DBX2: The Black Rose

Chapter 15: The Golden Duel

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Swirling in every direction outwards, the energy of Kassava's aura rapidly expanded in size. The energy swirled violently around the newly transformed Super Saiyan's body, the glare shining brilliantly off her narrowed turquoise pupils trained on the matching eyes of Goku, who stood a few feet away with a small smirk. He lifted both arms up, tensing them tightly while he shifted his legs out into a controlled stance.

"Now, we can get serious. Show me what you've got!"

The rage boiled over in Kassava's expression, the woman letting out a near deafening scream as wind rapidly blasted the ground around the two outwards from the force. Goku's eyes widened slightly, taking in the sight before quickly feinting to the left, narrowly dodging the now outstretched right fist from Kassava. She grunted, spinning around before she sailed too far forward and launching her left leg in a roundhouse kick to Goku's chest. Goku's eyes narrowed fiercely, easily catching the outstretched leg and gripping Kassava's angle before launching his left fist out in a powerful jab at her stomach. Kassava's eyes went wide, cringing heavily from the blow but retaliating with another strike at Goku's cheek with her left fist before he could follow up the blow.

Both Super Saiyans stumbled backwards, each caressing the wounded areas from the strikes. Kassava roared once again, rapidly bolting up to Goku and throwing her right fist out at his chest. Goku grunted, quickly slapping her fist away with his arm and retaliating with another jab to the woman's stomach. Kassava yelped, unable to prevent herself from stumbling backwards and leaving herself open to the powerful boot slamming into the side of her head. She cried out in pain, blasting backwards and bouncing along the ground with rocks and debris shooting out in her wake.

Kassava laid in the ground for a moment, the scratches along her face fresh from the impact she made into the ground. Her eyes remained narrowed, grunting in frustration as she rose to her feet steadily. Her eyes diverted down to the ripped black gi top dangling from her shoulders, her eyebrows twitching.

What the hell kind of armor is this?! It just rips out of no where and protects me from nothing!!

She angrily snarled, her left hand ripping the torn cloth and discarding it to the side, leaving her clad only in the black sports bra for her top. Her turquoise eyes shifted to the side, however, the sound of Whis' voice in her ear catching her attention.

::Hello my dear! This is Whis: your master has stepped out for the moment.::

Kassava kept her strong glare, her voice raising slightly.

"What?!"

The feint sound of Whis chuckling to himself barely registered in Kassava's mind before he spoke again.

::Your new found power explodes with anger, but do not lose yourself in its destructive capabilities. Look up and stare at your opponent.::

Kassava turned her eyes up, the fall and rise of her chest still heavy with her labored breathing. Her eyes locked squarely on the sight of Super Saiyan Goku staring her down, his smirk having turned into a full grin as he stood poised in his defensive form.

::This is Goku, one of the most skilled warriors you will ever face. If you continue to waste your energy in trying to quickly overcome him, you will tire yourself out in minutes. Channel your ki, and focus your rage.::

Kassava snarled once in response before speaking.

"My rage is the only reason why I'm still standing! If I don't let it out, I'll fall anyway!"

She blinked, Whis' following statement catching her offguard.

::I never said to let go of your rage. Only to focus it.::

Kassava paused for a moment, her panting slowing slightly. She kept a strong glare, tensing her arms and moving into her own offensive stance. Her hands trembled heavily, staring back at Goku while Whis continued.

::That's the way. Feel the power diminish slightly...but the rise of something else. Feel the weight on your mind lessen, the dense fog of anger dispersing and your vision becoming clear once again.::

The surging energy rapidly exploding outward around Kassava began to shrink, condensing around the woman in a contained swirl of golden light. Kassava glanced around for a moment, her eyes wide at the sight before turning her attention back forward.

::Much better! Now that your vision is clear and your control over the power established, tell me: what do you see?::

Kassava raised an eyebrow, the uncertainty clear in her voice.

"Umm....Goku?"

::That's right: Goku. Not your insecurities, not Vegetto's approval: Goku. He is your real enemy now...::

Kassava leaned forward, the energy of her aura surging slightly.

::Take him down.::

Kassava tensed, bolting forward at the command in a golden dash towards Goku. Her right arm shot forward once again, aiming towards Goku's cheek. Goku narrowed his eyes at the sight, shifting his arm and swinging it to slap the blow away. However, he let out a small gasp from the lack of weight to steady his balance in the counter, his stance giving way slightly as he turned his eyes to see that his counter was made towards an afterimage of Kassava. Goku then winced, stumbling forward from the elbow driving into his upper back before quickly spinning around to swing at Kassava, who rapidly ducked.

Her arms instinctively went up, Goku's leg following up with his original counterattack in a sweeping kick on the ground to kick her back across the ground. Still standing upright on the ground, Kassava slowed to a halt as Goku charged towards her, the two launching into a rapid succession of punches in kicks. Locked in a heated exchange, neither warrior seemed to upend the other in their counter attacks before Kassava suddenly bolted upwards into the air to break the flurry of relenting blows. Goku immediately followed after her, attempting to continue the attack with a quick jab with his right arm. Kassava whirled around as Goku sailed towards her, using the new gap in distance to catch the blow and swing the larger Saiyan around over her back in a controlled toss. Goku cried out, spinning and tumbling back towards the ground, yelping at the powerful follow up kick on his back from Kassava's right leg.

He quickly flipped upright, springing off the ground and shooting into the air as Kassava sailed past where he had landed seconds before, her fist crashing into the ground. Her head lifted in time to see Goku dashing back down towards her, both of his hands clasped together in a swinging axe handle.

"HA!"

Kassava grunted, both arms flying up and blocking the powerful strike with her forearms. She cringed heavily, the ground beneath the two denting further from the force of the blow. The weight of Goku's arms continued to push down on her arms, both warriors grunting in a bid to overpower the other. Kassava huffed, suddenly shifting her legs behind her body and vaulting forward in a small dash, her head crashing into Goku's stomach and sailing forward above the ground for a moment. She roared, launching her right arm and striking Goku in his chin as the two flew outwards across the ground. Goku used the momentum to spin around and swing his left arm, backhanding Kassava across the face with an outstretched fist to send her flying in the opposite direction. She crashed into a nearby rock platuea, disappearing from sight as Goku dashed into the darkness after her.

The golden glow of his aura illuminated a small fraction of the new cave created in the wake of Kassava's impact, Goku glancing all around him in a desperate bid to sense her energy. His eyes narrowed, glancing down.

I should be able to sense her...there's no way she could suppress her energy in this state. I just have to-

His eyes immediately shot to the left, sensing the growing surge of energy. A massive golden ball of ki shot past Goku's face by mere inches, the Super Saiyan having feinted backwards to avoid being struck. He gasped, barely throwing up his arms in time to catch the uppercut aimed at his chest. Kassava let out another ground shaking roar, blasting upwards into the rock ceiling in a dash and slamming Goku through the plateau ceiling itself. Goku winced slightly, the rubble of the rock blinding both of their vision as they shot upwards into the air. He snarled as he shot his right knee up, using it to punt Kassava across the top of the plateau they now floated above and leaping back onto solid ground to recover. Kassava rapidly regained her balance, sliding along the ground and rubbing the small trail of blood from the side of her mouth before bolting forward once more.

Goku's arm shot up, catching Kassava's right fist while shooting out his own free hand towards her face. His eyes widened, the blow having landed cleanly in Kassava's outstretched hand with the two locking each other's arms in place. Struggling for control, both warriors shot their knees out, colliding in devastating blows before pulling back. Kassava and Goku then reeled their heads back, slamming their foreheads together in perfect synchronization to break the hold. Kassava recovered first, surging forward and kicking Goku with her right leg to send him flying across the ground.

The Saiyan bounced along the ground, kicking up dirt and rubble in his wake while Kassava bolted after him, attempting to give him no time to recover. Her eyes remained trained on the Saiyan, but widened at the sight of Goku suddenly flipping upright and regaining his balance to skid along the ground. With his feet driving into the ground and soon sliding to a halt, Goku's arms had remained clasped behind his back until Kassava came within inches of striking him.

"KAMEHAMEHA!!!"

Kassava gasped, rapidly pulling her arms and curling tightly into a ball as Goku's outstretched palms launched out forward, the massive surge of blue energy engulfing her in point blank range and sending her flying in the opposite direction, disappearing into the violent energy surging outward.

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Whis' eyes widened a bit at the sight of the beam firing, yet his voice remained calm and controlled.

"Oh my."

The Supreme Kai of Time turned her head up to Whis, frowning.

"Do you think it was too much for her?"

Whis chuckled in response.

"Of course not! The blast wasn't nearly strong enough to kill her."

He blinked, his eyes turning to the ceiling as he rubbed his chin.

"Or...at least I think it wasn't."

