Vegetto sat a table on Bulma's luxurious cruise ship, sipping away at a glass of water. It was his wife's special day, her birthday/baby shower. Speaking of the birthday woman, he watched his wife walk around and talk to guests, one hand waving around, one hand clutching the very noticeable bump on her stomach.

He smiled faintly at the sight, he could still remember when Bulma had first broken the news of her pregnancy to him months ago. Of course he had already known, it was hard to miss two ki signals coming from the woman he slept next to, but he played along all the same for her enjoyment. He loved Trunks, Goten, and Gohan as if they were his own, and had been more than willing to take them on as their father in place of Vegeta and Kakarot. However, he did desperately want his own true flesh and blood.

He gave a glance around, everyone was here and seemed to be enjoying themselves, well... except for one person. He sighed and took another sip of his water. Chi-Chi wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. He had gone to her to talk a few days after he had left the lookout with Trunks and Bulma, but, she had refused to see him. She had yelled and screamed for him to get out. If he wanted to see Goten or Gohan, he had to meet them elsewhere. It had made the time since then rather... unpleasant on occasion. There had been a few hiccups here and there. Piccolo had been especially wary of him and practically shoved him into the time chamber to make sure he had a handle on his power. Gohan had been a bit reluctant to accept him, especially since their first real interaction had been a spar that didn't end well for the young man. Everyone else was mostly just sad that Kakarot was gone, but, they respected and treated Vegetto well.

He smiled sadly, basically no one missed Vegeta. Even his own, former family, had been absolutely pissed at him. Bulma had felt betrayed by his actions and the reason for them at the tournament. Trunks had been absolutely crushed to hear what kind of things Vegeta had done as a member of the Planet Trade Organization. Both had warmed up to Vegetto almost immediately in the first few days he had lived with them. He had made it a point to treat them far better, in his mind, than Vegeta had done. Not that he didn't enjoy a argument with Bulma here and there, those were good fun. In the time since then...

He tilted his head back, feeling a little lost. How much time had it been to be honest? Sometimes he felt like it had been six months since then, other times he thought it had been years. Tch, Vegeta always had a strong sense of time. Kakarot? Not so much. Guess he knew where he inherited that from.

"Hey Vegetto my main man!" came Yamcha's voice.

Vegetto turned his head and nodded, motioning the man to sit down. "What's up?"

"Excited to be a daddy?" asked Yamcha.

Vegetto smirked. "Just a bit."

"Nervous?" asked Yamcha.

Vegetto tilted his head back. "At the moment, no, when the diapers start having to be changed, maybe. Fighting Buu would be easier than raising a child."

Yamcha gave a laugh. "I dunno, from experience, being turned into chocolate and eaten was kind of rough."

Vegetto grinned. "When he tried that on me, I turned into a jawbreaker and smacked him around. Let me tell you, THAT, was fun."

They both shared a laugh and-

"Hey! Hey Vegetto!" came a voice in his head.

Vegetto paused and looked up into the sky. "King Kai?"

Yamcha raised an eyebrow. "Eh? Getting a call? Guess even the gods want to wish you and Bulma well."

"Ignore him for a moment and listen! We got trouble, BIG trouble!" came King Kai's voice.

Vegetto's eyes narrowed, frustration coating his voice. "Seriously? Today of all days? What is it?"

Yamcha immediately frowned. "What's going on man?"

Vegetto held up a hand to silence him.

"I just got a visit from Beerus the Destroyer, he's on his way to Earth RIGHT NOW!" exclaimed King Kai.

"Beerus?" murmured Vegetto.

Where had he heard that name before? He flew through his memories quickly, an unease building. That name rang a bell, and not in a good way. Wait a second, there! He recalled Vegeta's memories of the God of Destruction, the way he humiliated the King of Vegeta for such a trivial thing as a pillow. From what little he knew, this God was insanely powerful, even back then, when Freeza had been the big deal, this God stood far above the tyrant.

"What does he want on Earth?" demanded Vegetto.

"He mentioned something about seeking a Super Saiyan God," explained King Kai.

Vegetto raised an eyebrow. "The hell is that?"

