Vegito hovered in mid-air, chest rising and falling in harsh, ragged breaths. Sweat traced the edges of his jaw. His golden aura crackled like a collapsing star, flickering in uneven pulses. Even fused gods had limits — and Future Gohan had dragged him closer to those limits than anyone had in centuries.
But the difference was visible.
Gohan's arms dangled.
His stance faltered.
His aura sputtered like broken machinery.
He was still standing, but only in the technical sense.
Vegito stared down at him, eyes narrowed in irritation — not at Gohan, but at the world, at the timing, at the reality that this fight might be ending too early.
**He wasn't done.**
He hadn't *even reached* the stage he wanted to bring out.
He hadn't been pushed into the domain he'd been secretly preparing.
He looked down at Gohan, frustration boiling under his skin, and finally snapped:
**"No. It's not gonna stop here…"**
The words weren't a threat.
They were a **refusal**.
Before Future Gohan could raise his head, Vegito's aura tightened. No explosion. No outward burst. It compressed so violently that the air around him collapsed inward — an implosion that left a ring of silent vacuum around his body.
Then—
**CRACK-THOOM—**
Electricity burst outward in rigid white spikes, lightning bending into perfect right angles, like geometry coming alive. His hair sharpened into a more aggressive shape, aura taking on a serrated edge.
He ascended.
**Perfect Super Saiyan 2.**
The power increase was monstrous — multiplied, km refined, focused, hyper-accelerated. And everyone watching understood too late that Vegito hadn't just grown stronger…
He had doubled the **rate** at which he grew stronger.
Future Gohan stared up, pupils shaking.
A single thought cut through his fading consciousness.
**How can one being be this talented…?**
And then, another, even heavier, cutting deeper than any fist:
**Of course. This is what happens when you combine Dad and Vegeta.
Talent from one.
Obsession from the other.**
Future Gohan clenched his fist even as it trembled.
Vegito's aura growled.
Gohan's heart thudded.
There was only one answer.
Only one way forward.
Even if it shattered him.
He inhaled.
His aura flickered red.
Then white.
Then—
**"KAIOKEN… TIMES ONE HUNDRED!!!"**
The explosion was biblical.
A pillar of spiraling red-white energy shot upward like a divine lightning strike. The ground beneath him liquefied, tiles melting into molten cracks. Space rippled behind him, red waves bending light like water.
Gast — the ancient namek, the peak of countless lifetimes — felt his breath catch.
He whispered with existential disbelief:
"Impossible… This shouldn't exist. Not at this scale… I spent eons believing I had discovered everything the Saiyan race could offer."
His voice trembled.
"For the first time in ages… I was wrong."
For the first time ever, Gast looked *small*.
Because the two warriors in the sky were rewriting the limits of creation just by the act of fighting.
And then Vegito and Future Gohan moved.
---
There was no sound. Once again
The universe seemed to inhale.
And then—
The impact tore the sky into a white sheet of light that folded back into itself. Mist-like shockwaves rippled through the arena, slicing the air into overlapping layers.
Vegito thrust forward with a piston-like kick.
Gohan barely crossed his forearms in time, the force sliding him backward mid-air.
He used the momentum.
Twisted.
Flipped.
Counter-kicked in a blur of red arcs.
Vegito caught the kick with the back of his wrist.
Redirected it downward.
Used the angle to spin into a corkscrew elbow strike.
Gohan flattened his torso like liquid, letting the elbow skim past his cheek by a millimeter, sparks of static cutting his skin.
He retaliated with twin palm strikes to Vegito's ribs — one real, one feint.
Vegito blocked the feint.
The real strike hit — barely.
Vegito grinned.
He grabbed Gohan's wrist, pulling him in, forehead crashing against Gohan's skull with a shock that rippled across the barrier.
Gohan staggered back, blood trickling from his brow.
He blurred forward, body moving with impossible sharpness — like a machine programmed for one purpose: to strike.
Vegito parried six blows in a single second.