The Supreme Kai of Time sighed heavily, turning her attention back to the scroll.

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Goku panted lightly, his arms still stretched out in the stance of the Kamehameha. He watched the massive trail of smoke billowing off the ground and into the air. His narrowed eyes scanned the cloud as he straightened himself out, his arms falling to his sides. He stood in silence for a few seconds before suddenly swinging his right arm out in a slow swipe, a burst of wind erupting in the direction his arm swung and dispersing the smoke to reveal the large cone-like crater left in the wake of his blast. A small smirk rose from his lips, and he bowed his head slightly while closing his eyes.

"You're pretty good. I didn't think you were fast enough to get out of that."

Goku then slowly turned on his heel, now standing face to face with Kassava. The female Super Saiyan kept her narrowed eyes locked with his, her fists clenched at her sides and standing a few meters away. Goku slowly raised his arms in a defensive stance once more, but blinked at the somewhat timid voice coming from Kassava.

"Why are you doing this?"

Goku blinked, confused at Kassava's somber expression as she spoke once more.

"You could've easily killed me back there, and you're holding back now. Why are you just toying with me?"

Goku stared back with a frown, his confused expression remaining.

"Toying with you? I'm fighting at one hundred percent!"

Kassava blinked in response, watching Goku break out into a grin once more.

"I've been trying to find a way to counter you, but you just keep getting the hits in! It's been a long time since I've fought someone as good at fighting as you!"

Kassava stared back incredulously, blinked once hard.

"Then...why are you so carefree?"

The exhaustion was clear in her voice.

"Is this all just a game to you?!"

Goku's grin lowered a little bit, remaining tense.

"No...it's not a game."

Kassava deadpanned, watching Goku's grin widened even further as he chuckled.

"It's a fight!"

Kassava continued to blink for a few seconds, letting out a deep sigh.

"So this...is the legendary Goku? I thought you were some sort of genius...not a stupid punch jockey."

She raised her clench fists.

"You weren't nearly this stupid the last time I saw you on Earth!"

Goku raised an eyebrow.

"The last time? We've met before?"

Kassava shook her head once.

"No...I mean yes. Look...it's complicated, ok?"

Goku narrowed his eyes, shifting his feet slightly further apart.

"Alright then. Are you ready for round two now? I can't wait and see what other moves you have left."

Kassava frowned.

"I don't want to fight anymore. I just...wanted to transform. Now that I've done it...I just want to go home."

Goku kept narrowed eyes, his voice falling flat.

"What if I threaten to kill you? Would that change your mind?"

Kassava glanced away.

"Maybe? I'd have to keep fighting you...if that was the case."

Her head perked up, however, the feeling of Goku's energy suddenly disappearing catching her attention. Her eyes watched Goku's hair drop from its spiked form back into the black messy style, his smile wide after letting out a deep sigh.

"Yeah, I can tell your heart's not in it, friend. Just like how I knew Frieza wasn't really your pal either."

Kassava raised an eyebrow.

"How did you know that?"

Goku raised his finger, pointing towards the sky.

"You don't look like one of his soldiers, and you didn't sound like you were eager to help him either. Even if you said those things about Krillin."

Kassava bowed her head slightly.

"Sorry. I...didn't mean it."

"It's ok!"

Kassava blinked, turning her head up to see Goku now looming over her with a smile.

"We can always wish him back with the Dragon Balls. But if I let you go now, you have to promise me one thing. Ok?"

Kassava raised her eyebrow once more.

"And what's that?"

Goku grinned from ear to ear, his tone raising in pitch slightly.

"A rematch! It wouldn't be as fun, fighting you now if your heart's not in it. But the next time you feel like you're ready to really finish one out, come find me!"

He held out his right hand.

"Deal?"

Kassava's eyes remained wide, perplexed at the carefree gesture and staring down at Goku's arm for a moment. She shook her head, recollecting herself and meeting Goku's eyes once more, smiling as she shook his hand.

"Alright, you've got a deal."

Goku nodded once back in response, turning around and rising up into the sky. He waved with his right hand, glowing with white energy.

"I'll be waiting, Kassava!"

Kassava gasped lightly, watching Goku soon bolt out across the open Namekian sky, leaving her alone on the plateau to her thoughts.

He remembered my name.

She glanced down, her entire body beginning to glow with the familiar white light and soon disappearing from sight.

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The light began to fade away rapidly, Kassava stepping out into the Time Vault timidly in her confusion. She glanced around for a moment, her turquoise eyes glancing around and soon finding Whis, who smiled down at her.

"Good show, Kassava. You fought well."

Kassava kept a flat expression, her eyes soon leaving Whis.

"Where's Vegetto?"

Whis stifled a small chuckle.

"He's probably outside the vault meditating. You should've seen him."

Kassava frowned in response, turning her head down.

"I made him mad, didn't I? I shouldn't have begged him for help like that."

Whis nodded.

"Perhaps not, but he wasn't ignoring you. He didn't get mad at you either."

Kassava raised an eyebrow, turning towards the Supreme Kai of Time who placed her hands on her hips.

"I've seen him get upset at Trunks for failing him, or when he gets mad at others for a mission gone wrong. I've never seen him like this before."

Whis kept his half smile.

"It's because he loves her."

The Supreme Kai of Time reached up, rubbing her forehead.

"Whis...love is a very strong emotional connection. That's not what this is."

Whis blinked, the explanation from the Supreme Kai clearly confusing him.

"Really? How many stages of love are there?"

Kassava stared back at Whis with her mouth slightly open.

"You can't be serious right now."

Whis shrugged his shoulders slightly.

"I was under the impression that he was upset because he couldn't help you. Whatever emotional connection you've established is clearly there: why else would he care about you dying if you didn't mean some sort of sentimental value to him outside of being his rival? And if that emotional bond is not love, then what is it?"

The Elder Kai shook his head.

"Love is more than just an emotional bond. In all my years studying mortals in this universe, I have come to known their tendencies best and have become an expert on these relationships they form."

Whis perked up slightly, turning his attention to the Elder Kai eagerly.

"Oh?"

The Elder Kai grinned.

"In order for Vegetto to love her, he must also have the desire to mate with her for reproductive purposes. Without the physical attraction, it can't be true love. A husband and wife who do not bear children selfishly bring their race closer to extinction."

Whis rubbed his chin, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"I see. So love requires both an emotional and a physical bond?"

The Supreme Kai of Time groaned loudly, letting her arms droop.

"You're both idiots!"

Kassava shook her head, giggling to herself for a moment.

"Well...while you two educate Whis here on...whatever topic that is...I'm going to go talk to Vegetto."

She turned her eyes to Whis, however, watching the taller angel swing his staff out to block her path before she could bolt out of the room.

"Oh, one more thing."

Kassava blinked, staring back at Whis who regained his small smile.

"You haven't reverted back to your normal form yet. Maintain that transformation: Vegetto's next training for you involves you staying in that form for a prolonged period of time."

Kassava nodded once in recognition, watching Whis turn back to the Elder Kai with an intrigued expression.

"Now...if love requires both physical and emotional connections, then what is it when an individual feels both, but only acts upon one?"

The Elder Kai rubbed his chin for a moment, thinking heavily as Kassava soon left the three gods alone in the vault.

"Well...I suppose it's love because they still hold the feelings without stating them. Now, if it involves her sister, then that's another realm of opportunities we can explore."

Whis narrowed his eyes.

"A sister? What does that have to do with anything?"

The Elder Kai lifted a finger, closing his eyes.

"Because an identical candidate that shares the same physical qualities can alter your connections. If a mortal had a physical attraction towards the same qualities, they could develop the emotional connection unwittingly to the identical twin. Therefore, falling in love with them."

Whis' eyes perked, nodding once.

"Ah yes...I can see how that would occur. You are very well versed on this topic."

The Supreme Kai of Time facepalmed.

"No! He really isn't!"

She sighed heavily, placing her hands back on her hips.

"Ok Whis. There are many different types of love, starting with family and emotional."

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With his legs crossed underneath him, Vegetto sat with his gloved hands gripping onto his knees, his eyes shut. He held a relaxed expression, breathing in steadily and turning his head slightly to the sound of footsteps shifting through the grass behind him, a familiar voice speaking first.

"You seem a little tense."

Vegetto kept his head forward, his dual voice flat.

"I thought you would be upset with me."

Trunks stared down with narrowed eyes, moving around to Vegetto's left side and looming over him.

"You did break my favorite sword...again."

Vegetto scoffed lightly.

"Maybe you should stop bringing it then."

Trunks' glare intensified slightly.

"Always a lesson to teach me, huh? Can't ever apologize for hurting me?"

Vegetto finally turned his head up.

"Why? Am I wrong?"

Trunks instantly replied, his voice tense but still flat.

"No."

Vegetto grunted, turning his attention back to the serene pond in front of him.