"I don't know, but he's on his way to question you guys about it. PLEASE Vegetto, do NOT anger him! Even with how strong you are, he will destroy you if provoked! For the sake of the Earth, your friends, your family, and your unborn child, please DO NOT challenge him!" begged King Kai.

Vegetto frowned intently. "Hmm."

Piccolo walked over, noting the look on his face. "What is it?"

Vegetto stretched out his mind and teleconected to all of the Z-Fighters. "Get over here, now."

After they gathered, Vegetto spoke. "King Kai just contacted me and told me we're getting company. Beerus the Destroyer, the God of Destruction, is on his way to Earth. Under no circumstance are you to anger him. From what I remember of him from Vegeta's youth, he gets upset over the most trivial of matters, even spilling over a drink on him would make him want to blow up the world."

"Sound's like a big jerk," said Bulma with annoyance.

Vegetto shot her a look. "Reel in your tongue today Bulma."

"Why are you acting so concerned dad?" asked Trunks, "I mean, you can take him, right?"

Vegetto lowered his gaze to Bulma's baby bulge. "Maybe, maybe not. But I'm not intentionally risking it."

Bulma blushed a bit and gave him a look of pride. "Well well well, there's my responsible man. Alright, when Beerus gets here, we'll treat him as a guest of honor."

"Oh? I'm expected? AND a guest of honor? I wish more planets would give me such respect on demand," mused a voice from above them.

They all glanced up to see a tall, thin, and purple cat-man with Egyptian looking clothes floating down towards them. At his side was a pale man with a staff, a halo around his head, and elegant looking clothes. The group made room for the two as they landed.

The pale man introduced them. "Greetings, I am Whis, and this is Lord Beerus. I am his attendant."

Beerus gave him a look before turning to Vegetto. "Can it Whis. If you all knew I was coming then you know why I'm here. What do you know about a Super Saiyan God?"

Vegetto slowly shook his head. "I've been thinking it over since King Kai told me, but, I've never even heard of it before. I know all about regular Super Saiyans, but nothing about a Super Saiyan God."

Beerus looked rather displeased, a dark look entering his eyes. "Oh? Is that right? That's most... unfortunate."

"A moment Lord Beerus," said Whis, leaning forward to study Vegetto.

"He is a Potara fusion," stated Whis, "The Potara is a fusion of the gods, perhaps then he is the god the Oracle Fish spoke of?"

An almost eager look crossed Beerus's face. "Oh? Well now I'm rather interested. Perhaps Super Saiyan God is more of a description than an actual title. I'm rather eager to test your strength, I was told I would get a good fight."

Vegetto frowned for a moment. "So you want to fight?"

"Of course," said Beerus casually.

Everyone around them tensed.

"I'll agree on one condition," said Vegetto.

"Oh? And what is that?" said Beerus with amusement.

"That my family, friends, and the planet are not harmed in the fight, and that you will not destroy the planet afterwords," replied Vegetto.

Beerus made a distasteful face. "Oh must it always be the end of the world with you people? I don't destroy every planet I go to unless they give me a damn reason too. If you can give me a half decent fight, or have something else I might want, I wont blow up your planet, how's that?"

Vegetto nodded and stood up. "Agreed."

"I will shield this ship if it would make things easier," offered Whis.

Vegetto nodded to him and floated up high into the air, Beerus following. "So, you want to warm up or get down to it?"

Beerus gave him a look. "I did not come here for a 'warm up', fight me seriously."

Vegetto nodded and ascended to Super Saiyan 2. "Alright then!"

Beerus raised an eyebrow and sized him up. "Hmm, not bad I suppose, though, not nearly as good as I would have expected."

Vegetto narrowed his eyes. Not good as he expected? Just how strong was Beerus? He shook his head and decided to take the offensive. He rushed forward and threw a right hook. As expected, Beerus dodged it easily. What wasn't expected was when Beerus disappeared and Vegetto couldn't track him at all.

"I can't feel his ki?" questioned Vegetto.

"It means, unfortunately for you, that your not a god," said Beerus from behind him, his voice coated with disappointment.

