They met in the center again.
A perfect midpoint between their two drifting fragments.
A mathematical center of gravity.
The point where their shared arrogance intersected.
Their fists collided—
CRACK
It was conceptual.
A rupture in causality.
Then—
They disappeared again.
And then—
CRACK
They clashed again, somewhere above the center of the ring, both striking the same blow they had struck a micromoment earlier—
but stronger, sharper, more precise.
But nobody—
nobody—
saw when both fusions transitioned into Perfect Super Saiyan 2.
Except:
Daishinkan
The variants of Whis
And Beerus T1, who narrowed his eyes in irritation that he almost missed it.
Bulma's scouters shout instantly.
1 SEPTILLION.
1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 Power Level
And rising.
Their hair sharpened.
Electricity crowned their bodies like halos of sharpened glass.
Their eyes became twin beams of predatory intelligence.
Time broke.
Or, more accurately, time tried to progress—
—and both Vegitos stepped outside of it.
Perfect SSJ2 transformation.
It was a permission slip to violate sequential logic.
They moved in non-linear acceleration cycles, creating displacement vectors that forced spacetime to recalculate.
Every step they took shredded entire frameworks of physics.
Every punch they threw rewrote momentum.
They appeared in the same moment.
Their fists met again.
And the arena's debris—thousands of floating fragments—did something impossible:
They froze.
Then rotated.
Then re-aligned around the fighters.
As though the stones recognized a gravitational hierarchy.
As though their falling paths were now only suggestions.
Daishinkan spoke softly, only to himself:
Daishinkan:
"Their power has begun to influence inert matter. through identity."
Vegito (Perfect SSJ2) was the first to push forward, his body bending through seven micro-angles simultaneously, his spine rotating in a serpentine motion that was neither human nor Saiyan.
He executed four attacks at once:
Temporal Palm Breaker —
A palm strike thrown at a prediction of Baby Vegito's future position.
Inversion Elbow —
An elbow thrown to negate a motion Baby Vegito hadn't made yet.
Linear Compression Jab —
A strike so condensed that it created an inward implosion of atmosphere.
Rotational Sweeping Kick —
A kick that cut through multiple time layers like slices of paper.
Baby Vegito Black countered all four flawlessly—
by overriding them.
Black (Perfect SSJ2) moved in a contradictory sequence:
His shoulder dipped forward in the past
His knee swept diagonally in the future
His heel intercepted the present
His wrist existed between two states
He blocked the Temporal Palm by making himself "not yet there."
He parried the Inversion Elbow by making himself "already gone."
He neutralized the Compression Jab by expanding the air.
He shattered the Sweeping Kick by allowing momentum to skip his body.
Baby Vegito Black:
"Your structure is collapsing into predictability."
Vegito grinned.
Vegito:
"Your cleverness is collapsing into vanity."
Then—
they collided in the middle again.
smashing through each other's foundations.
Their Perfect Super Saiyan 2 auras flickered in spirals, then condensed, then broke apart again—every fluctuation indicating another power spike.
Bulma's backup reader attempted recalibration.
It read:
1.3 SEPTILLION
Then:
1.9 SEPTILLION
Then:
2.7 SEPTILLION
Trunks T1 whispered:
Trunks:
"Dad… is this even fighting?"
Vegeta T1 didn't answer.
The air itself became ink.
Their bodies the quills.
The space between them the parchment.
Every movement was a stroke.
Every strike a punctuation.
They fought with
Angles that contradicted geometry
Speeds that forced light to re-route
Impacts so sharp they left sound behind
Baby Vegito Black snapped forward first—
QUANTUM KING'S GUILLOTINE
A downward chop that used three timelines worth of potential energy.
Vegito responded instantly—
OMNI-DIRECTIONAL OVERDRIVE
A circular shield made of his own rotational velocity.
Their attacks met—
—and split the battlefield into four layers.
Layer 1: The visible fight
Layer 2: The delayed afterimages
Layer 3: The predicted movements
Layer 4: The aborted actions
All four layers converged into a single moment of impact.
Vegito bent backward, spine folding like a hinge, then sprung forward with:
Dragon Fist Spiral —
This wasn't the Dragon Fist used on Hirudegarn.
