Vegito T2 drove Baby Vegito Black back with a rising cyclone of Perfect Super Saiyan 3 power, the kind of pressure that carved fractures in spacetime itself. For the first time since the match started, Baby Vegito Black's footing slipped—only a fraction of a nanosecond, only a fraction of a millimeter, but Vegito noticed.
That was enough for him.
Vegito T2's grin widened, sick with confidence, sculpted from absolute superiority.
"Finally trying, huh? I was wondering when I'd get bored."
But Baby Vegito Black sensed it too—something he was never supposed to feel, something that, in his divine arrogance, he believed impossible:
Vegito T2 was choosing his own growth.
Baby Vegito Black's internal voice cracked into the impossible: confusion.
What… the hell is he doing…?
How is he increasing potential deliberately? That violates every rule of logic!
He's deciding his own limits…?
Vegito crushed through his guard again, elbow cracking Baby Vegito Black's jaw and launching him into a collapsing cluster of floating arena debris. The shards exploded outward in fractal patterns from the collision.
Vegito hovered above the destruction, eyes glowing with golden arrogance.
Vegito T2:
"What happened? You were louder a second ago."
Baby Vegito Black wiped the blood from his lip. His expression twitched—rage, disbelief, hunger, obsession.
Then he spoke:
Baby Vegito Black:
"You did it, mortal…"
He raised his hand, palm trembling with fury too precise to be called anger.
"You showed me… you deserve to die by the ultimate apex of reality."
Everything went silent.
His aura collapsed inward, vanishing like an implosion.
He stood there in base, hair flat, eyes calm—too calm.
Vegito's grin sharpened in delight.
"Oh? Finally going to show me something you think I can't predict? Good."
Baby Vegito Black lowered his head.
And then—
The world tore open.
Conceptually.
The arena dimmed as if the light of the void bent away from him. A cold pressure descended that no mortal ki sense could detect.
His ki sense failed.
Baby Vegito Black slowly lifted his head, eyes glowing with a tri-layered hue:
Black sclera,
Neon-pink irises,
Green fractal pupils dancing like microscopic circuitry.
His hair ignited in pure rose-pink—but the aura…
The aura was something entirely else.
A halo of black static lightning crackled around him.
Green divine fire rose from beneath like molten divinity.
Pink God-Ki pulsed from the core like an organ heartbeat.
All three fused, clashing, contradicting, synchronizing.
And then—
SUPER SAIYAN ROSE.
Evolved.
A form only a fusion of:
A god who hates mortals
A parasite built to dominate flesh
A Saiyan conditioned for infinite escalation
could ever produce.
Vegito's eyes widened.
"…You're kidding."
His senses were blind.
Completely.
He couldn't track the ki at all.
Baby Vegito Black smiled. Slowly. Deliberately. Predatory.
He whispered, voice laced with triple harmonics—Zamasu's divine venom, Baby's metallic malice, Saiyan guttural rage.
Baby Vegito Black:
"Let me demonstrate transcendence."
He was simply gone from Vegito's perspective.
Vegito felt nothing.
No step.
No breath.
No shift of air.
Not even the divine pressure Super Saiyan God forms normally leak.
And then—
CRACK—
Vegito's nose shattered.
He was punched faster than Perfect Super Saiyan 3 regeneration could handle.
Blood sprayed as Vegito was hurled across the sky at a velocity that bent the barrier.
Before he rebounded—
Before he even registered the hit—
Baby Vegito Black was already behind him.
WHAM—
A knee to the spine.
The bone flickered between broken and healed three times before Vegito put conscious ki into stabilizing his back.
Baby Vegito Black:
"Still can't sense me?
Good.
You're finally learning humility—
pain-first."
Vegito spun, roaring, golden hair whipping the void—
and Baby Vegito Black caught his fist.
Caught.
With two fingers.
Vegito's confidence faltered for the first time.
It was absence.
It was anti-ki.
A void in the shape of a hand.
Baby Vegito Black tilted his head:
"You grow through conflict?
I grow through domination.
One of us will advance.
One will end."
And then Baby Vegito Black struck.
He didn't attack Vegito's body.
He targeted Vegito's corrections—the micro-adjustments Vegito made unconsciously during combat.
He hit:
the stabilizing tendon in Vegito's knee,
the involuntary shoulder rotation pattern Goku's years of martial arts created,
the spinal ki-flow Vegeta's pride instinctively boosts,
the hyperspeed muscle regeneration nodes created by fusion stress.
He hit Vegito's root behaviors.
His instincts.
His nature.
Vegito felt his body rejecting him for the first time since he existed.
