Being Vegito Part One: Permafused

Bulma Briefs considered herself to be a very open-minded person. In fact, she was 100% certain that there were few people in the world more tolerant and accepting than she was, and really all those other people didn't matter anyhow. As Bulma's fingers flew over the well-loved keys of her laptop computer, her mind was working at a furious pace. She was trying to come up with a way to fix the massive twist in her life. The situation was amusing if you weren't actually involved, but for Bulma it frankly sucked. Her face was blank save the deep glare that was directed a the laptop screen. Her shoulders were hunched from working in the same position for the past several hours, and seated languidly in midair just to her left was the source of her current frustration - Vegito.

The smirk on the saiyajin's face was enough to ignite further fury; blood rushed in her ears as she once more reached a pointless dead end with her calculations. She was forced to begin all over again, using the numbers that represented Vegito's DNA and comparing them to samples of both Goku's and Vegita's blood. She was hoping to discover some kind of difference, some clear directions telling her how she could separate one man back into two, but it was pointless. Vegito's blood barely resembled either of his counterparts, except that it was all clearly saiyajin as opposed to human. Other than that, he was a totally different person. It unnerved Bulma to look him in the face, the grin resting there was so like the both of them.. He seemed perfectly content, though a little fidgety perhaps. He didn't like needles - a trait clearly adopted from his Goku half. But he wasn't about to admit his fear either, thank you very much Vegita half. It was definitely a confusing arrangement, and never mind the strange melding of his voice, that part Bulma was still unable to understand, it seemed impossible that a single being could have two distinctly separate vocal tones and patterns - he was a mystery.

His hair was swept up and back. It was completely black, as were his eyes. He was shorter than Goku had been and taller than Vegita, and his pose sprawled comfortably in the air breathed of confidence, self- assuredness, and pride. He seemed impenetrable, no matter what Bulma said to him the smirk never left his face. It was eating her up, it looked so much like Vegita looking at her from behind that handsome face, but then he would shift and she would see the way he was peering at her with open innocence. Realizations would come crashing down on Bulma's fluttering heart and she would remember that he was not Vegita at all.

Bulma was doing an excellent job of maintaining her control over herself. Vegito had already demonstrated to her that he felt fine, that he didn't see why she couldn't just leave him be. he saw no reason to go back to being two people when he was so much more powerful like this. He watched her type away with that familiar frown knitting her brows, and Bulma swore she knew what he was thinking. She paused her activities and pushed the small computer off of her lap, setting it on the desk in front of her and pushing her chair back so she could stand up. Her hair was short. It still retained its brilliant youthful aquamarine hue, matching her eyes and accenting the fire that burned there, a zest for life and knowledge. Bulma brought a hand to her forehead and rubbed, pushing the bangs out of her eyes and walking away from the desk. She made her way to the window, a large round glass bubble that looked out on the broad stretch of lawn beyond the lab. She didn't hear Vegito set his feet on the ground and walk over to her. She tensed when his hand slid onto her shoulder.

Bulma found Vegito moving closer to her. His hand gripped her carefully so as not to crush her, she was delicate, like a small animal to him. He looked at her back with unmasked curiosity and opened his mouth to speak, but he was no sure what to say. Why wouldn't she look at him? Why didn't she want him to touch her? They'd known each other for a very long time. surely Bulma liked him still, now that he was one person? He let a pout rise to his lips when she shifted out of his grasp.

"Don't." Bulma said, keeping her voice steady and letting her hands ball into small fists. Her long fake nails tried to dig into her palms, they were painted a shade of red that matched blood almost exactly. She had been searching for the perfect red to wear for Vegita for years, and about six months ago she had discovered it. Obviously he never said anything about whether he liked it or not, perhaps he didn't even notice it. but Bulma figured he probably did. She knew he was more observant than most men, whether he talked about his thoughts or kept them to himself. Vegita had other ways of demonstrating his internal conflicts and desires. He was a master at touch, skilled with sex and giving pleasure. Vegita was generally not a selfish lover in any sense. Bulma knew there was something that made him that way, because she believed that otherwise he would take whatever he wanted without so much as asking. Perhaps his traumatizing life experiences had actually been a good thing - she could never be certain. He didn't talk about himself enough to give her an indication. But she did know that he made her feel good in places she hadn't even known were a part of her before she met him.