This was the version that Goku never KNEW to attempt:
A rotating phantom dragon made of condensed lightning
Fangs shaped from Vegito's own ki signature
Claws extending from probability distortions
Baby Vegito Black countered with:
God-Slayer Rejection Kick
A kick thrown toward the concept of the attack.
The dragon shattered into pieces of abandoned intent.
Vegito laughed.
Vegito:
"You're catching on."
Baby Vegito Black:
"I caught on before you threw it."
Black snapped forward, grabbing Vegito by the jaw, and twisting space so that Vegito was forced into a rotational axis he did not choose.
He then used:
Eternal Recursion Smash —
A punch thrown into a loop, hitting Vegito four times at once:
Once in the present
Once in one second ago
Once in five seconds ago
Once in a hypothetical timeline where Vegito dodged
Vegito was blasted through seven stone fragments—
—but he was smiling as he flew.
Vegito:
"Good. GOOD."
He flipped mid-air, using the fragments as stepping stones, kicking off each with:
SSJ2 Aftershock Momentum Stacks
Every time he stepped, he gained momentum.
Every step: a multiplier.
Every multiplier: more power.
He was stacking velocity into a geometric series.
Baby Vegito Black realized it a nanosecond too late—
Vegito flickered behind him.
Both genuinely committed to harm.
Vegito:
"ZERO-DISTANCE—"
Baby Vegito Black:
"—DIVINE OBLITERATION."
Their fists met.
But this time—
the clash inverted the arena.
The entire battlefield folded into a bowl-shape around them, floating inward like petals collapsing into a bud.
Whis whispered:
Whis:
"The Void is beginning to adapt to their intensity."
Vegito and Baby Vegito Black floated inches apart.
Hair glowing.
Auras crackling with voltage that bent sound into arcs.
Baby Vegito Black:
"You're terrified."
Vegito:
"I'm entertained."
Baby Vegito Black:
"You fear the inevitable: evolution."
Vegito:
"You fear the inevitable: me."
Baby Vegito Black's smile dropped.
Vegito leaned forward slightly.
Vegito (whispering):
"Because I know what you know."
Baby Vegito Black's pupils narrowed.
Vegito:
"We aren't close to the real fight yet."
And before Black could respond—
Vegito vanished.
Baby Vegito Black vanished.
The center of the arena exploded into a sphere of white light, folding and unfolding like blooming origami.
Time did not resume after their disappearance.
Or maybe it tried, but the two Vegitos were simply moving faster than time could reassert itself.
For the spectators—
even the superhuman ones—
the world seemed to slow to a syrupy crawl.
For Vegito and Baby Vegito Black—
it was normal speed.
Their bodies reappeared only in the places where friction, inertia, or the violence of their own collisions forced them back into visibility.
The first reappearance was near the top of the arena, 200 meters above the broken surface.
Vegito slammed Baby Vegito Black upward with a rising knee strike—
but the knee never touched him.
Black bent space around his torso so the knee went through an empty curve, then countered with a palm strike that folded Vegito's ribcage inward without touching him.
Vegito's ribs expanded and healed mid-motion, but the pain registered.
Then they vanished again.
When they next appeared, it was only partially:
A fragment of Vegito's arm
A fragment of Vegito Black's knee
The crackle of electricity between them
Then—
SHKKT
The arm fragment sliced through the knee fragment, not physically, but conceptually, forcing Vegito Black's leg to react as though struck.
Then they were whole again—
—and behind each other.
Vegito (behind Black):
"Your control of physics is sloppy."
Baby Vegito Black (behind Vegito):
"Your improvisation is self-destructive."
They spun simultaneously, catching each other with strikes so fast they existed only as aftershocks.
CRACK
Vegito received a micro-cut across the cheek.
CRACK
Baby Vegito Black received a shallow slice on the shoulder.
It was the first real damage either fusion had taken.
Blood appeared.
Not much.
But to everyone watching—
this was the equivalent of deciding who would be the winner.
Bulma gasped, covering her mouth.
Goku whispered:
"They actually hit each other."
Vegeta whispered back:
"They corrected each other's mistakes."
And then—
they vanished again.
This time when they reappeared, they were fighting on a single atom of rock, moving so fast that the rock expanded into a flat platform due to the rapid oscillation of their weight.