"Then you won't get an apology out of me."

Trunks crossed his arms.

"How about for nearly killing me? Gonna apologize for that or just sit on your high horse?"

Vegetto glanced down for a moment, inhaling deeply before slowly pushing himself off the ground.

"You choose the wrong side, you got hurt for it. Don't blame me for your stupid decisions."

Trunks moved slightly to stand directly in front of Vegetto, locking his glare with his.

"Yeah, I can see that now. Maybe it was a stupid decision, wanting respect from you. Since you can't ever admit when you go too far."

Vegetto glanced away immediately, turning slightly.

"Let's not do this now, Trunks. I don't want to fight you, and I'd rather not make things worse without-"

"Hey guys!"

Vegetto and Trunks both perked up, turning towards Kassava who casually strode up to the two. Trunks' eyes widened first, looking over the various bruises and cuts that nearly covered her entire up body, Kassava blinking in confusion at the sight of Trunks' concerned expression.

"What the hell happened to you?"

Vegetto kept wide eyes as well, looking her over.

"You...did it."

Trunks turned his head, staring at Vegetto while Kassava grinned, proudly placing her hands on her hips.

"Yup! I'm a Super Saiyan now!"

Trunks continued to stare back at Vegetto, watching with wide eyes as the fused warrior broke out into a small smirk.

"Took you long enough."

Kassava grimaced slightly, frowning for a second before scoffing back at Vegetto.

"Well...maybe it would've been faster if someone knew how to train his students properly."

Vegetto sighed lightly, shrugging his shoulders.

"Maybe."

Trunks' mouth slowly opened in shock, staring at Vegetto while he crossed his arms.

"In any case, you've ascended. We should get started on the next lesson right away, seeing that you're still in that form."

Kassava nodded her head once, reaching up and scratching inside her blonde spikes.

"Yeah, Whis said it'd be about about staying in this form for a long time or something?"

Vegetto nodded.

"Yes, the Super Saiyan transformation is a great powerup. But it drains your stamina almost as quickly as the Kaioken: you must learn to master the form if you want to utilize its power to its full potential. In order to that, you'll need to let your body get used to the form's effect on your body."

He uncrossed his arms.

"You'll need to hold that form for about...one week if you want to be able to sustain that form without any loss in stamina."

Kassava raised an eyebrow.

"So that's it? Stay Super Saiyan for one week?"

Vegetto nodded, his smirk growing.

"That's correct. After one week, you'll be ready to face your final test."

He raised his right arm, his thumb pointing to himself.

"We are going to have a rematch: you have one week to master that transformation and come up with a plan to defeat me."

Kassava's eyes widened, the color leaving her face. She shook her head rapidly, regaining her focus and speaking in quick sentences.

"Wait wait wait, what? Don't you remember what happened last time?"

Vegetto stifled a small chuckle.

"Yes, but this time, you have tools at your disposal. Our rematch will go very differently than the first spar we had."

Kassava shook her head.

"And what if you beat me down horribly again?!"

Vegetto's smirk morphed into a warm smile, locking his eyes with her.

"I won't."

Kassava blinked, caught offguard by the sudden shift in the fused warrior's tone.

"You're not going to lose this time, Kassava. I can feel it. You're the most intelligent warrior I've ever seen, and now, you have the raw power to overcome me. You just have to figure out a plan to win, and execute it perfectly."

Trunks frowned, glancing away at Vegetto's last comment while Kassava nearly mimicked his exact expression, for different reasons. She dropped her shoulders, keeping her frown strong.

"Do you really mean it? Or are you just trying to get me to do something with a lie again?"

Vegetto's smile disappeared, staring back at her.

"I'm...sorry about that. This is nothing like what I told you earlier: I really believe you have what it takes to win here. Just..."

Kassava perked her head up, the uncharacteristic shift in Vegetto's tone drawing her attention.

"Please trust me on this."

Kassava rubbed her chin in response, narrowing her eyes slightly.

"Hmmm...I'll trust you on one condition."

Vegetto raised an eyebrow, watching Kassava break out into a small smirk.

"Be honest about what we talked about earlier."

The confusion was clear on Vegetto's expression, eyeing her as he spoke with a flat tone.

"What we talked about?"

Kassava grunted lightly, using both hands to gesture to her upper body.

"How do I look?"

Vegetto paused for a moment, his response slow.

"You look like a mess?"

Kassava deadpanned at the response, facepalming and wiping some of the blood away from her forehead.

"No, you idiot! I meant, do I look good with the blonde hair like you thought?"

Vegetto's eyes widened, perking up at the realization.

"Oh, right that!"

He chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head.

"Yeah yeah, of course you do!"

Kassava's glare intensified.

"You're not just saying that?"

Vegetto quickly dropped his arm, recollecting himself.

"No, I mean it. You do..uh...look beautiful."

Kassava broke out into a smirk, placing her hands on her hips proudly.

"Thank you. But that's only part of my condition, you know."

Vegetto blinked, watching her wag a finger at him with a grin.

"If I beat you, you get what you want. But I deserve something from this too besides bragging rights."

Vegetto raised his eyebrow once again.

"Like what?"

Kassava's grin widened.

"You have to take me out to dinner if I beat you. And pay for it all."

Vegetto's eyes narrowed, but the fused warrior broke out into a smirk as well.

"That's it? Fine, I can accept those terms."

Trunks blinked, watching the two reach out and shake hands. Vegetto turned on his heel first, starting his stride towards the Time Vault.

"Don't worry about any missions at the Time Vault: I can take care of anything Towa might throw at us. Take Trunks here, maybe he can teach you a few things about fighting so you can be prepared for the rematch."

He kept a strong smirk, finally leaving the two behind while Kassava turned towards Trunks. Her happy expression diminished, seeing Trunks' somber expression. Her eyes perked up slightly, the sight of Trunks' lips lifting into a small half smile confusing her a bit before he spoke.

"The last time I saw him like this, is when I transformed into a Super Saiyan Blue for the first time. It's been a long time since I've seen him happy for a change."

Kassava blinked hard.

"Wait...Super Saiyan Blue? What is that?"

Trunks frowned, turning towards her.

"He didn't tell you about that form?"

Kassava shook her head once in response, Trunks rubbing his chin.

"Oh...well that might be a small problem then. Well...here let me show you."

Kassava took a step back instinctively, watching Trunks suddenly clench his fists together and let out a thunderous roar. The entire ground shook, gusts of fierce winds shaking the whole area as Kassava yelped, being thrown back from the powerful force. The blinding white light that had engulfed Trunks' body shattered into shards shortly afterwards, the blue aura rapidly engulfing his entire body as his hair and pupils changed to a match shade of blue.

Kassava gasped, her mouth wide open as she stared at the sight of the glittering blue particles floating up around his body.

"This is the latest Saiyan transformation, Super Saiyan Blue. You attain this form by harnessing the power of the gods, and then amplifying that energy as a Super Saiyan. Originally, the form was nearly too taxing on the body to maintain when you weren't fully recovered and able to withstand the drain it had on your stamina. But like how Vegetto instructed you to master the original Super Saiyan transformation, we've managed to acclimate our bodies to the elevated state. With perfect ki control and our bodies being used to the form's effects, we can utilize the power of a god to near perfect potential."

Kassava blinked hard.

"The...power of a...WHAT?!?!"

Trunks blinked, watching Kassava angrily swing her arms down. Her golden aura rapidly flared up in the display of rage, her voice raised into a shout.

"Why the hell didn't any of you tell me this BEFORE I made that bet with him?!?!?!"

Trunks rubbed his chin.

"Well...he wouldn't have lied to you about it if he really thought you could win. Either he thinks you can overcome the form, or he doesn't plan to use it. In any case, I don't think it would really change anything."

The blue aura rapidly dissippated, Trunks having descended down to his normal state and smiling back at Kassava.

"Why don't we go pay your brother a visit? Maybe we can all work something out and come up with a plan after you've recovered a little bit from your training."

Kassava grunted, crossing her arms and silently following after Trunks as the two exited the Time Nest back into Canton City.

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"But if she really loved Yamcha, then why did she ditch him for Vegeta?"

The Supreme Kai of Time pinched the bridge of her nose, the Elder Kai smirking in his confident argument.

"Because no matter what way you look at it, romantic love requires a physical attraction. It is impossible to deny it."

Vegetto eyed the Elder Kai warily as he moved up to the group, having heard part of the conversation once he had entered the Time Vault.

"What on earth are you going on about this time, old man?"

Whis kept a half smile.

"You're looking a little more enthusiastic than usual. I take it your conversation with Kassava went well?"

Vegetto kept a smirk.

"Yes, she's ready for her final test. I'm giving her a week to master the Super Saiyan transformation. Once she's done that, we're going to fight again in a rematch."

Whis' smile immediately dropped.

