of Vegeta's Saiyan gloves.
Vegeta looked at the warrior sternly. "I asked your name, warrior. Give it to me, or face the
wraith of Vegeta."
The black-haired warrior merely smiled. "I am Gojitto."
Vegeta reeled backward in shock. "What?! Gojitto?! No! How could that be possible?!" The
Saiyan clenched his fist as he stared at the man named Gojitto, still wearing the same mocking
smile. "That is not possible."
"What? My name? Surely it could be acclaimed to something other than your fusion with
Kakarotto."
Vegeta stared. "How did you know about that?"
Gojitto laughed. "Can't you see it, Vegeta? I am you! I know everything!"
"But... that's not possible! I was never fused as Gojitto!"
"That, my element, is another story to itself. But I have come here to collect you and Kakarotto."
Vegeta growled, lashing forward suddenly at Gojitto, smashing him across the face and sending
the stranger backward into a tree. The fusion sliced through it, landing on the ground behind the
toppled tree and stump and smiling. "Are you mad?" he tempted. Vegeta's Super Saiyan form
leered back at Gojitto. "You won't win, and you won't get Kakarotto."
"I disagree," shot back Gojitto, charging at Vegeta and slamming him into the ground. Gojitto ki
flared up around him and he turned Super Saiyan as well, smacking Vegeta across his face
numerous times. "You fool! I am not one to be messed with!" shouted Gojitto mockingly,
smashing his fist into Vegeta's face, causing him to bleed from the mouth. Gojitto stood up, the
crumpled form of Vegeta lying beneath him. Slowly, the injured Saiyan stood up, leering at his
adversary. Then he screamed, his ki igniting and his hair growing deeper golden still. Gojitto
stepped back as Vegeta reached Super Saiyan 2.
The Saiyan stared blankly at the fusion. "I do not want to hurt anybody. Let us go to the
mountains and fight, and then I can show you my true power."
"Very well," agreed Gojitto, following Vegeta as he blasted off into the sky toward the
mountains off in the east.
Trunks ran outside as they blasted off. He stared in awe. What was that creature behind his
father? He had to find out.
"Trunks!" shouted Pan as she rushed outside, clad in her usual clothes, followed by Bra. Trunks
turned around and looked at her and Bra as they stopped beside him.
"Um... Trunks, about that thing that happened earlier..."
"No time to talk, Pan! I just saw a monster following my dad! I think he's in trouble!"
Bra panicked. "Monster?! No way!"
Pan grinned. Now she could prove to Trunks how brave she was. "Okay, let's go check it out!
She shouted, flying in the direction of the mountains. Trunks scooped up Bra and flew after her,
the three young fighters in for a big surprise.

*****

Piccolo looked angrily into the distance as the dense fires of Hell sprang up around him. "What
do you mean Goku's on Earth?"
Dende answered back. "Ubuu and I sensed Goku and Vegeta's powers, though they seemed
intertwined."
Piccolo projected his answer back psychically from Hell to Earth. "Goku is dead and has
disappeared from the universe. He cannot be alive."
"But he is, Piccolo, he is!"
"If he is, then why hasn't he contacted anyone but Vegeta?"
"I don't know."
"Then maybe you should examine the situation a bit more carefully."
"Okay, Piccolo. Whatever you say," responded Dende, cutting the link and turning back to his
friends. "I think Piccolo is wrong. Let's gather the others."