Baby Vegito Black blitzed again—
SLAM—
A punch to the sternum that bent spacetime.
WHIP—
A kick to the jaw that twisted Vegito's neck nearly 540 degrees before it snapped back.
CRATER—
A double-palm blast at point blank range that sent Vegito spiraling through 14 floating stone chunks, each exploding on contact.
Still Vegito did not slow.
Still he did not break.
Still he grew.
But Baby Vegito Black grew faster.
Vegito snarled, wiping blood from his mouth.
"You think you've won?! Just because you finally hit hard enough for me to notice?!"
Baby Vegito Black smiled with teeth too sharp.
"Oh, I'm not trying to win.
I'm trying to reveal you."
Vegito blinked.
"Reveal me?"
Baby Vegito Black stepped closer.
"Your whole existence is contradiction.
A mortal's body built on arrogance.
A fusion that pretends to care but exists only for self-worship.
Your potential is a lie you recite to yourself.
Your growth is an addiction disguised as destiny."
Vegito growled—
but Baby Vegito Black continued:
"And the greatest comedy?
You're enraged not because I'm stronger—
but because you don't understand why."
Vegito lunged—
Baby Vegito Black appeared behind him mid-flight—
and struck him with an aura-compressed blow so dense it silenced the void.
Vegito coughed blood, his lungs spasming.
Baby Vegito Black:
"Fear not.
You won't die yet.
You're the perfect candle through which I ascend."
Vegito's smirk snapped back.
Vegito T2:
"Sure."
The golden aura expanded—
Perfect Super Saiyan 3 still roaring.
"But you forgot one thing—"
He vanished.
He reappeared with a fist aimed at Baby Vegito Black's heart.
But Baby Vegito Black smiled wider—like he knew the future.
"—I grow—"
Vegito swung—
Baby Vegito Black spread his aura like a veil of roses lobotomized by divine hatred.
"—faster."
Vegito's punch landed.
And cracked.
Against something he couldn't even sense.
A wall of divinity.
Baby Vegito Black slammed his forehead into Vegito's, shattering the golden aura momentarily.
Baby Vegito Black:
"You adapt to ki.
I adapt to your existence."
He pressed forward—
The aura shifted—
that tri-colored nightmare swirling around him.
The green layer—Zamasu's god-ki.
The pink layer—divine Super Saiyan evolution.
The black static—Baby parasite rewriting Saiyan biology on the fly.
Baby Vegito Black cracked his neck.
"Now watch.
As your own limits become my decorations."
He appeared above Vegito—
and then the sky folded.
Literally folded.
Baby Vegito Black tore into Vegito:
Millions of strikes in a fraction of an instant.
He attacked with:
knees
forearms
aura spikes
ki whips
micro-explosions
time-friction bursts
pressure distortions
rotational torque strikes
parasitic tendril feints
and divine-ki punctures
Vegito's body bent, broke, healed, bent again, snapped back, regenerated, and cracked again in an endless cycle.
Vegito T2 spat blood like molten gold.
"You think—this is—enough?!"
Baby Vegito Black:
"No.
This is still foreplay."
He clasped Vegito's head—
and dragged him across the void so fast the arena's curvature distorted.
BAM—
Vegito smashed into the barrier.
BAM—
Baby Vegito Black caught him.
BAM—
Again into another chunk of stone.
BAM—
"Where—" slam
"is—" slam
"your—" slam
"arrogance—mortal?" slam
Vegito's laugh erupted in blood:
"Heh… right here."
The void shook.
A new power ignited.
Baby Vegito Black paused, eyes narrowing.
Vegito's ki—
that uncontrollable mortal ki—
began adjusting to Rose's divine frequency.
Vegito grinned:
"…I'm starting to feel it."
Baby Vegito Black froze.
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible.
Vegito shouldn't be able to.
Vegito could not be able to.
Baby Vegito Black's triple-toned voice fell into a whisper:
"…You're adapting…?
To god-ki you're not supposed to perceive…?"
Vegito straightened his back, cracks of golden electricity flaring.
Vegito:
"I told you before, didn't I?
I decide The Winner."
Baby Vegito Black's eye twitched.
A microscopic tremor of fear?
No—anger at the possibility of fear.
Vegito wiped the blood from his chin.
"And now… now I can feel that Rose ki of yours.
It's disgusting.
But… interesting."
Baby Vegito Black's aura spiked—
pink, green, black convulsing like a trinity of hatred.
Baby Vegito Black:
"Then let me show you the part you can't adapt to."
He vanished.
This time Vegito sensed it.
Only slightly.
Only faintly.