Vegetto whirled around, preemptively raising his arms to take a hit. Beerus was already kicking and slammed into Vegetto's arms. The man rocketed back, cringing in pain. Okay, so, this guy hurt, even when in Super Saiyan 2, no need to panic yet...

Before he could recover Beerus came at him from below, knocking him up further into the air. Beerus appeared above him and slammed an elbow into his stomach, knocking him all the way down and into the ocean. He floated on the surface, wincing painfully. Okay, full panic time. This guy was making a joke out of him.

"If its any consolation, you are doing well for a mortal to have taken even three of my hits and still be in fighting condition, let alone not have died," complimented Beerus.

Vegetto pushed off the surface and floated a ways from the God of Destruction. He had to admit, this was literally his second time in a real battle in his own life, but unlike the first time where he had absolutely destroyed Buu, the reverse was happening. He couldn't help but grin a bit, nervousness and excitement fighting for control of him.

He cracked his neck to the right, and then to the left. "Alright then, I guess its time to go full force."

"I thought I told you to fight me seriously," said Beerus with annoyance.

"Sorry, I wanted to keep something in reserve, just incase," replied Vegetto casually, before his tone took a serious dive, "I underestimated you, it wont happen again."

Beerus smirked. "See that it wont."

"HAAAAAAAAA!" screamed Vegetto, throwing his arms out to the side.

Pillars of water erupted from the ocean below him, blowing high up into the air. Clouds above them began to race and condense. Huge gusts of wind, tidal waves of water began to churn violently below him. Slowly, Vegetto's muscle mass increased, his hair grew to great lengths, and his eyebrows all but disappeared.

Vegetto finished his transformation. "Super Saiyan 3."

"3 eh? I'll admit, that power is extraordinary for a mortal, I'll give you cred...," began Beerus.

Vegetto surged forward and drove an elbow into Beerus's skull, sending him flying back. Vegetto rushed after him and throw a heavy two handed hit towards his stomach. Beerus disappeared before the blow could land and reappeared next to him, wagging a finger.

"Interrupting a speaking god? Someone need's to be punished," mocked Beerus.

A purple aura of power appeared around Beerus before he slammed a fist onto the top of Vegetto's skull, knocking him far below and deep into the ocean. Vegetto cringed underwater, pain rocketing from his head and down his spine, his lungs burning without air. He shook his head and rushed back to the surface, exploding out of the water.

"Well now, you took that hit fairly well, and that was a decent chunk of my power, shame that I don't think you could take more than a few more hits at this level," said Beerus sadly.

"Well, then lets end this with a bang," snarled Vegetto.

He threw his hands out to his sides, gathering huge amounts of energy. "Final..."

He condensed the energy, and cupped his hand's to one side before thrusting them forward. "Kamehameha!"

Energy erupted from his hand, released a destructive blue beam coated, its outsides keeping the energy of a final flash condensed around it in a spiral almost like a special beam cannon. Beerus's face grew serious, he braced himself, and threw his hands forward to catch the energy wave.

Vegetto's eye's bulged. "No way!"

He ground his teeth and gave everything he had, pouring every ounce of ki he could must down the beam. "HAAAAAA!"

One final pulse of energy rushed down the beam and hit Beerus, causing a huge explosion that sent the God of Destruction flying off into the distance. Vegetto gave one huff, two huffs, and then lost his Super Saiyan 3 and plummeted down towards the ocean. He gave a start when Whis suddenly appeared, caught him, and brought him back to the boat.

"You okay dad?!" exclaimed Trunks.

"That was awesome!" yelled Goten, "I wanna learn how to do a 'Final Kamehameha'."

Vegetto took a moment to catch his breath before speaking, "M... maybe... when you're... older..."

"I'll admit, that was impressive," came a voice from above.

Everyone looked up to see Beerus, coated with a little bit of scuff and scorch marks, descend to land next to Whis. "Not bad mortal, not bad at all. Few are the ones that can force a God of Destruction to even muster ten percent of their power, let alone over a quarter."

Vegetto winced. That wasn't an accurate count of power, but, he didn't even make Beerus use half of his strength? Damn...