Vegito reversed his stance—
SSJ2 Shock Lariat
A strike made of vibrating ki that rippled through the air like a sonic detonation.
Baby Vegito Black countered with—
God-Ki Refraction Block
Splitting the incoming wave into twenty identical ripples and sending them back at Vegito.
Vegito smirked.
He didn't dodge.
He walked through them, letting the replicated shockwaves tear shallow cuts into his torso and arc over his skin.
Lightning ran across his body, highlighting each cut with golden light.
Vegito:
"Weak."
Baby Vegito Black:
"Pathetic."
He teleported behind Vegito, sweeping his leg.
Vegito blocked the sweep with his shin—
the collision detonated the leftover fragments of the ring below, turning them to ash.
Baby Vegito Black:
"You fight like a mortal begging the world to notice him."
Vegito:
"And you fight like a god terrified the world won't obey."
This time, they both left bruises.
it was a rejection of reality's geometry.
Both Vegitos took steps that should not have landed.
They ran across trajectories that had no surface.
They pivoted on points of probability.
Every time their limbs blurred, they created after-images that moved independently, as though each image was an alternate possibility of their next move.
Baby Vegito Black grabbed one after-image by the throat.
And it coughed blood.
It was Vegito's potential self.
Black crushed it, absorbing the feedback wave, and the real Vegito staggered.
Vegito wiped the blood and smiled through it.
Vegito:
"Oh, so you learned to weaponize quantum fault lines? Good."
Baby Vegito Black:
"I did not learn. I simply remembered what you are too stupid to grasp."
Vegito shot forward—
ZERO-PATH SHATTER STRIKE
(a punch thrown along a line that does not exist in Euclidean physics)
It hit Black's sternum.
The force rippled through his ribs, creating a spiderweb of fractures.
Baby Vegito Black exhaled sharply—
the first sign of pain.
His smile widened.
They hit each other.
Not with time tricks.
Not with metaphysical manipulations.
Not with temporal reassignments.
Just raw, unfiltered Perfect Super Saiyan 2 power amplified beyond mortal comprehension.
Vegito landed a heavy cross to Black's jaw.
Black retaliated with an uppercut to Vegito's ribs.
Vegito hooked Black's cheek.
Black hammered Vegito's stomach.
Each impact produced sonic booms that overlapped, creating waves that battered the barrier.
On the ground—
Pan began to cry from the pressure.
Gohan (semi-conscious in the healing chamber) stirred, terrified.
Whis whispered:
"This is more intense than their previous PSSJ3 potential output."
The entire Void began to flicker.
Their power was creating alternate outcomes for every motion.
Every punch Vegito threw existed in three versions:
The punch that landed
The punch that missed
The punch that struck but was redirected
And all three outcomes bled partially into reality.
Baby Vegito Black used this to his advantage.
He focused on the "missed punch" version of Vegito's strike, grabbed the phantom remnant of it, and used that force to hurl Vegito downward.
Vegito slammed into the remains of the ring—
BOOOOM
A crater formed, wide enough to swallow a city block.
Baby Vegito Black landed in front of the crater.
He tilted his head.
Baby Vegito Black:
"Is that discomfort I sense?"
Vegito rose from the crater slowly, brushing dust from his shoulder.
Vegito:
"That's anticipation."
They vanished again.
They reappeared inside the crater—
trading 64 Sextillion blows per second.
Not counting ghost-strikes.
Not counting predictive strikes.
Not counting adjacent timeline strikes.
These were real, physical hits.
Every second:
64e21 punches
64e21 kicks
64e21 elbows
64e21 blocks
64e21 redirects
64e21 micro-counters
64e21 kills avoided by perfect timing
In the span of ten seconds—
64e21 real collisions occurred.
By comparison, any mortal fight would fit into an invisible fraction of a single exchange.
The crater collapsed inward.
Vegito's lip cracked open.
Blood trickled down.
Baby Vegito Black's left eye was bruised and swelling.
Vegito's knuckles split.
Baby Vegito Black's ribs cracked and healed incorrectly.
They were finally hurting each other.
Vegito's laughter echoed:
Vegito:
"Finally. Finally you're making me bleed."
Baby Vegito Black laughed louder:
Baby Vegito Black:
"You are slowing Huh."
Vegito's face sharpened with predatory joy.