"A rematch? So soon?"

Vegetto nodded.

"She'll need to see how far she's come, in another test. I've manged to convince her that she can beat me, but even though she'll fail in being able to beat me, it'll be the perfect opportunity to introduce her to the Super Saiyan Blue transformation. As well as do away with the foolish techniques she will cling to in the rematch."

Whis narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice flat.

"So...you're already sure of her strategy to beat you?"

Vegetto nodded once more.

"She'll try to combine the Kaioken with the Super Saiyan form. With a ten times multiplier, she'll be a little shy of Kakarot's power as a Super Saiyan 3. It won't nearly be enough to contend with me, and I'll show her that relying on that technique is dangerous. It'll help in showing her the efficiency of mastering Super Saiyan Blue instead once she reaches that level."

Whis kept his frown, staring down at Vegetto.

"You're forgetting an important detail again. You may have gotten away with betraying her trust this time, but if she finds out you're lying again, don't you think that might break her spirit?"

Vegetto kept a small frown, sighing lightly.

"No. I have a plan to make it up to her after she loses: we made a deal. She wanted me to take her out for dinner one night if she beats me, and if I honor that deal even when she loses, I'm sure she'll be content enough with the results. She'll learn the valuable lesson of humility and get what she wants all at once."

Whis' unconvinced expression remained, staring down at Vegetto and speaking with a flat tone.

"I see."

He mused to himself for a moment, suddenly breaking out into a half smile and nodding to the three.

"If you'll excuse me, I have to return to Lord Beerus for a moment. If Zamasu shows up, do call and I will be happy to return right away."

The angel quickly turned on his heel, moving out of the vault to leave the Kais behind with Vegetto. The fused warrior watched Whis leave with narrowed eyes, a frown etched on his face. The Supreme Kai of Time raised an eyebrow, staring up.

"Is something wrong Vegetto?"

Vegetto kept his attention locked on the exit even after Whis disappeared, his dual voice flat.

"He's up to something."

The Supreme Kai of Time sighed, shaking her head.

"Well, whatever it is, I'm sure it can't hurt too much. In the mean time, while you wait for Kassava to master the form, we should make sure Zamasu and Towa don't show up and take advantage of you being distracted. Let's take a look at the scroll and go out on a few patrols, alright?"

Vegetto nodded curtly in response, moving towards the table and turning his attention to the scroll.
 
Chapter 16: New Mentor

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"These apartments smell really bad."

Trunks cringed heavily, walking up the wooden staircase behind Kassava with his arms at his sides. She glanced over her shoulder, her face flat as her turquoise eyes locked with his.

"Eh, you get used to it. It would be nice though, if you could get us some better management for the living spaces though."

Trunks shrugged his shoulders.

"Canton City's grown a lot faster than we thought. The kinds of threats we're dealing with on a daily basis need to slow down a little bit before we can focus on the luxuries of the city."

Kassava snorted, stepping onto the level hallway ground first and rolling her eyes slightly.

"Yeah, decent apartments to live in sure is a luxury."

Trunks followed after her, ignoring the sarcastic comment and moving up with her to the third door on the left side of the wall. Kassava reached down, grasping onto the knob for a moment before a small crunching of metal rung out. Kassava blinked, pulling her hand back and holding the now crushed metal door knob in her right hand.

"What the?"

Trunks chuckled at the sight, crossing his arms.

"Don't worry, that's pretty normal. You're gonna have to get used to the strength like the rest of us did."

Kassava sighed lightly, lifting her arm up and preparing to knock on the door. However, she tensed instinctively at her wrist being suddenly restricted by Trunks' grasp, her eyebrow raising as she turned to him.

"Hang on, let me knock. You might break the door too."

Trunks then reached out, lightly tapping on the door with his free fist. A few seconds passed by, the sound of the doorknob shaking on the other side followed by Genn's confused and muffled voice.

"What the hell is wrong with this-"

"Genn, the doorknob is broken on this side. Just pull a little harder."

Trunks and Kassava stood silently, waiting for the door to finally shoot open from the forceful pull on the other side, Genn panting lightly as he stepped up to the now open door frame. He blinked hard, his attention landing on Kassava.

"Woah...is that you Kass?"

Kassava grinned, placing her hands proudly on her hip.

"Yup! I did it Genn; you're looking at the first Super Saiyan in our family!"

Genn stifled a small chuckle, moving to the side as he gestured for them both to enter. Kassava brushed past him quickly, moving into the living room and leaping over the top of the couch to land comfortably onto the cushions on the other side. Genn nodded once to Trunks before shutting the door and following after Kassava, crossing his arms as he stood behind the couch.

"Heh, when did you start caring about family legacy?"

Kassava shrugged her shoulders.

"Since we actually accomplished something worthwhile for once."

Genn cocked an eyebrow.

"What about saving our home planet from tyranny?"

Kassava scoffed, waving Genn away.

"Bah, that was small time. We're in the big leagues now, Genn! The legendary transformation of a warrior race we didn't even know we were really apart of until coming here. Think about it!"

Genn rubbed his chin, glancing up to the ceiling as Kassava shifted around on the couch, sitting on her knees and her arms resting on the top of the couch in facing towards Genn.

"Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen a female Super Saiyan either."

Trunks chuckled slightly, finding a seat at a table near the couch and relaxing into it.

"There hasn't been one that we know of."

He then furrowed his brow, rubbing his chin.

"I think I'm forgetting someone though."

Kassava's grin grew wider, bouncing up a little on the couch.

"See? We did it Genn, we made history! You've finally made the difference you've always wanted to make!"

Genn smirked, his eyebrow still raised.

"In what? I didn't even help you transform, let alone do anything helpful for anyone else."

Trunks' eyes sharpened a little at the following comment, his own voice raising slightly but still flat in tone.

"That reminds me."

Genn turned his head, looking at Trunks in anticipation.

"I took a bit of a beating in protecting you Genn. I think it's time you gave me a more detailed explanation about what it is you really want."

Genn frowned in response, his voice lowering in volume.

"I thought you knew what I wanted."

Trunks nodded once.

"I do. But just how do you plan on doing that? If you're still here, then you must've said something that impressed Vegetto enough to spare you."

Genn scratched the back of his head.

"I don't really remember what I told him, and I also don't really know how I'm going to do it. I'm just...going with the flow, I guess. Just trying to help, and hoping it becomes clear, you know?"

Kassava rolled her eyes.

"He wants to save the entire universe. Probably by being the top Patroller in Canton City."

Genn snapped his head towards Kassava.

"Hey, you know I'm not cut out for that."

Kassava smirked back in response.

"Oh right, I forgot about how you gave up on that plan. You started making me do the dirty work for you."

Genn smiled, nodding once proudly.

"Exactly. If I'm too weak to help anyone, then I can help the strong person get there!"

Kassava giggled back, resting her head on top of the sofa and rolling her eyes, speaking with a sarcastic tone.

"Yup, the perfect plan."

Trunks had smiled slightly at the conversation, but Kassava's final comment prompted his eyes to narrow once more. He took a moment to sigh lightly to himself, before turning his gaze to Kassava.

"And what do you want again, Kassava? Everyone seems interested in what you can do for them...but no one's taken the time to ask what you want out of all this."

Kassava perked her head up slightly, blinking for a moment. The question had clearly caught her off guard, reaching up and scratching the top of her head inside the golden bundles of spiked hair for a moment.

"I...well...I want Genn to succeed in this little mission of his."

Genn smirked, his voice sarcastic.

"Awww, how sweet."

Kassava stuck her tongue out in response, the two sharing a laugh for a moment before Trunks' serious tone cut through their moment and stifled the laughter for them.

"But what about you? You want Genn to redeem himself, you want to help Vegetto accomplish his goal. But no one knows what you want for yourself."

Kassava narrowed her eyes, her tone defensive.

"I could ask you the same thing."

Trunks raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

Kassava nodded.

"Yeah, you're the one getting picked on by Vegetto everyday, yet you're still defending him and rolling over whenever he insults you for the same 'family reasons'. Why do I have to want something for myself? Can't it be enough in wanting to help my brother erase this negativity following him around?"

Trunks lowered his eyebrow, his strong glare returning.

"It could be, if you like coming up short and failing nearly every single mission."

Kassava snorted.

"I didn't fail the last one, did I?"

Trunks scoffed, reaching down into his coat pocket. A small scroll appeared from the pouch, his gloved hand tightly gripping it for a moment and waving it slightly towards her.

"Actually, you did. I was watching the whole thing from my hospital room, Kassava. I knew Vegetto was going to send you on the Namek training mission to push you to ascend after failing the first time, and I know how you did it. The only thing you succeeded in attaining was the transformation, and you didn't do it because you were thinking about Genn or Vegetto, did you?"

Kassava kept her scowl, her voice lowering slightly.

