Chapter 1

The beginning

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Today, we meet a young boy named Uzumaki Naruto, just seven years old. With short black hair spiked in every direction, he wore orange trousers and a green t-shirt, a bright contrast to the gloom surrounding him.

As he walked through the bustling streets of the Hidden Leaf Village, Naruto felt the weight of solitude. Passersby ignored him, their gazes deliberately averted. Other children were forbidden by their parents to interact with him, all because of events that transpired seven years ago—on his birthday, no less. That day, the Kyuubi had attacked, leaving many mourning loved ones. In their grief, they had chosen to blame Naruto, the child born on that fateful day.

Naruto often pondered why he was different. Why did he have a tail when no one else did? A brown tail unfurled from his waist, swaying as he continued down the street, lost in thought.

Inside Naruto's Mind

In the depths of Naruto's mind, a man sat on a rock, watching him. This man, with spiky blackish-brown hair and dressed in a blue suit with an orange undershirt, had been there since Naruto's birth. The dark corridor around him was flooded with water, creating an eerie atmosphere.

"Seems like it's finally time to introduce myself," he murmured. As Naruto reached home and climbed into bed, the man concentrated, pulling Naruto into his mindscape.

Suddenly, Naruto found himself in a strange place, one he had never seen before.

"Where am I? This doesn't look like my room," he muttered, his heart racing as he feared he had been kidnapped.

"You are in your mind," a voice replied, causing Naruto to jump. He turned to see the man from his thoughts, now standing confidently on a tall rock.

"Who are you, and why am I here?" Naruto demanded.

The man dropped his smirk and leaped down, landing gracefully. "You are here because it's time we met. My name is Vegito, a fused warrior here to train you."

"Train me? How can I trust you?" Naruto shot back, skepticism clear in his voice. Vegito merely smirked, releasing a burst of energy that sent Naruto tumbling backward into the water.

Recovering, Naruto looked up in awe. The man before him glowed, his hair shifting to blonde, his eyes transforming to a striking teal.

"You, Naruto, are a Saiyan—that's why you have a tail. The power I possess, you can obtain. With it, you'll be strong enough to face anyone," Vegito explained.

"A what? What does that mean?" Naruto asked, bewildered.

"I'll explain everything later, but for now, know this: Saiyans are a warrior race built for combat. With each battle, we grow stronger, and after surviving near-death experiences, our powers multiply," Vegito said.

"Before I train you, tell me—what do you fight for?" he asked.

Silence enveloped Naruto as memories flooded his mind—faces of villagers filled with disdain, children shunning him. Part of him longed for revenge, but he knew that wasn't justice.

"I want to protect my home. I want to become the strongest ninja ever and become Hokage," he declared, determination shining in his eyes.

Vegito smiled, clearly pleased. "That's the answer I was hoping for. I will train you. If you had said vengeance, I would have turned you away. But since you're a kind-hearted child, I'm ready to help you. Be prepared; when you're older, our training will begin, and it won't be easy."

"Vegito-san, you said you're a fused warrior—what does that mean?" Naruto asked, curiosity piqued.

Vegito nodded. "Do you see the earrings I'm wearing?" Naruto nodded.

"Originally, I was two beings merged into one. My name was Kakarot, but I'm also known as Goku. The other part is Vegeta, the prince of the Saiyans. These earrings allow us to fuse together, creating me—Vegito."

As Naruto absorbed this information, he couldn't help but ask, "What was that thing when your hair and eyes changed colors?"

"That's a transformation called Super Saiyan. There are many transformations, but don't worry about that now. Right now, you can't transform, so focus on what lies ahead," Vegito replied.

Excitement bubbled within Naruto. "I have more questions!"

"In due time, young Naruto. But for now, you need to sleep. You're still a child," Vegito said, raising his arm toward Naruto.

"What are you—" Naruto began, but Vegito interrupted with a shout: "HYAH!"

With that, he forced Naruto back out of the mindscape. Vegito lowered his arm, returning to his rock, sitting cross-legged as he reflected on Naruto's parents.

"They would be proud to see how much their son has grown," he whispered, memories flooding back to a time long ago.

Flashback: Seven Years Ago

"Come on, honey, just one more push, and our boy will be here!" Minato Namikaze, the Fourth Hokage, encouraged his wife, Kushina. With her striking red hair, she was known as the only redhead in the village.

"You don't know the pain I'm in! Just shut up and let me focus!" she cried, straining as the nurse checked on her.

"He's almost out!" the nurse exclaimed, and finally, with a last push, baby Naruto entered the world—quiet and serene.

The nurse held him up, and Kushina's tears flowed as she gazed at her son. "He's so beautiful, Minato. He looks just like you."

The joy was palpable, but outside, dark forces were gathering. As Minato and Kushina reveled in their new family, a masked man emerged, holding their precious baby.

The future was uncertain, but within Naruto, a fire was beginning to ignite—a desire to rise above his past and forge his own destiny.