Vegito:
"Good. GOOD. Now we're getting somewhere."
Baby Vegito Black's aura flared so violently that half the crater liquefied under the heat.
Baby Vegito Black:
"Then let us accelerate."
The air thickened.
Lightning snapped.
Reality bent—
and both Vegitos doubled their speed again.
Within that invisible realm:
They grappled.
They kneed each other in the stomach.
They elbowed each other in the jaw.
They smashed foreheads together, creating a shockwave that burst outward like the detonation of a star.
Baby Vegito Black rammed Vegito into the ground—
Vegito kicked him off and spun midair, delivering—
SSJ2 Raging Cyclone Barrage
A spiral series of punches that grew faster with each rotation.
Baby Vegito Black retaliated with—
Divine Execution: Thousand-Fold Illumination
A flurry of strikes thrown from multiple superposed positions.
Their techniques clashed.
Neither yielded.
The earth beneath them disintegrated.
Vegito and Baby Vegito Black locked hands mid-strike, pushing against each other.
Their auras blazed so brightly that the Void itself began to tremble.
Cracks—thin, shimmering cracks—began forming in empty space.
Vegito whispered with a dangerous smile:
Vegito:
"Your limit is showing."
Baby Vegito Black whispered back:
Baby Vegito Black:
"Your arrogance is showing."
Both tightened their grip.
Both forced more power into their clash.
Both went beyond what SSJ2 was ever meant to contain.
A crack in the Void widened—
RRRREEEEAAAAAKKKKK
The spectators felt chill run down their spines.
And the two Vegitos—
still only in Perfect Super Saiyan 2—
It happened without warning.
Baby Vegito Black's hair extended in a blinding arc of silver-white, lengthening past his waist, whipping like a comet tail infused with hatred.
In the same instant, the crimson cracks of SSJ2 around him ruptured open into a violent, devouring vortex of divine energy.
Perfect Super Saiyan 3.
Not the screaming, unstable, stamina-draining mess known by Goku or Gotenks.
This was a SSJ3 made from divine ki, Tuffle reinforcement, Zamasu's god-soul, and the merged arrogance of two species that were never meant to cooperate.
The transformation was so sudden, so violent, so mathematically illogical, that even the angels flinched.
Vegito's eyes stared—
Just for a fraction of a fraction of a second.
Baby Vegito Black struck him more times than there have been seconds since the Big Bang.
The first punch hit Vegito's jaw.
The second cracked his sternum.
The third dislocated his arm.
The fourth and fifth hit simultaneously from opposite angles, violating the rules of momentum.
The next barrage didn't have numbers.
It didn't have physical positions.
Spherical shockwaves bloomed around Vegito like blooming flowers—
if flowers detonated with enough force to erase continents.
Blood sprayed in slow motion, scattering across the void like divine meteors.
Vegito was flung backward, carving through three floating boulders of arena debris, turning each into dust, then plasma, then nothing.
Spectators gasped—
but only because the angels slowed time for them long enough to perceive a fraction of it.
And still—
Vegito smiled.
His arm twisted and reformed.
The cracks in his chest sealed with golden light.
He wiped blood from his mouth.
Vegito:
"…Nice."
Then—
Vegito vanished.
One moment Vegito was SSJ2.
The next—
His aura detonated outward like a supernova ripping itself inside out.
Lightning coiled around him in thorned spirals.
His hair extended not in the wild feral mane of typical SSJ3…
but in controlled, razor-straight, disciplined strands of golden light.
Perfect Super Saiyan 3.
The golden horizon behind him bent.
Space folded inward.
Then Vegito appeared behind Baby Vegito Black.
He simply touched Black's spine with a single knuckle.
Baby Vegito Black folded in half.
The force shot him downward so rapidly that the angels had to rebuild the floor beneath him before he hit it, or the collapse would have swallowed the entire fighting void.
Baby Vegito Black's body crumpled against the freshly formed stone, sinking into it like wet sand.
Vegito was above him, hair whipping like golden flames in zero gravity.
Vegito:
"Don't embarrass me."
Baby Vegito Black rose without using his limbs.
He levitated upward, face twisted not in fear, but in insult.
Baby Vegito Black:
"You still think you can surpass me?"
Vegito:
"I don't think. I prove."
They collided.