"Why do you care?"

Trunks tucked the scroll back in his pocket.

"Because I want to help you, Kassava. I'm starting to see why Vegetto picked you, but the problem still remains: you don't have a clue what makes you special at all, do you? If you don't know, then how do you plan on helping him?"

Kassava rolled her eyes.

"Please, Trunks. He's been a dick to you ever since I started showing up to the Time Nest. What, do you really think he's going to stop being rude to you if I end up beating him? This is just going to continue."

Trunks dipped his head.

"No, it won't if you win. He needs this...more than you can possibly imagine. But unless you share the same interests, it won't work."

Kassava snorted again.

"What makes you think that?"

Trunks lifted his head.

"Because that's why I failed him."

Kassava blinked, watching Trunks sigh to himself before continuing.

"He's a warrior, Kassava. He always has been, and he always will be. I know we weren't exactly being nice to one another, but deep down, he does care because he didn't start out like this. When I first made that wish to summon a powerful warrior to lead the Patrol, he was a broken man that wanted to create something real for himself. He wanted more than just an identity: he wanted a family that he could call his own. One that wasn't just the memories of the two beings that were responsible for his creation. And no matter how many lines we cross with one another, I know that he still cares about me as much as I do about him."

He glanced to the side.

"So we all agreed to rely on each other: him, myself, and the Supreme Kai of Time. We took on the universe itself, and came out on top of Demigra's insidious plan to break the timestream. We trained, we grew stronger to face the enemies of the Patrol. But it was never enough for Vegetto: there was always a new power to obtain, always a new limit to conquer. He kept pushing and pushing for me to grow stronger with him, to realize new heights almost every single day."

Genn frowned, watching Trunks turn back towards the two.

"But...I couldn't do it. I got tired of it...tired of always fighting. Tired of being better, purely for the sake of it. Because deep down, I know I'm not a warrior like him. I don't enjoy training to get stronger, I don't love the fight like he does. I do what I do to protect the innocent of this universe, and that mission was accomplished. So we drifted apart a bit, and with no one left in the time stream to challenge him, he grew restless. He started pushing us away, becoming lost in this hunt to find a rival to not only match him, but to constantly grow with him. Just as Vegeta and Goku did together, even if they never trained with each other."

Trunks' eyes narrowed.

"And now he has a chance, to find that warrior he has been searching for. To gain what I couldn't give him as family."

The glare sharpened slightly, Kassava bowing her head slightly.

"And he's stuck with you. A spoiled girl, who treats it like a joke."

Kassava kept her head bowed slightly, her voice coming out weak.

"Then...what is it?"

Trunks raised an eyebrow.

"Huh?"

Kassava inhaled deeply, lifting her head and meeting his eyes while raising her voice.

"What is it then, huh?! Why do all of you constantly keep pushing this 'you're so special Kassava! please help us!' crap onto me?!"

Trunks frowned in response, resting back into the chair.

"Because you are a warrior, just like him. The pain is new, and like everyone that is spoiled and only used to winning, you cry and get upset when you taste real defeat for the first time. But deep down, you love the thrill of the fight. The challenge excites you, even if you fear the results of failing. It's why you were so excited about the Super Saiyan form: you know damn well it's not enough to overcome him and you were still afraid to even fight him with the new power. But you didn't care because you finally accomplished something meaningful for yourself, not anyone else. What you spent your entire life trying to find in that little martial arts studio on your homeworld came in the form of a transformation today, and you know that you want more."

His narrowed eyes lightened in intensity, his voice still firm.

"But if you keep trying to hide behind everyone else and what they want, you're going to lose sight of what it is that Vegetto really values in you."

Kassava groaned slightly, resting her chin on top of the back of her hands that lay on the top of the sofa.

"It's pointless anyway. What good will any of that do if we still don't have a plan to beat him?"

All three perked their heads up, turning towards the sound of another light knock on the door. Genn blinked, moving towards the door with the muffled sound of Whis' voice on the other side.

"Hello! I think I may be able to help you there."

Genn cocked an eyebrow, pulling the door open and watching Whis step through the doorway without waiting for a welcome. His eyes followed Whis, who smiled down at the rest of them.

"Forgive me, I couldn't help myself from listening in."

Trunks kept a flat expression.

"It's fine, Whis. What's your plan to help us?"

Whis kept his smile, turning his head towards Trunks.

"Well...it sounded like you had an idea as well. So let's hear yours first before I share mine."

Trunks smirked back in response, crossing his arms.

"It wasn't much of an idea, since we have no way to make it happen. If we want her to become strong enough to face Vegetto head on, then she needs the power of a god."

Genn perked up, grinning slightly.

"Right, there's a ritual we can do! The Super Saiyan God, and then she can learn to wield that power on her own in the time we have left!"

Kassava raised an eyebrow.

"Super Saiyan God?"

Trunks nodded.

"In the early chapters of Saiyan history, a small group of Saiyans rose to fight against the evils committed by the fellow members of their race. With five righteous Saiyans channeling their energy into one, they gave birth to the Super Saiyan God: a Saiyan transformation with the power of a god. Since it's most recent inception within history, the Supreme Kai of Time has done her best to make sure the power of a god does not end up in the wrong hands."

He sighed.

"The most recent incarnation, the ritual where Goku became a Super Saiyan God, is constantly under surveillance by the Supreme Kai as well as Vegetto. They would know the second we would load into that instance in history, and they would stop us from harnessing that ritual for Kassava."

Genn frowned.

"But what about the original Super Saiyan God? Could we not look into that one?"

Whis perked his eyebrows, watching Trunks shake his head before speaking.

"No, that particular instance has been sealed away before even the Supreme Kai of Time's service to the timeline. You should know that the ritual Goku used to transform was not complete: the true Super Saiyan God is born from the power of five, full blooded Saiyans."

Whis' tone shifted, the intrigue clear in his voice.

"Ah...and the ritual performed on Earth was completed with only two. So are you saying the half blooded Saiyans diluted the ritual itself?" 

Trunks nodded once.

"Exactly, which is why Goku only transformed into a weaker version of the original. The power of a Super Saiyan God is stated to rival that of even Lord Beerus himself, and whatever came before the Supreme Kai of Time knew it as well. That history is sealed away in a secure location, with magical seals that Towa could never break with her alchemy alone." 

Kassava frowned, dipping her head down.

"So...without five righteous Saiyans or even half bloods that are willing to help us, we're back to square one."

Whis turned his head towards Kassava, smiling down at her.

"Not quite. Power isn't the only way to win a fight, Kassava."

Kassava grunted slightly, keeping her eyes forward and barely moving her head.

"It's the most important factor though."

Whis' smile diminished slightly, but his tone remained light.

"Yes, but you forgot that you still have another technique to raise your power. The Kaioken."

Kassava blinked, lifting her head and meeting Whis' eyes with her own.

"I can add the Kaioken on top of this?"

Whis nodded once.

"Yes, although you will likely need to master this form first. The stamina drain is currently too much to handle, but if you can acclimate to the form, then you would only have to worry about the Kaioken's damaging effect on your body, correct?"

Trunks' eyes widened.

"That's right."

Kassava frowned, raising an eyebrow.

"But even with the Kaioken, that's a huge power gap I need to overcome. How many times would I need to power up to match Vegetto?"

Whis kept his smile.

"Well, given that not only has his base power has massively improved over the years and he also can wield the power of a Super Saiyan Blue without any drain to his stamina, it is likely impossible to catch up to him with only the Kaioken."

Kassava narrowed her eyes into a glare, her voice rising in anger.

"Then why the hell are you suggesting it?!"

Whis chuckled.

"I was just merely making a suggestion, as you seem to care a lot about matching his power than beating him in other areas. I've talked to him already, and he expects you to multiply your power by ten with the Kaioken in the rematch."

Genn blinked.

"Wait, so that's what all this is about? You're going to fight him again?"

Whis nodded.

"Indeed, although he might have had a different plan than he let on. Even with a ten times multiplier added onto your power, you would be no where close to even Vegetto's Super Saiyan power, let alone Blue."

Kassava frowned back in response.

"Then why did he say I could beat him?"

Whis kept his smile.

"Because again, there is more to combat than simply power. He expects you to only be capable of Kaioken times ten, and nothing else."

He raised his pointer finger.

"That, is what we will exploit. If you and your brother will accompany me, I'll complete your training and show you how to master those techniques."

Kassava perked her head up, turning towards Genn, who only shrugged his shoulders in response. She then grinned, turning back to Whis and eagerly nodding her head once.

"Alright, great! Can we get started tonight?"

Whis stifled a small chuckle, nodding.

"If you feel you are ready. We'll leave for my planet at once."

He turned on his heel, heading towards the door with Kassava and Genn following after him, but came to a stop at the sound of Trunks' voice.

