A lone, blinding axis around which every warrior's fate rotated — and the next he vanished, leaving behind a shockwave of unease and awe.
lines crammed inside the Capsule Corp dome buzzed with overlapping ki signatures, but there was no fighting.. them confusion rolled into one.
All eyes snapped upward when Vegito rose above them and shouted:
Vegito T2:
"HEY! Goku, Vegeta — if they try anything funny, don't hesitate to kill them! I'll be back shortly!"
He didn't wait for a response.
PUFF.
He dissapeted
Goku T1 blinked and rubbed the back of his neck.
Vegeta T1 scoffed but didn't deny the action.
Bardock T5 muttered, "Kid's got dominance issues."
Vegeta T5 snarled, "Annoying..."
Piccolo T1 kept scanning everyone, antenna twitching.
Future Gohan — unconscious — was carefully placed on a cot.
And Uub T2 whispered, "He's going somewhere… I think i know"
But no one could follow.
Vegito was tracing a ki signature in space that maybe was Just his delusiona.
Gohan's ki wasn't "far."
It was elsewhere, in a plane where only beings with layered divinity could sense the faint residue.
BACK AT THE ARENA —
The destroyed ring had been reconstructed by Daishinkan; the void sealed; the neutral zones parted.
The spectators were leaving their stands like a church emptying after witnessing the end of creation.
The 12 Whis floated around one another in a loose ring, exchanging analytical murmurs that only they could understand:
Whis T1:
"This was Far diferent compared to the last tournament."
Whis T4:
"Yes, Pretty much anyone From the quatterfinals could Alone defeat the entire past tournament."
Whis T7:
"And that mortal Than won.."
The 12 Beerus talked too, but with less elegance:
Beerus T3:
"I still think Rose Hair mortal should've won."
Beerus T9:
"You think too much with your pride, not your brain."
Beerus T1 rubbed his forehead.
"I hate this tournament. I need food."
Daishinkan stood alone at the center, his hand slowly closing, sealing the last spiritual remnants of Baby Vegito Black.
He merely observed, as a gardener watching a new hybrid seed sprout through ashes.
Vegito hovered in the sky outside the arena grounds, eyes closed, aura silent.
He focused.
Deeper.
Deeper still.
No physical trail.
No spatial echo.
No dimensional bleed.
But then—
A pulse.
Soft.
Hurting.
Familiar.
Gohan's ki.
Not dead.
Suspended.
Vegito:
"…There you are."
He reached toward the ki signature —projecting his very self across the void.
For an instant, the universe folded like paper—
And Vegito slipped through.
A liminal existence, where there was no up, no down, no time.
Just drifting fragments of memories and half-formed energy currents.
A place where consciousness was suspended like a candle flame underwater.
Vegito materialized.
His boots touched nothing.
His shadow cast nowhere.
His breath echoed everywhere.
Vegito (softly):
"…This isn't part of the tournament's architecture. Daishinkan didn't make this for sure."
The realm pulsed once — softly, like an injured heartbeat.
Vegito's eyes narrowed.
His aura sharpened.
He pushed forward—
And saw them.
Two bodies.
Floating in the zero-gravity murk like puppets without strings.
Gohan.
And next to him—
Cell.
Expression peaceful in a way Cell should never look.
Vegito's expression changed.
Vegito:
"Who did this??."
He floated closer, extending both hands toward the two unconscious figures…
The limbo around them felt like a place that shouldn't exist —
a pale, endless horizon of half-formed matter, like the idea of a location rather than a location itself.
A soft white glow pulsed everywhere, yet cast no shadows.
Gohan T2 (softly):
"Dad…?"
Vegito froze.
Vegito:
"What… what happened to you? Why are you here? Why is any of this—?"
Gohan blinked twice, brow creasing.
Gohan T2:
"What do you mean?
Dad… you brought us here."
Vegito's eyes widened just slightly.
There were very, very few times in his life he'd been genuinely lost for words.
This was one.
Before he could respond, a sharp sound cracked the stillness.
Cell sat up violently, one hand pressed to his forehead, his aura flickering with agitation. When he sensed Vegito's ki standing there, he immediately scowled.
Cell:
"You… shouldn't have saved me, Saiyan."
He spat the word like venom.
"You should've left me to die."
Vegito turned to him, slow and deliberate. There was no anger in his eyes — only analysis.
A puzzle he wanted to solve.
Vegito:
"What are you talking about? I didn't bring you here. I didn't even know this place existed until now."
Gohan pulled himself upright, holding his ribs.
Gohan T2:
"No, Dad… you don't remember because you collapsed afterwards.
You saved me and Cell right before everything went white.
You grabbed us both and brought us here… and then we blacked out."
Cell clenched his jaw, arms crossing.
Cell:
"Tch… pathetic. I refuse to be anyone's stray rescued beast.
The moment you let your guard down, I'll—"
A flash.
Vegito appeared in front of him without even moving.
Cell stopped mid-sentence.
His mouth stayed open, but sound refused to leave.