Gohan launched twelve more.
Vegito deflected ten.
Two got through.
A jab to the throat.
A knee to the side.
Vegito coughed once — amused — then whipped around with a spinning crescent kick.
Gohan raised his guard.
Too late.
**CRACK.**
The kick shattered through Gohan's forearms, his guard breaking like cracking glass.
Gohan flew backward, flipping uncontrollably.
He righted himself mid-spin — but Vegito had already teleported behind him.
A hammerfist smashed into Gohan's spine.
A shockwave rippled down his limbs.
Gohan roared in pain — and answered with a desperate, wild uppercut enhanced by every remaining ounce of Kaioken he could shovel into his muscles.
Vegito tanked it.
TANKED it.
The uppercut lifted his chin—
—but his eyes never left Gohan.
They locked.
Predatory.
Obsessed.
Alive.
He punched forward.
One punch.
One.
And it was enough.
It drove into Gohan's stomach with unstoppable force, folding him like a sheet of paper, spittle and blood exploding from his mouth.
---
Everything blurred.
Gohan staggered, vision flickering.
His aura spasmed, red and white breaking apart in chaotic bursts.
He tried to step forward.
One step.
Two.
Vegito watched him.
His frustration burned hotter than his aura.
**"Come on… COME ON!"**
He needed more.
He needed Gohan to break the limit one more time.
He needed to reach *that* technique.
He needed this fight to push him into that edge.
But Gohan's legs buckled.
His knees crashed into the shredded tiles.
His aura flickered—
—then went out.
His body pitched forward…
…and Gohan fell unconscious before he hit the ground.
**BOOM.**
A crater formed where he landed.
Vegito appeared above him instantly, fist drawn back in a killing arc — reflex, instinct, battle-drive —
But he stopped.
Dead stop.
The punch froze inches from Gohan's skull.
His jaw clenched.
His eyes widened.
His chest trembled with the force of another unfinished scream of frustration.
**"No…
No, not like this."**
He shot downward, dropping to one knee beside Gohan.
He grabbed him by the front of his gi, shaking him once.
Not gently.
"**GOHAN!! Tell me you can go further! TELL ME!!**"
Nothing.
Just the faint, broken breathing of a warrior who had surpassed all mortal limits and finally paid the cost.
Vegito stared down at him.
And something rare crossed his face.
He swallowed.
His aura faded.
His Perfect Super Saiyan 2 collapsed into base form, hair shrinking, lightning dying, gold turning to black.
Vegito gathered Gohan into his arms.
Not like an opponent.
Like a son.
He rose slowly.
The arena — what was left of it — erupted in applause.
Something quiet.
Respectful.
Awestruck.
Vegito didn't bask in it.
He didn't even look up.
He simply carried Gohan toward the healing chamber, steps echoing across the ruined battlefield.
When he passed the spectators, not one fighter — said a word.
Because the truth was obvious:
Future Gohan had given everything.
Vegito had been inches — **inches** — from revealing something no one had ever seen.
And the fight had ended only because Gohan's body had hit the absolute limit of what life could endure.
Vegito vanished into the healing room doors.
And the applause followed them like a quiet storm.
*(10 minutes later — the arena has fully regenerated)*
The dust from the previous match had barely settled when the repair drones finished their last sweep. Massive sections of the ring had been vaporized, atomized, folded into sub-dimensions by the shockwaves—so the regeneration system needed every second of that cooldown. By the time the ring shimmered back into existence, the crowd had already gathered again, whispering, analyzing, still half-in disbelief at the carnage between Gohan Black and Kaioken Gohan.
Piccolo -
"Gohan's strength spiked beyond anything I've sensed from him since he was born… but this Vegito… what's inside him is unnatural. This fight won't resemble anything we've seen so far."
Android 17 -
"That last match felt like watching two storms collide. This one? Probably the Same."
Android 18 -
"He better not break the arena again. I'm not sitting through another ten-minute loading screen."