"Hang on, Whis."

Trunks moved up to the three, having risen from his seat and nodding to Genn and Kassava.

"You two go ahead and wait for us downstairs. I want to talk to Whis about something in private real quick."

Kassava and Genn both glanced at each other, shrugging their shoulders before quickly filing out of the open door way and disappearing down the hall. Trunks' narrowed eyes watch the pair leave, waiting a few seconds before turning up to meet Whis' eyes.

"What are you really planning here, Whis?"

Whis raised an eyebrow.

"Planning?"

Trunks nodded once.

"You're an angel, sent to keep Lord Beerus in check. It's not like you to get involved with the training of one of our Time Patrollers, no matter how much potential she may have."

Whis broke out into a small, half smile.

"Perhaps it is, when the strongest fighter in the universe has the ability to run rampant over the time stream and destroy history. The damage he could inflict on even Lord Beerus would be irreparable."

Trunks crossed his arms.

"If you don't want to tell me the specifics, that's fine. But I want to know: what did Vegetto tell you about the rematch? If he already expects her to be a certain power level, surely he can't possibly be assuming he would really lose to her, would he?"

Whis' smile disappeared, his expression falling flat.

"No, he expects to win. He was planning to use this match to teach her a lesson that would not succeed, given the circumstances."

Trunks grunted, glancing down slightly.

"Of course not, he's getting too caught up with pushing too hard again."

However, Trunks perked his head up at the sound of Whis' warm voice.

"That's why I didn't tell her the full truth. She thinks that he believes in her, and he does not expect her to actually succeed. So, in order to prevent this fallout from occuring, all we need to do is make sure she succeeds, correct?"

Trunks kept his frown, his voice softening.

"Do you really think she can win? Even if you train her?"

Whis nodded once.

"Of course I can. Perhaps I could even show you a few things about your training that need improvement."

Trunks' smirk returned, nodding once.

"That would be a nice change of pace."

Whis nodded in recognition, the two exiting the apartment together and moving down the hallway.

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Unknown Space

"How is he?"

"Strong, but still not strong enough. He's tapped into the power of a god, but judging from the output Vegetto displayed in Trunks' timeline, he still needs more time to train."

Zamasu frowned at Towa's report, turning his head away. He stared out into the dark abyss before him, the wind billowing around his robes on the balcony he and Towa stood on.

"I don't wish to wait any longer for him to improve. We must begin the first stage of the plan now, while the Patrol is fractured."

Towa frowned as well.

"What does it matter if they are fractured? The first part of this plan can still happen no matter if they face you together or if it's only Vegetto."

Zamasu nodded.

"Which is why I am going to make my move now."

Waving his right hand in a circular motion, Zamasu stared on with a blank expression as energy began to swirl in the direction he spun his hand. A small oval shaped portal soon appeared, the volatile energy whirring to life as he spoke over it.

"You know what you have to do to see the revival of your realm. He will give you the power to complete your task. I will see you when it is time to bring the Patrol down to its knees."

Towa stared on, her expression flat as she watched Zamasu float through the portal and disappear seconds later.
 
Chapter 17: Warrior's Insight

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Lord Beerus' Homeworld, Present Timeline

Kassava's wide eyes continued to dart around at the sky above, the awe in her expression matching Trunks' as both walked alongside Whis, who kept his head forward. Genn followed after the two, his own attention turning towards the forest line a few meters off from their side instead of the stars. Having moved into the center of the open field, Whis promptly turned on his heel, facing towards the three warriors with a small smile.

"Now, there are a few small details I must go over before we begin the training. For starters..."

His smile disappeared.

"I do not normally train students, aside from a few exceptions. My only job is to guide the gods of this universe to rule it well, and so far, I have lived up to the first half of it."

Trunks raised an eyebrow.

"Half? You mean there are two gods of destruction?"

Whis shook his head.

"No, but there is supposed to be a god of time."

Trunks blinked hard in response.

"A god...of time?"

Whis nodded.

"Yes. The universe flows concurrently between two forces of nature: the force of reality, and the force of time. The god of destruction is charged with the power to shape reality as he sees fit, as all creation begins with destruction. However, outside of that immediately reality, is time. The only force of nature that does not bow to physical power, where even Lord Beerus can be manipulated and altered by its effects."

Trunks frowned.

"Demigra tried to control Beerus, but it had no effect on him. I always thought he was immune to the type of magic that affects the time?"

Whis' smile returned.

"What you saw was Beerus' resistance of Demigra's magic, not of time itself. Imagine instead, if Demigra learned of Beerus' own history, and decided to alter even the smallest event in time that would change the course of his development. He could erase the god of destruction from history by simply moving a blade of grass in the wrong direction, thanks to the power of the butterfly effect."

He then turned his head back towards the others.

"So, with that power circumventing the reality in which all life resides, the original creator deemed the necessary need for not only a god of destruction, but a god of time as well. A figure of immense power, capable of managing the timestream and preventing any threats from altering the course of history. Just as the Supreme Kais of the universe are bound to a god of destruction to create balance in reality, so too should the Supreme Kai of Time serve the god of time."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Or at least, that is how it works in other universes. This universe has become special in the eyes of the other universes over the past few centuries, in how Chronoa has stubbornly refused to bind her soul to a being worthy of replacing your original god of time and creating this 'Time Patrol' instead. Perhaps she has done it because she wanted to use that Patrol to test candidates, but so far, we have not seen her come close to choosing a replacement."

Kassava raised an eyebrow.

"What happened to the first god of time?"

Whis shrugged his shoulders once more.

"I am honestly unsure, but..."

His eyes turned towards Trunks.

"Your mentioning of the original Super Saiyan God being contained by a power that came before Chronoa is most unsettling in this regard. Around what year, do you imagine, the Saiyan God appeared?"

Trunks kept his frown, glancing down.

"I don't know, it happened around a few million or so years ago. She keeps that scroll locked away, so we haven't ever looked into exact dates."

Whis nodded once.

"A few million years...that is too close together in approximate history to be a coincidence. The original god of time vanished around the same era in history of the original Super Saiyan God's appearance, if your guess is correct."

Trunks narrowed his eyes.

"So you think this god of time and the original Super Saiyan God fought?"

Whis nodded.

"It is very possible, although we would have to look into it to be certain."

Genn frowned as well.

"I remember seeing the history of the Super Saiyan God on Earth. Shenron said he was fighting the evil of the Saiyans, why would he be fighting a god of time?"

Whis' smile lifted slightly.

"Evil is a very relative term, Genn. Sides of conflicts tend to be more than just 'good versus evil', and have many sorts of context to them that Shenron might not have known."

He raised his free hand, his pointer finger extending to the sky.

Think about it: imagine if Zamasu arrived on this world, right here. Right now."

He cocked an eyebrow.

"If you two fought, would it be a battle of good versus evil?"

Genn furrowed his brow, his voice somewhat weak.

"Y...yes?"

Whis' eyes narrowed.

"Really? Apart from Zamasu's own beliefs, the ruined lives left in your wake would beg to differ."

Genn's frowned deepened, his head lowering.

"I'm not that person anymore though..."

Whis bowed his head slightly.

"It matters not who you are now: the damage you have caused is still there. You cannot change it, and no amount of lives saved will undo that destruction. You may save the universe ten times over, but you will never have the chance to save the people you have hurt growing into who you are now."

Kassava's glare fired up, stepping in between Whis and Genn and clenching her fists together.

"Leave him alone, he doesn't deserve this."

Whis' smile remained strong, his tone ironically warm throughout the criticism.

"Ah, and now we come to you. The caring sister who has enabled this foolish ideology in a bid to fill the own empty void in her chest. Believing the attachment will solve her problems, when she must learn to confront them on her own."

He stifled a small chuckle, eyeing Trunks.

"It's oddly similar to the failed protege over there, enabling the temper tantrums of an intelligent punch jockey capable of wiping out most of the universe in a search for someone worthy to fight because he considers him family."

Trunks narrowed his eyes once Whis had brought him into the discussion, his tone flat.

"What are you getting at here, Whis?"

Whis' smile slightly diminished, but his tone remained warm.

"I am letting you know why there is no current god of time, simply because none of you are capable of possessing that responsibility with your current problems. Which is why I have decided to train all three of you in a manner that will rectify your problems and make you worthy of potentially becoming a candidate for the god of time. Now, in order for me to do so, I must condition you physically and mentally to the point where my teachings will allow me to mold your mind."

He turned towards Trunks and Genn, nodding towards the outerforest.

"I want you two to run one hundred laps around the entire forest, to develop your stamina. At your own pace."

Genn blinked hard at the command, while Trunks turned on his heel, wasting no time in breaking out into a small sprint. Genn watched as Trunks disappeared into the tree line in his dash, glancing back and forth to the treeline and Whis.

"One..hundred laps?"