Vegito:
"You're trying to run."
Cell didn't answer
He vanished.
Immediately reappearing directly in front of Vegito again.
Cell stumbled back in shock.
Again he dashed away —
Again he snapped back into Vegito's shadow.
Vegito's tone remained calm — almost gentle.
Vegito:
"You must have a reason you were saved.''
Cell:
"Are you dumb? I'm going to kill all of you if you let me!
It's what I DO, Saiyan! I AM PERFECTION!"
Vegito tilted his head.
Vegito:
"No. You're potential.
Huge difference."
Vegito paced around him, hands behind his back, as if inspecting a newly discovered artifact.
Vegito:
"You have Frieza's potential for growth.
Saiyan DNA — meaning Zenkai beyond logic.
Piccolo's regenerative body.
And a mind wired for evolution."
He stopped suddenly, inches from Cell's face.
Vegito:
"You could become the strongest being here."
Cell inhaled sharply — involuntary.
A reaction he hadn't intended to show.
Gohan watched between them, still clutching his chest, torn between worry and fascination.
Vegito floated backward slowly, extending a hand toward Cell.
Vegito:
"So let's use that.
Fight me over and over again until you become what you're meant to be."
Silence.
Cell didn't blink.
His chest rose and fell — a slow, tight breath he tried to hide.
His voice cracked, ever so slightly.
Cell:
"…Fight you… over and over again…?"
Vegito smirked — not arrogantly, but like a scientist finding the successful result of an experiment.
Vegito:
"Yeah.
You want to be the pinnacle of existence?
Prove it.
Earn it."
Cell's eyes trembled with something dangerously close to excitement.
Cell:
"Tch… damn you, Saiyan…
Fine.
But I swear — I will surpass you."
Vegito:
"I hope so."
He placed two fingers to his forehead.
Vegito:
"Hold on to something.
We're leaving."
He grabbed Gohan by the shoulder.
Then reached out a hand to Cell.
Cell glared at it for a moment…
Then took it.
And in a single burst of white light—
They were gone.
In the next beat of reality, Vegito, Gohan T2, and Perfect Cell materialized directly inside Capsule Corp —
right in the midst of the newly merged population of six timelines.
The air erupted into chaos.
Vegito reappeared in the Capsule Corp courtyard with a sharp crack of displaced air, like reality itself snapped back into place. Gohan T2's weight sagged in his arm, barely conscious again after the rough teleport. Cell T11 landed on his feet beside them, eyes narrowed, silent but unusually calm — fully healed and clearly stronger.
Dozens of warriors, androids, demons, and alternate selves turned in unison. The energy in the air tightened. Tension, surprise, confusion and curiosity.
Goku T1 -
"Gohan!"
His voice hit like a punch. In two strides he was at Vegito's side, already lifting Gohan T2 from his arms.
"What happened to him?!" Krillin shouted.
Goku didn't waste a second. "His ki is… it's messed up. Multiple fractures, internal bleeding — he pushed way past the limit. We need a healing chamber, now!"
Bulma T1, Bulma T2, and Future Bulma all snapped into motion at once.
"This way!"
"No— use the new unit downstairs!"
"I'll prep the stabilizer!"
The three Bulmas tripped over each other but somehow moved as one synchronized chaos-engine, leading Goku T1 inside as he carried Gohan T2 like he weighed nothing.
Cell T11 watched the scene with an unreadable expression. annoyance at the distraction. Hard to tell with him.
He stretched his arms, flexing his fingers, feeling the new Zenkai rushing through him. His aura flickered once — a cold, electric emerald.
"Fascinating," Cell murmured. "I feel… perfect again."
Dozens of fighters tensed — Vegetas, Trunks, Gohans, even Uubs.
Vegito exhaled, shoulders rolling. There were too many voices, too many ki signatures crammed together like an overloaded reactor. Every timeline's survivors were standing on roughly the same patch of Capsule Corp grass, trying to pretend they weren't seconds away from yelling or punching each other.
He found Gast across the crowd — floating slightly above the rest, arms folded, expression neutral as always. The fusion of the best Namekians across multiple universes. A mental fortress. A god in everything but title.
Vegito walked toward him.
Before he could even speak, someone shouted:
"Vegito! What's the plan now?!"
"When do we split the timelines?!"
"What happens to the kids?!"
"Tell Cell to get away from my daughter!"
It became a wall of noise.
Vegito rubbed his head. "God, this is a circus…"
He pushed through until he was right in front of Gast, who still hadn't moved a millimeter.
"Hey," Vegito said out loud, forcing a grin. "Can you help me here? There's way too many people!"
Gast looked at him. Slowly. Expression flat.
And said absolutely nothing.
Vegito sighed.
Alright then.
He dropped his voice internally, switching to telepathy so nobody else could listen in.
"Okay, serious mode. I need your help."
Gast's mental presence felt like stone warmed by sunlight — old, patient, steady.
"…Speak."