Future Trunks -
"Future Gohan unlocked something terrifying in that battle… but this blond infant fusion? He has that *Gohan Black* stare. The kind that means he already decided the outcome."
Krillin -
"I'm not ashamed to say this… I wouldn't survive either of their warm-up stretches."
Uub (fully recovered) -
"I felt the last fight *inside the chamber walls*. Master Gohan… I want to see how far you can really go."
Vegeta -
"Tch… Gohan, if you lose to the *baby version* of Kakarot and me, I swear—"
Supreme Kai -
"The damage from the last match reached INTO the divine observation layer. Whatever happens now… I pray it doesn't escalate beyond control."
Vegito warps back from the Healing Chamber hallway, landing silently behind Goku.
Goku eyes him sharply.
"You were in there a while… How is he?"
Vegito gives a small smirk.
"Relax. Remember — **I'm you. I'd never let him die.**"
Goku exhales slowly, tension dropping a little — but not completely.
"That better be the case."
Vegito almost says *"Or what?"* but when he meets Goku's eyes. He reads the mood instantly.
"Fine. No jokes."
He pats Goku's shoulder, then moves past him, settling down beside Bulma, arms folded as his eyes lock onto Baby Vegito below.
Bulma side-eyes him.
"You sure you're not playing favorites?"
"I'm watching myself fused with a tufle fight my kid From Another Timeline. If anything, I'm just confused."
Now fully restored, Uub rushes over.
"Vegito! That last fight… even from inside the chamber, I felt every pulse of their energy. If that was just you holding back—how strong are you REALLY?"
Vegito smirks, eyes never leaving the arena.
"Don't worry.
**The next one will be even better.**"
His glare shifts sharply to the opposite corner — where **Vegito Black** sits silently, legs crossed, observing everything.
The tension between them is so heavy it feels like it bends gravity around their seats.
Everyone knows what Vegito knows:
**The true dark horse of this tournament isn't Baby Vegito.
It's Present Gohan.**
**Baby Vegito** walks in from the left tunnel, golden aura flickering like a star about to explode. Every step he takes leaves the sound of metal vibrating—even though he isn't walking on metal.
**Present Gohan** emerges from the right, calm, focused, body still recovering from the Kaioken ×50 strain but aura stable and sharp, like he's already prepared to break past it again if needed.
They stop at the center of the ring.
---
Baby Vegito tilts his head, analyzing Gohan's posture, micro-movements, ki fluctuations.
"You almost died in your last fight."
Gohan smiles slightly.
"And you weren't even awake for yours."
"Hmph. You think you can handle me *after that*?"
"I don't need to handle you."
Gohan's aura shifts, flickering red for an instant.
"I just need to push you. Far enough that you reveal everything."
Baby Vegito's eyes widen—with delight.
"Oh.
You're *that* kind of Gohan… Good."
The ground beneath them cracks as both their auras subtly rise —
Gohan: "Let's give them something unforgettable."
Baby Vegito: "Corny nga"
---
Whis raises his hand, smiling with the serene joy of someone about to witness art.
**"BEGIN!"**
Gohan doesn't wait for an opening.
He **creates** one.
The instant Whis' hand lowers, Present Gohan detonates the ground beneath him, vanishing in a red blur — , the kind that bends the ring's geometry as he sprints directly at Baby Vegito with killing intent.
But Baby Vegito…
**moves faster.**
Much faster.
In less than a heartbeat, he appears in front of Gohan like he skipped the distance entirely, hand snapping up—
**GRAB.**
Palm to face.
Tilting Gohan's entire body upward, almost lazily, before swinging him **straight down** with divine contempt.
**BOOOOOOM**
The arena floor caves in. Crack-lines spiderweb outward. Before the dust even forms—
**BOOM — a second smash**
**BOOM — a third**
**BOOM — a fourth**
**BOOM — a fifth**
**BOOM — a sixth**
**BOOM — a seventh**
Each impact deeper, faster, harder than the one before, the last smash so violent that the shockwave kicks up chunks of the arena the size of houses.
