That evening, Vegito's mind was tormented with dreams and nightmares of brutally coming to power over race after race of people. These dreams had been plaguing his mind over the last few months. It seemed as though the universe was trying to tell him where his rightful place was. He was beginning to feel that he was destined to rule. After all, it was in his blood, he reasoned. He was the heir to the Saiyan throne, and he was the grandson of the two strongest warriors this universe has ever known. He knew, however, that his family would never understand or support these growing ambitions. They were content with their mundane lives of protecting the Earth and forming families. Images of his grandparents and parents embracing one another flashed into his mind. He was beginning to see their relationships as something that promoted weakness. He could only imagine the strength his grandfathers might possess if they had always been able to devote all of their time to training and conquering the universe. 'Although, I suppose I wouldn't exist then.' He thought. Amidst these musings, Vegito finally returned to a peaceful slumber for the remainder of the night.

He yawned and stretched as the sun began to peer into his room the next morning. He had slept slightly later than normal; it was now a little after 7am. He jumped off his bed to make his way toward his closet when he heard his mother and father passing by the room to his door, speaking intensely to one another.

"Has she really done it, Trunks? And you really think it will work? How will we know?" Gotu asked her husband.

"Well, mom is convinced it's the real deal, and I'll always bet my money on whatever she comes up with. She thinks we will need try a really simple test run. Say, something like me going back and grabbing an apple off of the kitchen table without anyone noticing. She wants to test it, but still avoid creating any alternate timelines. You know what happened with the future machine and the split, after all."

"This is so exciting! Obviously we knew that your mother was capable of such a discovery because of the future timeline, but… With their being no desperate need for it, I always wondered if it would ever really be seen in our world."

"Yeah, mom didn't even tell anyone she was working on it. She's been doing it late at night in her private lab from what dad said. He's pretty happy that she won't be climbing into bed at 4 in the morning and waking him up anymore. Well, if we can confirm it's definitely working, that is." Trunks scratched the back of his head and laughed at the thought of his father's irritation at his mother's late night working sessions. It was ironic because of how much time Vegeta had spent away from her at all hours of the day and night to train over the years. He really had no room to complain, which is probably why he never discouraged Bulma from her project. Instead, he chose to seethe silently and complain to Trunks.

Finally, Trunks and Gotu had walked too far down the hall for Vegito to listen any further. 'Hm… Mom and dad were discussing alternate timelines and preventing time splits… And an invention that grandma has created that seems to have to do with timelines… I wonder what she's come up with…' He thought. Determined to find out, Vegito quickly got dressed in his gi. The top part was a dark maroon with a white belt, with the pants a dark blue. He threw on matching dark blue gloves that went from halfway at his fingers to a few inches down his wrist, and some dark blue boots. He fastened his small earring to his left ear and began to make his way down the halls to his grandmother's lab. He could sense her energy focused in there.

As he reached the large door, he knocked softly. Bulma often fell asleep in her lab while working on projects during the night, so the Briefs' were always cautious not to startle her if this was the case. To his excitement, however, she opened the door just a few moments after his knock.

"Vegito? What are you doing here, hun?" Bulma looked back at her grandson slightly confused. While both of Bulma's children, Trunks and Bulla, had inherited her brains and passion for invention, Vegito had not. Vegito was pure Saiyan through and through, mirrored back at the world through his physical Saiyan characteristics.

"Well, grandma, I was thinking about what you've been telling me recently. You know, about how I really need to start thinking about a career and getting into college and stuff." Vegito had planned his lie to his grandmother when he made his way to her lab. "And I thought that I would like to know more about what you do. You are one of the smartest human beings on the planet." One thing Vegito knew about his Briefs' grandparents; flattery got him everywhere. This fact was only confirmed by Bulma's eyes lighting up at his last sentence.

"Oh, Vegito. I would love to show you what I've been doing! Someday, someone will need to take over the corporation from your mother, you know. There would be no greater joy for me than for that next person to be you! Here, let me show you my most recent success." Bulma grabbed Vegito's hand and led him over to the farthest corner of the room. This spot was completely away from any outside windows or room doors, and a large object, at least 15 feet tall and 12 feet wide, stood in front of them covered by a large black curtain. Bulma reached her hand to the corner of the curtain and pulled it away from the object. There, in front of Vegito, stood one of the strangest objects he had recently seen. It was a banana yellow machine that oddly looked like a cross between a giant ostrich egg and a space ship.

"Wh… What is it, grandma?" He asked, trying not to sound disappointed.

"You wouldn't know, but this is a time machine! Well, maybe. I haven't actually been able to test it out yet, but we will be soon. I'm extremely confident that it will work. If not for the fact that I've run plenty of tests, I'm confident because it turned out looking exactly like one I've seen before."

"How could you have seen it before though?"

"You haven't heard the story of your father?" Bulma paused. "Although, I suppose he wasn't really your father, but, he was the same person. He just didn't make the same choices."

Vegito sat scratching his head and staring at his grandmother, hoping for a better explanation.

"You see, about 30 years ago now, a young man had come from the future to warn us about a great evil that would arrive in our world in 3 years' time. This advanced warning allowed the Z fighters to train and prepare. I saw the time machine that man from the future had used, and it was identical to this one. That young man was your father, we found out much later. In his timeline, his world had been destroyed and all of the Z fighters except himself had died to these enemies. He came back in time with the hope that he could change that future. And, obviously, he did. I never had the occasion or need to make a time machine in our time, but… I'm getting old. You don't know when my mind or body will start to go, and I wanted to make one last great contribution to the scientific community."

Processing all of the information he had just received, Vegito carefully considered what his grandmother was saying.

"But, how does it work? How does it know where and when to go?" He asked.

"Well, that's easy. It has the ability to receive input data from the user for both location and time. I won't bore you with the scientific details of how that's possible; just trust me on this one." Bulma walked her grandson closer to the time machine and pointed out some of the more prominent buttons on the main console. "See, those arrows on the right allow you to set the coordinates, while the ones on the left allow you to choose the year, day, and time. The round middle button activates the machine and begins the time travel. Your father is going to do a test run with it tomorrow, but I'm not worried." Bulma smiled at her grandson. Excitement was spreading across his face. Bulma felt that she might finally be getting through to him about the importance and greatness of science.

She was wrong, however. Vegito's mind was beginning to bombard him with possibilities. He could travel to any time or place, and keep going, until he had taken over the entire galaxy, perhaps. 'But no, that would be too complicated and would require too many trips back and forth. No, but I could… I could save the Saiyan race…' He thought.