"What is it with this planet and drawing intergalactic super powers to it to fight one another?" said Bulma with chagrin.

There was a chorus of laughter, even Beerus gave a chuckle, seeming amused by it all. "Now..."

His voice turned cold. "Since that fight was ultimately a disappointment and couldn't even last ten minutes, I think I'll blow up your planet unless you have something satisfactory for me."

A deathly silence filled the air.

"Well Lord Beerus, while you were fighting, I tried some of their food at the buffet and I must say it is absolutely delectable," said Whis.

Beerus's eyes went wide and his mouth began to water. "Delectable, did I hear that right?!"

Bulma pointed over towards the buffet. "Uh... right over there. You can have all the food you want if you don't blow up our planet, we'll even give you a few capsules full to take home with you!"

Drool began to slide down his chin. "If that food is as good as Whis says, you have yourself a deal!"

They all watched as Beerus rushed over to the buffet and tore into it in a way that could make a Saiyan jealous.

Krillin put his hands behind his head. "Well, alls' well that ends well, right guys?

Towa watched the scene through her crystal ball at a table with other Towas, her rage building. "Useless..."

She stood up and screamed, "USELESS! They didn't even do the God Ritual! He hardly fought Beerus long enough to even get a taste of god ki in his system! This whole thing was a waste of time!"

"Perhaps, but, we don't have an actual clue to the full extent of his potential as his own being rather than a one time fusion," said one of the other Towas, "Even as a mortal, if he trained and pushed himself, he could maybe kill either Goku, Vegeta, or Gohan. If nothing else he could kill the wretched Kai or the little bitch."

Towa calmed briefly. "Hmm, I'll fast forward time a bit in that timestream, perhaps Freeza will give him a wakeup call if Beerus didn't..."

Bulma and Vegetto sat at their kitchen table, BOTH of them drinking coffee. Vegetto rarely did this, but, even he had his limits when it came to one certain screaming infant keeping them up night after night. He had even tried taking a nap about an hour earlier after lunch, to no avail. And speaking off that baby...

The house rattled a little. "WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

Bulma groaned. "Okay, your turn with the hyper powered baby."

Vegetto smirked, grabbed a bottle of warm baby formula they had been preparing, and put two fingers to his forehead. He teleported next to his wailing baby's crib and glanced down in it. Resting on her back and rocking back and forth wailing was a tiny little girl with a mess of purple hair on her head with pink baby clothes that read "BULLA" on them.

"Hey there squirt," said Vegetto.

The baby looked at him, looked at the bottle, stopped wailing, and held out her tiny hands, whimpering softly.

Vegetto reached in and gently picked her, up, nestling her in his arms. He offered her the bottle and she immediately brought it to her lips and starting sucking. He teleported back to the kitchen, sighting Bulma already putting the next of a long line of baby formula bottles into the microwave to heat up. Their child might be half human, but her intake was definitely Saiyan.

He watched her take down one bottle at a time, an amused look on his face. "Someones hungry aren't you? Yes you are my mighty little girl. I wish Raditz was here so you could beat him up!"

Bulma slowly shook her head. "I still don't think its a good thing she's that strong as a baby."

Vegetto smirked and looked down at the tiny little terror in his arms. She hadn't done anything major yet, aside from accidentally knocking Bulma down once and breaking her crib and toys several times, but, Bulla was an unusually strong baby. She was no Broly, that was for sure, but, she had a power level of what he thought was a bit stronger than Raditz. He had a hunch it might have to do with the fact she was the child of a two god fused Super Saiyans. It amused him, greatly, to think of his little baby beating the crap out of Raditz. He almost wished he could go to hell, temporarily, just to rub it in that annoying weakling's face.

"Hey mom, hey dad, so how's my tiny terror of a sister doing today?" asked Trunks as he walked into the kitchen.

"I dunno, ask her," said Vegetto, throwing a wink at Bulla and making a squeeze motion with his hand.

The baby stopped sucking on her bottle and pulled it out of her mouth, aiming it around Vegetto's side. The moment Trunk's head came into view she squeezed and sent a shot of baby formula into his face. Immediately Bulla started squealing and giggling innocently none-stop. There was a roar of laughter between Bulma, Vegetto, and Bulla all at Trunks expense before all of the sudden light stopped coming through the kitchen window. Vegetto grew curious and looked out the window.