Baby Vegito pulls back for an **eighth**, but—
Gohan's aura **ruptures.**
Perfect Mystic ignites like a white supernova with gold undertones.
Before Vegito's hand can strike down, Gohan twists, plants both feet into the ground, and unleashes a full-force counter:
**PWOOOOOOOOOM**
A single upward kick at point-blank range, heel smashing into Baby Vegito's jaw with the sound of metal tearing. Baby Vegito is launched skyward in a gold-red spiral, flipping uncontrolled through the air.
Gohan doesn't give him time.
He thrusts both hands forward.
"HYYYYYPER—"
Every muscle in his arms bulges, aura flooding the air.
"—MASENKOOOOOOOOO!!"
A massive yellow blast with **red lightning snapping inside it** tears across the sky like a comet that hates everything it sees.
Baby Vegito's eyes widen — he can't tank that in base.
He **detonates** into Super Saiyan 2 instantly.
The lightning around him crackles so violently it burns holes in reality as he draws his arms inward and fires a concentrated ki explosion of his own.
The two attacks collide—
and it's Baby Vegito who's pushed back.
His feet slide across the sky, sparks wrapping around his body. The Masenko tears open his shoulder, burning straight across his cheek.
A line of red.
Just a scratch.
But to him…
**that is unforgivable.**
Baby Vegito slowly brings his hand to his face, touching the blood. He stares at his fingers.
"…A mortal… drew my blood?"
His eye twitches.
Then he *screams*.
A primal, furious, hybrid Saiyan-Tuffle-Supreme Kai howl that shakes the divine stands.
Gohan charges up again, aura ripping space.
Vegito vanishes.
And then—
**the fight truly begins.**
---
A white flash. A gold flash. The two collide mid-air, fists smashing so quickly the sound arrives seconds late.
Gohan elbows Baby Vegito across the ribs.
Baby Vegito knees Gohan in the chin.
Gohan twists into a spinning backfist.
Baby Vegito teleport-counters with a palm-heel strike that cracks Gohan's sternum.
Gohan absorbs it and fires a point-blank ki burst.
Baby Vegito responds with a headbutt that sends Gohan ricocheting across the sky like a skipping stone.
Every blow makes them stronger.
Baby Vegito's Tuffle instincts sharpen.
His Vegito arrogance flares.
His Zamasu Kai-genes PULSE.
Gohan's mystic nature surges.
His Kaioken memory ignites.
His latent potential mutates explosively, surpassing even Future Gohan's growth rate.
Their power levels spike violently—
and Bulma is the first to notice.
---
Bulma's scanner flashes red.
"Oh COME ON— They're growing so damn fast! Just now they were at **three sextillion**, and now they're already at **six**!"
Vegeta leans over.
"Woman, that thing is about to explode"
"It's *already* overheating!"
Seconds later—
"They just hit **nine sextillion**—WHAT ARE THEY EVEN MADE OF!?"
Even Whis looks mildly impressed.
Then—
"**Eleven sextillion… unreal growth speed…**"
The crowd goes silent.
Nothing like this has ever happened in mortal combat.
---
Baby Vegito and Present Gohan slam into each other so many times the ring's floor melts into liquid ki. They flicker in and out of existence, teleporting, countering, reading, re-reading, adapting, evolving—
Vegito's right hook misses Gohan by a micron.
Gohan's knee barely grazes Vegito's stomach.
Vegito counters with a roundhouse—blocked.
Gohan answers with a razor-hand strike—dodged.
Vegito snaps into point-blank ki detonation—Gohan nullifies it with a shifting aura shield.
They grow faster.
They move faster.
The air itself screams from being torn apart.
The arena trembles, barriers shatter, the sky above them changes color—
**—until both fighters move so fast the arena, the air, and the environment around them begins to break apart completely.**
Everything around them disintegrates.