Whis nodded, his smile remaining.

"Yes, at your own pace. You are welcome to spend as much time as you need to in order to get it done."

Genn kept his frown, glancing down at the floor for a moment before turning his head back up and nodding once promptly before breaking out into a jog. Kassava watched on as the two soon disappeared, her own eyes narrowing.

"This planet looked pretty small. Are you sure one hundred laps would be enough?"

Whis chuckled slightly.

"Of course, the planet's gravity is constantly shifting as we speak. Trunks will end up burning himself out first, as he tends to approach things head on and rarely ever saves his energy or holds back when he believes something important is at stake. However, I am a little uncertain how your brother will handle the shifts in gravity, as some of them tend to be well above five hundred times Earth's gravity."

Kassava blinked.

"Five hundred times?!"

Whis nodded.

"Yes, but don't worry. He can handle it. In any case, you will need to focus on your own training and let him grow on his own."

Kassava kept a small frown for a moment, sighing promptly in response before nodding curtly. She then broke out into a smirk, throwing out a few fists and punching at the air.

"Right, so what training plan are we going to do? Practicing martial arts combos in sparring matches? Intense workouts to make my body stronger? Extensive cardio training?"

She then blinked in confusion, her eyes falling onto the small, brown object resting in Whis' outstretched palm. She glanced in between the small oval shaped item and Whis' smiling face for a moment before speaking.

"Um...what is that?"

"It's a potato."

Kassava's eyebrow twitched, glancing back down at the small spud.

"A...potato?"

Whis nodded, gesturing for the female Super Saiyan to take it. Kassava scoffed, reaching up and grasping onto the spud in her hand with her eyes never leaving Whis.

"What the hell is a potato supposed to do for me?"

Whis reached back into the side of his robe, now that his hand was free.

"One of your greatest flaws is in your inability to control your strength and power, Kassava, even more so now that you have just acquired the power of a Super Saiyan. While it has led to your success in most of your endeavors before, you are now contending with threats to the universe that require more than simply raw power to beat them, as well as those threats having more raw power than you currently possess. If you do not learn how to control your power, you will burn yourself out as quickly as other overly eager fighters have done in the past. As well as being unable to complete the more advanced stages of training I have envisioned for you, that involve you mastering the flow of your own energy."

He then pulled out his hand, the outstretched palm now holding a small, linear shaped metal object next to another brown potato spud no bigger than the size of his knuckle.

"Your first trial is to peel a small brown potato perfectly. I want you to make sure that you remove the entire skin around it, but you must also make sure that you do not peel any of the potato itself. If you create any rigged points or bumpy curves along the potato in the process, you will have to start over."

Kassava raised an eyebrow, staring down at the tools.

"So you only want me to peel one? Why did you give me two?"

Whis' smile rose.

"Because you already crushed the first one."

Kassava blinked, lifting her hand that had grasped the first small potato earlier. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of smashed and sticky paste leaking out the sides of her clenched fist, and sighed heavily. Lowering down onto the grassy plain, Kassava grumbled as she reached up and started to peel away the skin of the upper portion of the potato.

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The tension inside of the Time Vault continued to mount as the two Kais and Vegetto loomed over the scroll in complete silence. Vegetto's narrowed eyes scanned the scene before him, staring down at the image of a lone figure sitting at a small wooden table beneath a large oak tree, the open plain of grass stretching nearly across the entire planet itself. His eyes followed the small cup Zamasu held in his hand, watching him sip casually on his tea for a moment before speaking.

"I have to go in."

The Supreme Kai of Time worriedly turned up towards Vegetto.

"No! This is clearly a trap: we need to figure out what else is going on around this."

Vegetto turned his head slightly towards the Supreme Kai, but kept his eyes trained on Zamasu.

"You wanted me to do my job and find him. Now, he shows up for the first time on our radar and you want me to let him go?"

The Supreme Kai of Time glanced down.

"No...it's just...he wouldn't just put himself out in the open like this unless he was planning something."

Vegetto kept his narrowed eyes, frowning and uncrossing his arms.

"It doesn't matter. We can't sense anything from Towa, and the others won't be much use if I can't handle whatever trap they plan to spring anyway. I have to go in and take this opportunity."


The Elder Kai spoke next, wagging his right pointer finger.

"Be careful in there, Vegetto. This Zamasu is more versed than any other iterations of him that we have seen thus far. He knows his full original history, and has seen where he made mistakes in the past along with having his immortal body once again. You should expect him to be a challenge if he's openly looking for you to arrive."

Vegetto nodded once in response, taking hold of the scroll and disappearing into the blinding white light.

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The small breeze blew the discarded petals around the entire table, Zamusa's green hand slightly covering the top portion of the cup as he continued to sip at his tea. He relaxed fully into his chair for a moment, only perking his eyebrows at the whir the bright white energy ringing out a few meters away. His eyes turned slowly towards the source of the sound, landing on the new arrival. Vegetto's glare locked onto Zamasu, his eyes soon darting to each side for a moment before fully committing his focus to Zamasu.

"All this time to plot your revenge. And you waste it, giving me this opening."

Zamasu's lips rose into a half smile, his expression oddly warm as he turned towards the warrior in his seat.

"I have spent my time better, in learning about the history that I have lived in another life. My kindred spirits, seeking to bring about my dream and the quest they endured."

He rose slowly out of his seat, clasping his arms behind his back. Vegetto's arms tensed slightly, watching Zamasu come to a halt a few feet in front of him.

"And after seeing where I have failed, I have come to a higher understanding. I had misjudged your kind and how I let the burden of sin undo the justice I sought, rather than acknowledging the truths Gowasu tried to show me."

Vegetto scoffed.

"Don't tell me you've given up on your twisted dream."

Zamasu shook his head.

"Of course not. I only wish to share what I have learned with you, over a cup of tea."

His right arm extended out, eyeing Vegetto with a questioning expression.

"Shall I pour you some?"

Vegetto's narrowed eyes fell onto the cart for only a second, the strong glare rapidly turning back to Zamasu.

"I have a better idea. How about I blow you to bits, right here and now."

Zamasu bowed his head slightly, his smile rising.

"You could, but I'm sure you already know about my immortal body. You can't destroy me, and I can't destroy you. So...we talk."

He gestured once again to the seat, Vegetto standing motionless in response. His glare continued to intensify for a few seconds before his right hand suddenly shot up, slapping away a few pink petals that had landed on his shoulder. Zamasu remained calm and poised, his smile strong as he watched Vegetto slowly move towards the already propped chair for him. Zamasu deftly moved to the side of the cart, having quickly poured the green tea into the small ceramic cup about eighty percent of the way before setting the pot back down onto the tile with a slighty clanking of the silverware. Zamasu sighed lightly, lowering himself back into his seat and crossing his right leg over his left, his hands in his lap.

"I must admit, I was not expecting you to take my offer so peacefully, given your current state of mind."

Vegetto's head slightly perked up at the comment, but his glare remained mostly unchanged as Zamasu continued.

"But where I once grew to hate your kind for your evil, barbaric tendencies, I have come to see them in a new light after witnessing my own destruction in history. You see, I was foolish and short sighted in those actions, having allowed the sins of your kind to infect my mind and throw me off the righteous path of justice. You exploited this, overcame my power, and destroyed me."

His head turned slightly towards the tree.

"My master had once said that in order for true justice to exist, there must be a balance between good and evil. That if evil made you lose your way, you must stand your ground and continue your search for the path of good. That true justice, was the search for true righteousness."

Vegetto kept the same glare and frown across his face, his eyes never once leaving Zamasu as the fallen Kaioshin contrasted the angry stare with a warm smile.

"In history, I saw myself, consumed by the evil of your kind. Having sought to take on the sins of mortals to remind myself of what I fought against, but in doing so, allowed the evil to consume me. I see now, that my quest for the ultimate justice is what led to my fall, and for that, I apologize."

Vegetto grunted, nearly rolling his eyes.

"And why should I care about any of this?"

Zamasu leaned forward, his eyes locking with Vegetto's.

"I simply wanted to offer you some appeasement for my actions, as I see now that your kind's existence is necessary for justice to prevail. Without evil, good would have no comparison to help understand what its true qualities are. Without mortals, we would not know what true sin and evil was."

Vegetto's lips lifted into a smirk.

"That's a touching speech, but it still doesn't make you any less of a problem."

Zamasu nodded once.

"Fascinating. I was thinking the same thing, my old nemesis."

Vegetto's smirk disappeared, his glare intensifying as Zamasu's tone darkened.

"I've seen the history, and the events unfold. While Son Goku was a perfect example of mortals who had progressed into the realm of the gods, he was only a minor problem. He simply followed the ways of his kind, and managed to harness the power of the gods. He can be dealt with at any time, and outsmarted easily for he is not a true abomination."