"It's miday, but dark outside," he murmured, "Who the heck is using the dragonballs?"

He focused intently, he immediately pinpointed and located each and every one of his friends and family. None of them were really gathered together like they usually did when they went to summon the dragon. He shifted tactics, attempting to locate unusual ki signals. It took him a minute, but he found two distinctly un-earthling like ki signatures. Both were dark.

He held Bulla out to Bulma, his voice serious. "Take her, now, I have to go."

Bulla noted his tone and began to whimper, Trunks narrowed his eyes. "Whats going on dad?"

Bulma took the baby and began to gentle rock and burp her. "There there Bulla, there there."

Vegetto put two hands to his forehead. "Someones using the dragonballs, and they are not our friends. I'll be back."

ZIP

"I WISH FOR YOU TO BRING FREEZA BACK TO LIFE!" came the roar of a voice before Vegetto could even register where he had teleported to.

Vegetto's eyes went wide with surprise, sighting two soldiers in Planet Trade Organization armor in front of the dragonballs. Of all the things to wish for, they wished for THAT? Guess things in space weren't going well for the organization. Of course, he didn't care, at all, but, at least he got to kill Freeza himself, that ought to be a bonus.

He watched, in extreme amusement, as bits and pieces of Freeza's cut up body rained from the sky and landed infront of the alien. "Oh, this just got even better."

Before the aliens could react, Vegetto put two ki blasts through their heads and dropped them. Vegetto walked up to the bits and pieces of Freeza and started zapping them, one by one, humming a tune to himself. He loved his daughter dearly, but, this was great therapy after having to deal with a crying Bulla for so long. He finally came to a stop, sighting only one eye remaining, staring up at him in fear.

"That's right Freeza, you're going right back to hell where you belong," said Vegetto with a grin, "I'll be making sure you stay there this time. I'm keeping a ball with me at all times from now on."

With one final zap of ki, Vegetto killed Freeza.

"STATE YOUR SECOND WISH!" came the roar of the dragon.

Vegetto looked up. "Hmm."

His eyes went wide as an idea struck him. "I wish for an bottle of warm baby formula that will always refill when empty and is always warm!"

POP

A bottle of baby formula fell out of the air and he caught it. "Awesome, and Bulma calls herself the genius."

"YOUR WISH HAS BEEN GRANTED, FARE THEE WELL!" roared the dragon before vanishing.

The dragonballs began to rise into the air and shoot off. Vegetto followed one's trajectory, teleported, and caught it, before teleporting back to Capsule Corporation.

He handed over the petrified dragonball to Trunks. "Go hide this somewhere."

Trunks took it and asked. "What happened?"

"Eh, nothing much, just some idiot aliens who wanted to revive Freeza," said Vegetto casually, moving to take Bulla from Bulma.

Bulma stared at him for a moment, blinking a few times, before she erupted. "WANTED TO REVIVE WHO?!"

Towa slammed her head into the table and groaned with frustration. "This is not going anywhere as expected."

"Well, all you did was interfere once in the timestream, perhaps you need to be a little more hands on?" suggested another Towa.

Towa scowled at her. "And what exactly do you suggest?"

The other Towa smirked. "What demons do best, a bit of lies, mixed with a bit of truth, our dear friend called treachery..."

"Daddy daddy daddy!" came the excited voice of the four year old Bulla.

Vegetto set down the vegetables and knife he was cutting with and turned in time to catch his daughter flying at him, tackle hug style. "Hey there squirt."

"I'm not squirt, my name's Bulla!" pouted Bulla.

He stuck his tongue at her and she returned the favor before giggling. "Hey daddy, a pretty blue lady wanted me to come and get you!"

Vegetto raised an eyebrow. "Pretty blue lady?"

"Ahuh, she was real pretty and has a red dress on. Though, she talks kind of mean," said Bulla with a miniature version of his own scowl on her face.