Well so much for mind-blowing sex. the man standing beside her didn't look at her like he was thinking naughty things.. He looked at her like he might look at his sister. the way Goku looked at her. He expressed willingness to try and comfort her if she was upset, and clearly intended to protect her - he was the strongest man alive after all - from anything that might do her harm. But it was weird. it was disturbing and frightening and it made Bulma feel like a bird trapped in a glass box. She sighed and relaxed, leaning heavily on her hands, which rested at the base window, gripping the sill for balance. She leaned her head forward a little and closed her eyes, drawing in a breath and releasing it in a sigh.

"Vegito. I can't turn you back into Goku and Vegita. Your DNA is totally different. there isn't anything I can do."

Vegito blinked at Bulma and put his hands on the windowsill beside hers, leaning forward a little to try and catch her eyes. His own were bright and aware. "I know Bulma-san, don't worry about it, I'm much stronger like this than I was before. Er. but I think I broke the gravity room. Again. Can you fix it?"

Bulma clenched her teeth and looked at Vegito out of the corner of her eye. "You broke it again? Vegito you're too strong for the gravity room, its just going to break again if I fix it. you're gonna have to train somewhere else. Why don't you see if Gohan will spar with you? Or maybe Goten and Trunks? I can't keep wasting time fixing that thing if you're only gonna break it again. besides you have three sons now and Gohan's called me twice already today because he wants to see you. You can't keep avoiding them like this. Your condition is permanent. You're their father and they want to see you. Trunks and Goten too."

Vegito frowned distastefully at Bulma, he wanted her to fix the gravity room. He had a hard time making himself care about much besides training and fighting. Where he had been intent on raising his power as two people, that determination seemed to have multiplied tenfold since the fusion. Vegito found himself waking up around three in he morning, thinking about how nice it would feel to punch and kick and fight. He thought about it all day, his body and mind constantly pushed him to find a way to train more. In fact he knew Bulma was worried that he would leave all together and go looking for opponents. She wasn't far from the truth, the thought had crossed his mind already a few times. He could Instant Transmission to all the biggest energies he could sense and fight to his heart's content. but he was bound to this weak planet by his family and friends.

Vegito's body burned constantly with the desire to fight. He felt, on one hand, like the perfect Saiyajin, but on the other hand the need to battle was slowly eating away at his mind. Even now, he could plainly see that Bulma was upset and that she needed comfort, but he could only think about getting the gravity room fixed fast so he could train again. It was very difficult to control the surge of battle lust in his belly. He already knew what it came from, not that it did him any good to simply possess the knowledge. Bulma told him that there were abnormally high levels of endorphins flying through his mind, but there was also a steep rise in the level of testosterone his body was producing. The combination, for a Saiyajin, meant that he got high off battle, that was how she explained it to him. Battle caused the endorphins, which were already plentiful, to rise further and circulate thoroughly, making him feel good, pleasured, and the testosterone spawned aggression. What she said was definitely right, but it didn't help at all. He still thought it would be most pleasurable to rip something into shreds. With his teeth.

This was not behavior he should be demonstrating to his boys. It didn't bother him any but it would bother their mothers plenty, and a frying pan over the head was not something Vegito wanted at the moment. He frowned as Bulma eyed him, and tried to think of something suitable to say to her.

"Bulma-san I have to train." He trailed helplessly, his fists clenching the windowsill tightly now, leaving hand-shaped crush marks in the wood. Bulma turned to face him, her eyes alight with fury.

"Oh no you don't! I'm not fixing that gravity room again till you go and spend some time with Goten and Trunks and Gohan! Get moving Vegito, you can train later, you're already strong enough anyway."

Vegito sweatdropped and released the windowsill, raising his hands in front of him and trying to get Bulma to stop screeching. It was infuriating, and for lack of self-control he knew he should probably leave here. But he also knew quite well that the three boys who were now all his sons would want some answers. He sucked in a breath and dropped his hands, crossing his arms over is chest. The Vegita-style pose was intimidating and comfortable, and it accented the light in his eyes nicely. Challenge seeped off of him.