Both Vegitos swung simultaneously, their fists occupying every possible trajectory, every possible variant path.
The result was a superposition of hits collapsing into a single impact that rippled backward through time.
The shockwave they generated happened one second before they threw the punch.
Spectators felt the force before the fighters struck.
Piccolo (T1) grabbed onto the railing, eyes wide:
"That… that shouldn't be possible."
Uub (T2) whispered:
"They're throwing punches that happen in the past?…"
Simultaneously.
Their power jumped by:
40%
then 80%
then another 80%
then another
then another
Recursive exponential escalation.
Their combined power skyrocketed:
50 septillion → 90 septillion → 140 → 200 → 260 → 300 → climbing.
Bulma's scanners moved as if they are the one fighting
Uub (T1) whispered:
"Evolving each other…"
Future Gohan, watching from the healing chamber, clenched his teeth:
"Amplifying each other faster than their bodies can adapt—"
They collided in midair.
But they didn't punch.
Steps, twists, flips, elbow checks, finger parries:
each movement corresponded to a mathematical expression that attempted to predict the other's next strike.
When Vegito tried a spiral elbow—
Baby Vegito Black inverted his velocity, turning the elbow into a missed equation and folding the force back into Vegito's torso.
When Baby Vegito Black launched a knee—
Vegito redirected the motion by writing a counter-expression with his foot placement, nullifying the trajectory and sending Black's knee into a dimensional dead-end.
Their fists moved in fractal arcs—
circles within spirals within helixes—
each arc containing infinite micro-adjustments.
They synchronized in deadly patterns:
12-strike mirrored cross pattern
spin-step reversal loop
parallel displacement ridge sequence
double-lariat contour entanglement
temporal feint–reversal pivot
Each technique required time to slow locally—
and the Angels obliged, compressing seconds into longer spaces so divine perception could track the blows.
Baby Vegito Black unleashed
Final Guillotine Combo
—a downward double-fist smash followed by a knee barrage.
Vegito countered using Goku's training:
Reverse Turtle School Flow
—turning the downward smash into momentum for a spinning kick.
They clashed.
Sparks flew.
Blood flew.
Teeth flew.Vegito lost a tooth.
It disintegrated in the energy around them.
Baby Vegito Black grinned, half his cheek shredded:
Baby Vegito Black:
"You can bleed after all…"
Vegito wiped the blood trailing down his chin:
Vegito:
"You can break after all."
They Begin Ignoring Causality
Vegito punched—
but the punch hit before his arm moved.
Baby Vegito Black elbowed Vegito—
but Vegito felt the pain first, then the strike.
They had abandoned normal fighting.
They were fighting inside each other's predictive shadows.
Their Perfect SSJ3 auras flared so violently that the arena's debris vaporized.
A sphere of emptiness formed around them—
a space where matter could not survive.
Inside that sphere—
Vegito grabbed Baby Vegito Black by the face and slammed him into a pocket of compressed time, causing the visual to distort like a melted reflection.
Baby Vegito Black retaliated by grabbing Vegito's spine through a micro-fracture of space and twisting it in a direction that shouldn't exist in 3D geometry.
Vegito screamed through gritted teeth—
his spine snapped and reformed at once, golden light bursting through his skin.
Blood floated from both of them in slow, shimmering droplets—
but for the fighters, the droplets were moving at normal speed.
Vegito's forehead was cracked open.
Baby Vegito Black's ribs were shattered.
Vegito's right shoulder hung dislocated.
Baby Vegito Black's jaw was broken.
And yet—
Exultant.
They were fighting to see who would evolve first.
Goku whispered:
"…they're enjoying it…"
Vegeta whispered back:
"…of course they are. They're me and you combined."
Baby Vegito Black caught Vegito by the throat—
pinned him against the collapsing void—
and slammed his fist into Vegito's stomach so hard that the shockwave tore a hole in the barrier.
Vegito coughed blood—
then laughed.
Vegito:
"You're almost worth it all."
He grabbed Baby Vegito Black's wrist—
twisted it—
and snapped his forearm completely backward.
Baby Vegito Black howled—
then LET IT HEAL in reverse, the bone reconstructing itself like rewinding footage.
Their auras flared.
Their Perfect SSJ3 forms pulsed—
as though something beyond Perfect SSJ3 was trying to break through.