Vegetto had a hunch who she was talking about and confirmed with his senses. "Towa huh? Been quite a few years since I last saw her."

"Is she your friend?" asked Bulla.

Vegetto hesitated. "Friend... is a strong word. I know her, and that's about it. Go get your mother and brother, okay?"

Bulla nodded and hopped down. "K'ay daddy!"

Vegetto watched her go before frowning and heading for the front door. What in the world did that demoness want? She had said they'd be meeting again at some point, but, it had been years since Majin Buu and he had written her off. If she was back, it wasn't for a friendly visit. As much as his blood boiled for action, for a challenge, he was not willing to succumb to it if it would threaten his family's safety. He walked outside and took note of Piccolo keeping an eye on Towa who was pacing back and forth on their lawn. He noticed that Towa had a rolled up parchment in her hand, strangely enough.

He crossed his arms and called out. "Towa."

She turned and scowled at him. "It's about time, you always seem to keep me waiting."

"What do you want?" he said, his tone not friendly.

She held up the parchment in her hand. "To deliver a warning."

He narrowed his eyes. "Are you threatening me?"

She glared at him. "No, I'm delivering a warning that you can use to prepare, or choose to ignore and get yourself killed, your choice."

Vegetto raised an eyebrow and stared at her. "And I'm expected to believe this is out of the goodness of your heart?"

She laughed. "Oh please, don't insult me. I'm a demon, I'm doing this to save my own ass, not yours."

Vegetto slowly shook his head. "Figured. One second, I'm getting the others."

Vegetto put two fingers to his forehead and began to instant transmission back and forth, grabbing the rest of the Z-Fighters until they were all gathered.

"Well? We're waiting, this had better be good," said Vegetto with impatience.

Towa cleared her throat. "Seers of the Demon Realm have spoken and written a prophecy concerning the end of time..."

"Pff, an doomsday warning? Oh the humanity," mocked Yamcha.

"Let her speak," said Krillin, "I get the feeling she's being serious."

She glared at Yamcha. "Because I am!"

She unrolled the scroll and began to read. "At near the end of a decade, warriors from another time shall come. Led by a cruel god, these warriors, those who have destroyed time across many worlds, shall come seeking to destroy our universe. Among their number are two halves of a greater whole who resides on the world known as Earth. They shall seek him out and do battle, their godly power against his righteous might. On that day, the fate of time itself will be decided. Should they prevail, our world will end, and time itself will come to a stop, and they shall continue on to destroy many more worlds. Should they be stopped, our world will live, it will live on, and on, and on..."

She rolled up the scroll and nodded curtly. "I've delivered the seer's warning, do with it what you will."

They all stood there, silent, as the demoness disappeared.

"Two halves of a greater whole," murmured Piccolo.

"She couldn't possibly mean Goku and Vegeta, could she?" asked Krillin.

"Even if she did, there's no way that's right, Goku wouldn't go around destroying timelines," said Bulma, "Vegeta? I wouldn't put it past him, but Goku? No way."

Vegetto crossed his arms, collecting his thoughts while studying the reactions of the other.

"If they are from another timeline, they might have lived different lives than us, became different people," suggested Gohan.

"I'm not sure," said 18, "Two halves of the whole would suggest they are the same halves."

Trunks frowned. "Even IF they are Goku and Vegeta, there's no way they could match my dad. He's way stronger than either of them were by themselves."

"If that were the case, then why would she even bother warning us?" said Krilin, "I mean, she kind of made it seem like it was a toss up on who'd win."

Vegetto nodded his head. "Agreed. There's a phrasing in her warning that has me wary. 'Their godly power', it rings a bell with something Beerus said when he was here four years ago. Super Saiyan God. Are they somehow these gods?"

There was another minute of silence before Piccolo spoke. "Considering the last time we got such a warning was with Future Trunks, and that turned out to be at least partially true, I suggest we believe it and start training."

There was a roll of head nods before Vegetto felt a pull on his legs and he looked down to see Bulla tugging on him, a scared look on her face. "Daddy, are bad people coming to hurt us?"

Vegetto flinched at her words and knelt down to pick and lift her up, holding her protectively. "Not if I can help it..."