Bulma sweatdropped too, she could practically see him thinking about inflicting pain. She didn't believe for a second that he would lay a finger on her, but it was disconcerting nonetheless to see how much he wanted a fight. She wondered, not for the first time today, if Vegito would eventually lose his mind and turn 'Buu' on the Earth and the rest of the universe simply for lack of release. She would have to find something to counter the testosterone. That's what she was intending on inventing while he went to see his sons. She already had some ideas which she knew would be quite successful, but she was concerned that whatever she gave him would either not work because of his high immune system, or that he would become unmanageable unless he was under its influence. It was a difficult situation, delicate like snow waiting to avalanche.

"Fine then. I'll go see them." He said, snorting at Bulma. Vegito turned, summoned up a small ki-blast, and blew a hole through the lab wall to create an exit for himself. He ignored Bulma's indignant squawk as he stepped gleefully over the rubble he'd created and blasted into the sky, leaving a crater in the otherwise unhurt lawn below him.

A chunk of grass hit Bulma in the face and she growled at the empty sky overhead like he might be able to hear her. "Vegito! Damn you! You can fix your own stupid gravity room if you're gonna be such an ass! Grrr.stupid saiyajins.think destruction is fun. hn." Bulma glared for a few moments longer at the small crater and the hole in her lab wall. She went over to her laptop and shut it, deciding a break from thinking on this was in order. Several repair droids had already filtered into the room and were busily beginning to rebuild the destroyed section of lab. Bulma wasn't interested in watching them, so she left through the proper door and made her way through the halls of Capsule Corporation to the kitchen, where she set out to look for something to have for lunch. Worry creased her brow despite her anger. As she sliced an apple for herself and sat at the deserted table with her legs pointedly crossed, her thoughts ran repeatedly in circles, and a swell of fear welled in her. He was violent.but not in the good controlled way. he was just violent. Temperamental, disinterested. like a distracted child waiting to throw a tantrum, only this child could blow things up.

Bulma stuffed a slice of apple in her mouth and looked at the pale surface of the table, trying to ignore her worries; a brutally ineffective method of dealing with them.

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"Trunks! Trunks hurry up. Hurry or my mom'll come looking for us!" Goten cried seriously, his hands stuffed with capsules. The capsules were all filled with food and clothes and games, most of it was Trunks' stuff. Goten had his own stuff capsulated and in his pockets. They were loaded down to the point where his pants were ready to fall off. Despite being forced to carry everything, Goten was still incredibly excited. This was brilliant. and it would be so much fun! He was so happy to have a best friend like Trunks, who was super smart and always had the best ideas. A whole year's worth of training and eating and relaxing, and they wouldn't even get in trouble, because nobody would know they were gone. Goten told Chichi he was sleeping over at Trunks', and Trunks told Bulma he was sleeping over at Goten's, and the both of them packed enough stuff to last them a year or more. Now all they had to do was find a way to sneak into the Time Chamber without Dende catching them, and they would be all set. Fortunately for Goten, who was fresh out of ideas, Trunks had already taken care of that aspect of their situation as well.

"Goten don't be such a baby, who cares if your mom tries to catch us? We're way faster. we'd be gone before she could get half-way into the room. Here, put all those capsules in this capsule, makes it easier to carry." Trunks opened up a capsule and stuffed the rest of their capsules in it, handing the single cylindrical item to Goten with a stern look "Now do you remember what you have to do? Don't screw it up Goten. kay?"

Goten nodded dutifully and grinned. He opened his bedroom window and climbed out. Trunks followed him and shut the window behind him. He flew beside Goten and they discussed their plan once more. Goten asked Trunks how come he couldn't know all the details, and Trunks repeated to him, with a dramatic tone in his voice, that Goten was dumb and he would mess it up if he knew everything. Goten protested vehemently, but Trunks just laughed and repeated what he'd said, a grin stretching over his face. His blue eyes sparkled with mischief and his pale lavender hair flew back thanks to the wind blowing in their faces. They flew towards the lookout, trying to keep their ki as low as they could and still fly.

A huge ki rocketed past Goten and Trunks as they were flying away from the Son household. Both of them stopped immediately, turning around in midair and staring after the figure. A crack sounded in their ears from the broken sound barrier. He was going fast.really fast. Goten's mouth dropped open and he stared after the rapidly disappearing form. "That's. my otousan?" He said with confusion evident in his voice, looking at Trunks for some answers. Trunks knew everything after all.