But he sensed it.
Vegito's grin widened.
Baby Vegito Black's fist approached from behind—
Vegito turned in time.
Fist met fist.
And the explosion wasn't power.
It was ideology colliding at the speed of divinity.
The void curved.
The barrier cracked.
Angels reinforced it.
Time stuttered.
Light warped.
Reality shivered.
Baby Vegito Black hissed:
"You will not surpass me—"
Vegito growled:
"—I already did."
Baby Vegito Black's aura flared violently.
Vegito adapted faster.
Baby Vegito Black grew exponentially.
Vegito matched it.
Two multiversal catastrophes incarnate—
One made of hatred.
One made of will.
The fight truly began.
Them
A Punch.
The punch should not have been possible.
Not after the exponential arms race.
Not after the perfect Super Saiyan 3 mastery.
Not after Rosé ignited God-Ki into a tri-layered infernal aura.
But it happened.
A single blow — thrown without winding up, without posture, without momentum — landed perfectly across Baby Vegito Black's face.
His nose detonated sideways, cartilage bursting, blood spraying in a fractal spiral of distorted god-ki particles.
The air tore open from the velocity of his body shooting backward — a kilometer instantly, five instantly more — before he halted in midair, stopping himself through sheer divine pressure.
His eyes flared in disbelief.
Baby Vegito Black (mind reeling):
"What… the HELL was that…?"
Because the sensation still stung.
existentially.
That punch felt like Vegito had always been capable of throwing it.
As if the entire battle up to now had been a long prelude to this single motion.
A punch predestined.
Baby Vegito Black's lips curled, an ugly snarl forming, but before he could speak—
Vegito's entire expression changed.
Just moments ago, the smirk was arrogant, amused, dominant.
Now—
He looked happy.
A type of happiness so deep it made the air quiver.
A joy so pure it was terrifying in someone like him.
Vegito looked toward the stands.
Not just vaguely — he looked with precision, locking onto one single person.
Uub T1.
Still conscious only because stubbornness was a form of Saiyan inheritance into that half human half alien.
Vegito spoke loudly, voice echoing across the entire void:
Vegito T2:
"Uub! I hope you can hear this somehow!"
Uub's pupils shook.
his spirit strained toward the sound.
Vegito T2:
"This is what I wanted to show you. But I guess I just made the gap between us even larger…"
He turned next toward Goku, Vegeta, and every version of Gohan.
His voice boomed with amplification:
Vegito T2:
"And you! Goku, Vegeta, the Gohans… all of you have this much potential in your hands."
"So don't you dare get discouraged."
"See this as a challenge."
"This— is what you can become."
Then—
He screamed.
His body hunched.
Muscles swelled.
The lightning around him bent in reverse, spiraling inward as though gravity inverted.
His aura —
That impossible, multicolored, spiraling double-helix aura —
Crashed downward like a meteor of light.
The ground beneath him melted.
Then evaporated.
Then the vacuum itself bent and curled, making space ripple like a folding cloth.
His hair darkened into a deep, feral crimson.
His chest expanded, fur sprouting across his torso in a brilliant scarlet sheen.
His face sharpened:
Jawline pronounced, eyes predatory, pupils becoming golden slits of controlled savagery.
Vegito had become Super Saiyan 4 Full Power.
The might of a universe that remembered its primal origin.
The aura from the reference image enveloped him exactly —
A mixture of blue arcs, red spirals, cosmic ripples, and divine flares that wrapped around his body like the birth-cries of galaxies.
Even the Angels questioned what was happening.
Daishinkan's neutral expression tilted by half a degree — enough for Whis to glance at him in alarm.
Because this wasn't mere transformation.
That was the same form that bardock got destroyed by while fighting Baby Vegito Black.
And then—
Vegito disappeared.
Baby Vegito Black barely had time to widen his eyes.
Then Vegito appeared behind him.
Then in front.
Then inside his guard.
Then everywhere.
Then nowhere.
It was erasure followed by reappearance.
The first collision was catastrophic.
Vegito smashed Baby Vegito Black's face with a palm strike so powerful the shockwave created a spiral of vacuum ten miles wide.
Before the debris could fly outward, Vegito tore space open with his knee, hitting Baby Vegito Black in the stomach so hard the air inside the Rosé fusion's lungs ionized and became plasma.
Bone cracked.
Armor tore.
God-ki flickered.
Baby Vegito Black actually coughed —
A mixture of saliva, divine blood, and fragmented ki leaking from his throat.
That had never once happened to him.
Not ever.
He tried to speak—
But Vegito didn't allow it.