"We have too many warriors from too many realities all stacked in one civilization. This place will fall apart in days if we don't give them proper homes."
Gast didn't answer. Vegito continued.
"I need you to create planets — entire worlds — for each extreme timeline. Not the weak ones, not the civilians… the warriors."
Gast's mental voice was firm.
"You ask for the work of a Kai. I am not one."
"I'm not asking you to play god," Vegito said. "Just… do what you're good at. Creation. Restoration. You made yourself from the strongest of your people — you can do this."
Gast's eyes narrowed.
"Why planets?"
Vegito's mind flashed with images — Bardock's warriors clustered like wolves, the Namekian elders trying to meditate beside loud Saiyan brawls, Androids analyzing Saiyan DNA like it was a fun science project.
"Because they need environments that match them," Vegito answered.
"The Saiyans need a world where brutality isn't a crime — where an empire can grow. A place where Bardock's squad, King Vegeta's faction, and even the more violent T5 warriors won't break society by existing."
Gast remained silent.
Vegito pressed on.
"And your people need a Namek 2.0. A real home. A world big enough for the elders, for the spiritual warriors, for Piccolo T7, Kami, Nail… for all the Namekians who no longer have a planet."
Gast closed his eyes.
Vegito felt resistance — not anger, but something like… sorrow.
"I have reformed worlds before," Gast finally said. "But to create one from nothing… that requires purpose. A guiding principle. What would these planets be?"
Vegito inhaled sharply.
"Let me show you."
He pushed memories and impressions toward Gast, Bending matter to fake a dream — Bardock T5 battling in red suns, the royal Saiyan bloodline training under crushing gravity, the raw pride of warriors with nothing left to lose.
Then Namek — its blue skies, gentle winds, quiet oceans, spiritual calm. A world of growth, healing, meditation, and battle only when necessary.
Gast absorbed it all. Slowly. Carefully.
Then his eyes opened.
"…Very well. But I will do it my way."
Vegito grinned.
"That's all I wanted."
Gast floated higher, cape flickering with rising power. His arms extended outward, palms up, as if grasping invisible spheres.
The air changed instantly.
Wind spiraled. Ki rippled across the courtyard. Warriors stopped talking. Children stopped crying. Even Cell watched with a curious tilt of his head.
White light gathered around Gast, forming two orbiting halos — one emerald, one deep crimson.
Gast's voice rumbled, deep and ancient, echoing across the minds of everyone present:
"BEHOLD. CREATION."
The courtyard darkened. The sky brightened. Something impossible was happening above Earth.
Two swirling masses of ki condensed high in the atmosphere — like miniature stars forming, growing, stabilizing.
Gast moved his hands in intricate, precise motions — shaping gravitational fields, stabilizing atmospheric compositions, creating tectonic structures and core layers as if painting with light.
Gas and dust spiraled, collapsing into form.
The first world — the Saiyan world — took shape violently, like a birth by explosion:
A colossal red sun orbiting close
Jet-black soil
Jagged mountain spines
Blue magma glowing through cracks
Massive gravity, at least 12–20 times Earth's
Lightning storms that never fully stopped
A sky tinted gold by constant ionization
Floating islands shaped like broken shards of meteorite
A colossal ring system of shattered asteroids
Valley craters large enough to swallow cities whole
Two moons, both crimson
It was beautiful in a terrifying, primal way.
A planet built for monsters.
Bardock T5 stared with wide eyes, tail flicking. King Vegeta T5 smirked like the world was made specifically for him.
And honestly? It was.
Then the second formed — quiet, elegant, radiant:
Floating oceans suspended above the ground like mirrored bubbles.
Massive green plains infused with natural healing energy.
Soft-blue oceans filled with luminous aquatic life.
A perpetual aurora in the sky, shifting violet and emerald.
Dozens of small islands connected by natural stone bridges.
Great hollow trees that were half temple, half living being.
Atmosphere attuned to spiritual resonance — perfect for Namekian meditation.
A gentle triple-moon glow at night.
Crystal formations growing like flowers, responding to ki.
And a towering central mountain shaped like a dragon's jaw, resonating with ancient power.
When the second planet finished stabilizing, its aura pulsed — soothing, peaceful, alive.
Piccolo T7 inhaled sharply. Kami fell to his knees in awe. Nail looked speechless. Even Slug froze.
Gast lowered his hands slowly, breathing evenly, though his aura crackled with strain. Creating two full planets in minutes would have killed almost anyone else.
The two new worlds drifted into stable orbital paths — one far out, around Saturn's distance; the other closer, settling near Mars' distance.
They gleamed in the night sky like two new jewels of the universe — one red and wild, one blue and sacred.
Everyone stared upward.
Even the children. Even the warriors who feared nothing. Even Cell.
Vegito stepped beside Gast, arms crossed.
"Not bad," he whispered. "Told you that you could pull it off."
Gast didn't answer — but the faint edge of a satisfied breath escaped him.
Below them, hundreds of fighters watched the sky in utter silence, seeing their new homes for the first time.