Unfortunately for Goten, Trunks; face bore the same stupefied expression as the young Son. "No stupid, that was my papa. baka. Not yours. But his ki sure feels funny."

Goten's face crinkled with thought, a soft crease forming between his brows as he hovered in place. "I think it was both. maybe Bulma-san couldn't fix him. does that mean he's both our dads?" Goten's eyes blinked in Trunks' direction now, wide and waiting for the older boy to explain everything to him.

Trunks struggled to come up with an explanation that sounded believable for Goten. Really he had no idea, he had yet to meet Vegito and he was certainly freaked out at the mere thought of what would happen when that day came. How was it possible that his papa, whom he looked up to totally and completely; his papa whom he believed to be the strongest in the universe whether he could beat Goku or not; his papa who was a prince. how was it possible for him to simply cease to exist? It was like he was dead. Actually, it was worse than that. he was joined with Goten's tousan. what a horrible blow to his pride! To be eternally united with his rival. To lose his sense of self and his free will and his very essence..and to have to share a body and a mind and a personality with Son Goku! Trunks was outraged in place of Vegita, he was outraged for Vegita. He glared at Goten for a moment, trying to keep himself from crying like a stupid baby. He would NOT cry in front of Goten. Goten was the baby, not him. Trunks shook his head forcefully and ran his fingers frustratedly through his bangs, hating the hue of his hair because it made him appear more human than saiyajin, and so made him a disgrace to his papa. He balled his fists and took a forceful swing at Goten's face.

"Shut up Goten! He's not both our dads. my mom is gonna find out how to fix them, duh. This is just for a little while 'till she does, and we're not gonna talk to stupid Vegito. it'll be weird. You can't talk to him, ok? You gotta promise or. or. I'll give you a Wet Willie! So we're not gonna talk to him until he's two people again." Trunks stared at Goten challengingly, in a manner as much like Vegita as he could muster. Unfortunately, Goten seemed to be either immune or oblivious or perhaps both, he was not intimidated or affected in the least by Trunks' glare, in fact he seemed only to be more curious now.

"But why Trunks.? I wanna talk to him! It'll be really cool! Like meeting a whole new fighter! Maybe he has special moves he can teach us! It'll probably be just like when we're Gotenks. and that works fine from what everyone tells us, remember?"

"No Goten its different! This is why you let me do the thinking and decision-making. Vegito isn't that kind of fusion, he's a whole different person. I'm not explaining this to you anymore, you're too dumb to get it. Come on, lets get to the Lookout before someone realizes what's going on and starts looking for us.

Trunks glared at the spot where Vegito had flown and sucked in a breath, his chest feeling tight. He rose his ki and turned around, flying towards Dende's Lookout faster than he had been going before. He wanted to get there and get this over with, in fact he was starting to think it was a bad idea. What if something happened while they were inside the Chamber and they destroyed the door? Fortunately they could become Gotenks and escape, but that was hard work and it would take a long time. Trunks frowned as he saw the Lookout coming up in his field of vision. Dende and Mr. Popo were standing on the edge of it, apparently they knew that Goten and Trunks were coming.

"Come on baka, they know we're here, lets go."

Trunks grabbed Goten's wrist and yanked him along quickly, pumping his ki fast around him. He could not shake the feeling of dread that welled in his stomach when he realized that even after a whole year in there, only a day would pass out here and Vegito would likely still be around when they came out. He wondered if maybe they could find the dragonballs and leave them in the chamber for a year, so that they could wish Vegito back into Goku and Vegita when they exited the room. Trunks frowned upon realizing that the balls had just been used. They would have to wait a whole year before they could be found at all, and even then, they were Earth's balls, and the Chamber was another dimension. It was unlikely that keeping them in there would change anything. Trunks sighed to himself and dragged Goten in with him for a landing.

End Part One To Be Continued.

So there you have it, what does everyone think? I know the first part here is short, but I think its probably a lot easier to write many shorter chapters rather than fewer long chapters. The future parts will probably be longer however, this is mostly an introduction of sorts. I appreciate any feedback you have at all, whether it be good or bad. I'm not easily offended, though I don't think I put anything in here that is offensive. er.yeah. Tell me what you think! 'Till next time!

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