In the afternoon, Vegito had met with the King to discuss the specifics of their plan. Vegito would not be standing directly next to the King. A new guard suddenly being entrusted as the King's personal guard would be too suspicious. Instead, his place would be at the half way point of the throne room. He would wait until they were deep in discussion and give a signal to the other guards so they could take on Freeza's men while Vegito dealt with Freeza himself.
Vegeta had agreed not to tell anyone else of their relation; at least, not yet. Vegito assumed that the Prince preferred that no one know he had chosen a human as his mate, even if it was in another timeline. It was clear this type of interbreeding was frowned upon. 'He probably just wants to make sure I can deliver with my power before claiming me.' He thought, reflecting back on their earlier conversation.
It was time. The chosen Saiyan men assembled in the throne room several minutes early, awaiting Freeza's arrival. The time seemed to tick by slower than Vegito thought possible as the sweat began to bead on his forehead. It wasn't that he was nervous about whether he could defeat Freeza; he felt quite confident about that. It was the fact that these next moments would be the defining choices of a new timeline. This timeline would be entirely his creation and he was like the Saiyan's savior. This thought made Vegito feel powerful, the feeling he had been craving for so long, and he smirked ominously as he imagined the praise he would receive soon. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he almost didn't notice the throne room door slowly creaking open.
A man with strange mint skin and a green braid walked in next to who Vegito assumed to be Freeza. They were flanked by nearly 20 others who appeared to be aliens dressed in Saiyan armor. Freeza stepped steadily up to the throne. It seemed to take several minutes before he reached the front to address King Vegeta.
"Well, Vegeta? You have already explained why you have called me here on such short notice. So, where are the traitorous monkeys?"
The King nodded towards two of his guards, who left the room for several minutes before bringing out two large Saiyan men. Unbeknownst to Freeza, these men had been filled in on the charade and were prepared to play the part. They stood before Freeza, staring angrily into his eyes.
"Well, well. It does seem like these two are rather hostile towards their leadership. How unfortunate for them." Freeza stepped slowly around them, encircling the pair like an animal about to take its prey. Suddenly, Freeza's scouter began to beep wildly until it exploded, leaving a light scratch on his left cheek.
"What is that?!" He and his men turned around wildly, searching the large room for the source of the immense power. Vegito had silently powered up in the corner, and walked out confidently to present himself to the beasts. As Freeza's eyes met his, he nodded, and the rest of the Saiyan guard began to attack Freeza's men ferociously. While some of the alien guard were more powerful than the Saiyans, they were heavily outnumbered. The Saiyans knew, at the very least, all they needed to do was stall the aliens so Vegito could focus on Freeza himself before disposing of his men.
"Saiyans… Don't have blonde hair. Who… Who are you?!" Freeza demanded.
Vegito laughed as he slowly raised his hand and clenched his fist as it reached chest-level. "I am the grandson of two of the most powerful Saiyan warriors in the universe. I am the savior of the Saiyan people. I am a super Saiyan. And, I'm your worst nightmare."
"This was a trick! You stupid monkeys think you can defeat me because of some ridiculous legend?! Well, I can transform as well." Freeza transformed into his final state; the sleek white and purple form that so few had seen at this point. The King looked on, shocked at the increase in power Freeza had. He glanced at Vegito, expecting to see a look of concern or surprise on his face, but he found nothing but calm amusement.
"You really think that is going to do it, Freeza? You're a fool. I come from the future. A future in which you have been defeated twice; once by my grandfather, and again by my father. I suppose you just enjoy being murdered by every generation of my family?" He laughed loudly at the indignant expression on Freeza's face. His rage was beginning to blind him to the truth of what stood before him.
"I am Lord Freeza! I can destroy anything and anyone! You lie about this 'future'! NO ONE can defeat me!"
"Oh, yeah? Prove it. I'll allow you a blow without even trying to defend myself, just so you can understand the depths of my power over you." Freeza dashed at Vegito, immediately landing a punch straight to his face. King Vegeta stared in disbelief; Vegito didn't even flinch. The power of the blow was enormous to the King, but to this young warrior, it was nothing. Shaking in fear, Freeza began desperately attempting to land blow after blow. What Vegito didn't dodge, he took as though Freeza was nothing but an insect. "Enough." He finally said as he wrapped his fingers around Freeza's neck, lifting him high into the air.
"Do you really not see yet, Freeza? The power of the super Saiyan far surpasses yours. It has been proven on numerous occasions in my timeline, and now, it will be proven in this one too. You feared us for a reason, Freeza; remember that while you're in hell." Freeza's eyes grew wide while Vegito began crushing his throat with his bare hands. Prince Vegeta watched from a far corner of the room, delighted at the display of cruelty before him.
Vegito could feel Freeza's throat slowly caving under the power of his fists. Just a little more… A loud snap reverberated through the throne room as Freeza's head separated from his body. His lifeless body thumped to the ground, but his head somehow remained alive, carnage spewing from the stub that was once his neck. A pained glare spread across the tyrant's face and he began to splutter his last words to the teenage super Saiyan.
"You… are a fool… t-to save this race… they are… no better than… than I am… y-you will see…" The way Freeza clung to life enraged Vegito. How dare this disgusting creature try to lecture him on his choices when he was barely clinging to life at his hands. His angry thoughts swirled uncontrolled through his mind and he began battering the severed head into a grotesque form. Minutes passed as he continued beating the bloody mound which had become lifeless already. The crowd of Saiyans and the few of Freeza's men that were left watched, stunned, as Vegito unleashed his sick rage. As he finally acknowledged that it was finished, something in his mind seemed to snap.
He fell to the ground and felt an invisible force begin to take hold of him from the inside, spreading like a virus from his chest to every inch of his body. His golden hair and teal eyes faded to their original hues and an intense pain engulfed his body. Writhing on the ground, fighting this invisible enemy, strange thoughts entered his mind. He vividly received images from his life; the time he had beaten the human senselessly at the martial arts tournament, another time when he had snapped and beaten his young brother for mocking him, many moments when he had lost his temper and destroyed mountains and plains to relieve his anger (he had considered for a second, destroying a nearby town as well), and now the way he mercilessly beat Freeza's skull. Sweat was pouring from his body as the darkness in his soul swept over him. Suddenly, his body became engulfed in flames. Prince Vegeta looked on in confusion and horror as his alleged grandson seemed to miraculously combust before him.
The flames began to shoot out from the inferno, destroying all of Freeza's remaining men and taking some of the Saiyan guards as causalities with them. The blaze was growing and beginning to fill the room with an immense heat. The King tried to cover his face to protect his eyes from the heat. As he was about to run to exit the throne room, the fire subsided completely, and a white, glowing body stood before them. They waited several moments before the glow finally disappeared, and Vegito stood before them.
His appearance had changed drastically. His hair stood up in the way it did when he was a super Saiyan, but now, it was a deep, bloody red. His eyes had turned a dismal shade of grey, and his skin had slightly darkened. His muscles had grown slightly as well, while his clothes had changed from the Saiyan's guardian armor to a midnight black Gi with a deep red belt and gloves. The V of the Gi stretched down to the top of his stomach, exposing a symbol that appeared to be tattooed onto his form in a matching bloody red color. It was the symbol of the Saiyan royalty.
"Wh… What is he?!" King Vegeta asked rhetorically. Vegito looked up at his great grandfather. With a calm smirk, he answered his question.
"I am your great grandson. I am the shadow Saiyan."