He hammered his fist downward, and Baby Vegito Black was launched to the ground like a meteor.
A crater formed — then inverted — then broke into geometric shards as Vegito caught him by the hair mid-fall, pulling him back up and punching him with such speed that each blow happened in micro-increments of timelines.
Ten universes' worth of afterimages bloomed behind each hit.
Vegito T2:
"You were talking about 'Apexes' a second ago, weren't you?"
A punch.
A knee.
An elbow.
A tail-whip.
All in less than a single plank interval.
Vegito T2:
"Let me show you something."
He vanished.
Baby Vegito Black spun wildly, trying to sense him.
Too slow.
Vegito reappeared above —
He dropped an axe-kick that did not touch Baby Vegito Black,
but the pressure alone shattered the Rosé fighter's shoulder blade.
Baby Vegito Black screamed, but Vegito caught the cry mid-soundwave, compressing it with ki so thick it became a physical object that cracked.
Vegito's tail wrapped around Baby Vegito Black's throat.
Then Vegito dragged him downward through three dimensions simultaneously.
Each layer of space they passed through exploded into stardust-like motes.
Baby Vegito Black's Rosé aura flickered.
Baby Vegito Black (gasping, furious):
"THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!
I AM THE ANTITHESIS OF MORTALITY—!!"
Vegito's heel slammed into his mouth, bending his jaw sideways.
Vegito T2:
"You're the antithesis of originality."
He spun.
A complete rotational flip.
His foot cracked Baby Vegito Black's spine.
He grabbed him by the ankle —
Swung him —
Smashed him into one floating arena block so hard the stone liquefied.
He swung him again —
Into another block.
This one vaporized instantly.
Baby Vegito Black managed to flare his Rosé aura again —
God-ki burning through the air like a divine wildfire —
He pushed back.
Barely.
But no matter how much he flared, how much he erupted, how violently he multiplied—
Vegito's power kept rising faster.
FAR faster.
Every blow from Baby Vegito Black's god-ki-infused fists landed.
Every strike detonated like a divine grenade.
Every kick cut through Vegito's skin, drawing blood.
And yet—
Vegito healed those micro-tears mid-motion by increasing his own ki output.
He fought through Baby Vegito Black's blows as if they were droplets of rain hitting a storm.
Vegito's expression was now pure predatory thrill.
Vegito T2:
"You're so busy hating mortals—
you forgot you fused with one."
Vegito's next strike was a double palm blast directly into Baby Vegito Black's chest.
The explosion tore open a spiral galaxy-shaped breach behind them.
Vegito tail-whipped him upward —
Then teleported above —
Then slammed both fists downward, punching Baby Vegito Black into the breach.
The pixelated edges of space folded inward around the Rosé warrior.
His body shook.
His aura thrashed violently.
He screamed.
The void screamed back.
Vegito reached into the breach—
Dragged him out by his neck—
And punched him through reality again.
This time—
Vegito's fist carried Baby Vegito Black across the entire platform,
across the sky,
across the upper void,
into the outer barrier.
Whis clenched his staff.
Whis:
"Father… should we intervene?, If he keeps growing.."
Daishinkan did not answer immediately.
He was watching Vegito with unsettling fascination.
Daishinkan:
"…No. Let it unfold."
Back inside the arena:
Baby Vegito Black, broken, furious, divine, still burning with Rosé light, tried one last gambit.
He roared and unleashed everything—
EVERYTHING—
in a single, compressed, God-Ki-fueled blast.
A Rosé Omega Burst—
A divine scythe of ki—
A signature kill.
Vegito smiled.
He walked through it.
Walked.
Through.
It.
Each step dissolved layers of the blast.
His aura — that cosmic storm — consumed the Rosé energy like a predator devouring prey.
Baby Vegito Black's pupils shrank.
Vegito appeared in front of him.
One finger extended.
He tapped Baby Vegito Black's forehead.
Vegito T2:
"Checkmate."
A nuclear implosion of light erupted from the point of contact.
Baby Vegito Black flew backward, arms flailing, eyes wide, aura shattering.
His body plummeted — tumbling in every direction, controlled by nothing, a doll being torn apart by invisible forces.
Vegito blurred into place behind him —
Wrapped a hand around his chest —
And dragged him upward again.
Then he punched him downward.
Once.
A single meteor blow.
The void cracked like a porcelain bowl.
The light faded.
Baby Vegito Black hung in the air, gasping, shaking, bleeding, unable to form words.
Vegito hovered above him, the SSJ4 Full Power aura roaring, spiraling, igniting creation around him.
Vegito was now clearly, undeniably, unquestionably the one on top.