Zamasu's smirk rose slightly, a small hint of enthusiasm rising in his voice.

"But you...you are much different. A man born from the forbidden practice of the gods, granted their power and using their wisdom to manage their universe. You are much more intelligent and dangerous, an abomination rooted in sin attempting to play a role your mind could not possibly master. The ultimate sin of your Supreme Kai of Time had been in the creation of a mortal task force to manage the flow of time, and left unchecked, could lead to the destruction of all that is good."

Vegetto's remained locked with Zamasu, who leaned back in his seat.

"So here we sit, as two sides to a coin: the yin and yang. Good versus evil."

He stifled a small chuckle.

"I see how close you have come to replicate the light of the gods, and while it is blasphemous, I commend you for your efforts. You and I are not so different, but no matter how close you come, you can never stray from your evil tendencies. It is why, even now, your spend all of your resources in training that woman instead of hunting down the sorcerer."

Vegetto broke out into a smirk.

"Are you done?"

Zamasu nodded.

"More or less."

Vegetto kept his smirk, rising up out of his seat and suddenly flipping the table out across the plan. Zamasu watched on with a flat expression as the sound of silverware and wood breaking apart on each other rung out while Vegetto spoke.

"I may not be capable of killing you now, but we will find a way. I'm taking you back to Conton City and we'll hold you there until we find a way to remove that Time Ring on your finger."

His gloved hands suddenly whipped down, grasping onto the collar of Zamasu's robes and hoisting him up slightly into the air.

"As long as the Patrol exists, you will never see your 'justice'."

Zamasu stared back into Vegetto's eyes with a near flat expression, minus his half smile.

"Then your Patrol will die with you."

Vegetto's glare intensified, silently stare back at Zamasu before suddenly nodding to the sky.

"Pull me out now."

Zamasu chuckled darkly, the two soon disappearing together in a bright white light with the pink pedals swirling around the cyclone of energy left in their wake.
 
Chapter 18: Warrior's Spirit

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"Will it hold him?"

Vegetto's narrowed eyes locked with Zamasu's, the two staring at each other through a small line of orange energy in between one another. The fallen Kaioshin stood with his arms behind his back, the small orange cell comprised of the energy fields being small enough to accommodate his body and little more. At Vegetto's side, a small human male clad in light blue and white Saiyan armor eyed Zamasu nervously, despite his calm and controlled voice.

"We constructed the cell in case you posed to be a threat. Zamasu may be immortal, but he is no where close to your potential. Regardless on how feasible it may be to contain your power, his would certainly be insignificant in breaking the barrier."

Vegetto slowly folded his arms up across his chest, his determined stare never once breaking from Zamasu.

"So, this is it, huh? Your magnificent plan, to be captured and taken."

Zamasu's lips rose into a warm smile, his eyes still narrow.

"Indeed. You were easily tricked into completing my plan: I even told you this is what I wanted."

He shook his head for a moment.

"I know your feeble intellect has trouble processing this, but you are not in control here. I could allow the paranoia to ravage your mind as you wonder what it is I am planning, but in truth, I have seen enough of your barbaric destruction for one lifetime. Watching you destroy the misguided gods that have committed one of the gravest of crimes would be a fitting justice, but my curiosity has not yet been completely satisfied."

Zamasu bowed his head slightly, his warm smile turning sinister with his new glare.

"I know of your power for sure, but I have yet to see you truly crumble under the responsibility only a true god could bear."

Vegetto scoffed.

"You know nothing of me."

Zamasu chuckled darkly in response.

"Ah, such arrogance. I know quite a lot actually: about you, about your Time Patrol. The falling out with Trunks, the failed protege...Kassava, was it?"

Vegetto's eyes narrowed slightly in response, Zamasu's own head lifting up with a smirk.

"But most importantly, I know just how strong you are. I have learned much about Son Goku in the time since he defeated me, such as the ability to read a person's thoughts by the slightest of touch. Now of course, I could not read your mind since I was unable to touch your head when you felt the need to lay your disgusting hands upon me. But I did feel something important in your grasp: the latent stores of energy within your body. The godly power, dormant inside you."

Vegetto's eyebrow raised questioningly, Zamasu shaking his head.

"And that power is drastically inferior to his."

Vegetto grunted.

"Who?"

Zamasu chuckled lightly.

"You know exactly who I am talking about. A god who has taken on the sin of your kind, and has mastered the power you failed to fully utilize."

Vegetto's eyebrow immediately dropped, rolling his eyes in response.

"Oh...him. For a second, I actually thought you were going to give me a real challenge."

Zamasu kept his smirk, his eyes leaving Vegetto.

"You will be of no contest to him, that is for sure. But his power is not the only thing he has over you, mortal."

Zamasu's eyes turned to the Supreme Kai of Time, who timidly watched the exchange a few feet away. 

"I heard the rumors of your failed management of the timestream, in your refusal to bow to your pride and bind your soul to a worthy replacement for a god of time. It is good you have not made a selection, for we will make one for you."

The Supreme Kai of Time let out a small gasp in response, her mouth opening in shock as Vegetto read her expression with narrowed eyes. The fused warrior quickly turned his head back to Zamasu, his tone dark.

"What are you talking about?"

Zamasu turned back to Vegetto, his smirk returning.

"You mean...she never told you? About the god of time?"

He stifled a small chuckle, shaking his head.

"It matters very little anyway, you were never fit to take on such a role. In order to bring about the creation of a new god of time, she would have to bind her soul to another. You, the supposed savior of the universe, don't have one."

Vegetto broke out into a small smirk, scoffing.

"You clearly haven't done your research as well as you thought you have. Shenron restored my body and put my soul back into it from the Otherworld: it's how I can beat you without a faulty time limit."

Zamasu raised his right eyebrow.

"Are you so sure that's how it happened? I'm sure the records of the Otherworld would state otherwise, or Shenron can clarify that he only recreated the memory of who you were. Just think on how that would create an unending realm of possibilities: every time those two fused, they would be creating the same, exact soul. A soul constantly manufactured to die, filling the Otherworld up with copies of yourself if those two happened to constantly fuse for an hour."

He shook his head.

"No, a true fusion of the gods is permanent, in that it truly fuses the souls into one. It was why a fusion of the gods leads to only one voice for the new body."

Vegetto bowed his head slightly, listening on as Zamasu glared down at Vegetto.

"While you speak with two: the same ones of the two who gave you everything. The bindings of mortals is the gravest of sins, and is merely the two subjects sharing a vessel for a short period of time because only the Kaioshins can fuse their souls together. Your physical body, your mind with stored memories, all of it has been unified. But the souls do not mix: they remain independent of one another. So that when you split, Son Goku and Vegeta can continue to exist as they always have. While you disappear forever."

Zamasu chuckled.

"You have always been a hollow vessel, Vegetto. Nothing more than a powerful shell recreated by a magical dragon, sent to do the bidding of failed gods. While my soul has not only improved your body, but has given it new purpose. He is stronger, faster, more skilled, and a worthy replacement for the original god of time."

His eyes turned towards the Supreme Kai of Time, Vegetto's own head having dipped with his eyes to the ground.

"Together, we will bring about a new age; a new leadership to the realm of time itself. Instead of merely killing all of the mortals that plague this existence, we will simply turn back time to its very beginnings and erase your kind from that existence. So that we may build a true utopia, free from the barbaric customs of your ilk."

The Supreme Kai of Time narrowed her eyes, clenching her right hand into a fist.

"You're insane! You'd destroy everything from that level of a change! The timeline would collapse entirely from that intense of a butterfly effect!"

Zamasu nodded once.

"I am far stronger than you, and with a god of time's power fused with my own, we would be able to prevent its collapse."

He glanced over to Vegetto, staring down the fused warrior who had unfolded his arms.

"There, you have my master plan all laid out for you. I can wait for years in this vault if I have to, until that sorcerer can find where you're keeping me. She will have her army from the Demon Realm resurrected, and he will slaughter your little Time Patrol until you are the only one standing. Then, when everything you have built burns to ash, we will grant you the solace that you deserve."

Zamasu's smirk rose slightly.

"There is no afterlife for you, Vegetto. You will be the same in death as you are in life: nothing."

Vegetto scoffed, turning on his heel.

"We'll see about that. All we have to do then is kill your little project, and your dream dies there."

His eyes turned back the human male, his narrowed glare just as intense.

"Put the Patrol on alert for this Vegetto fake that could show up in the timestream, Tonba. I want all missions put on hold until we deal with this threat, once and for all."

The human male gasped slightly, his eyes frantic.

"But...with all due respect, all missions put on hold? There are so many attempts to distort the timeline occuring everyday; without the Patrol, everything could-"

"Chronoa can handle it!"

Both the Supreme Kai of Time and the male addressed as Tonba blinked at the sudden outburst, watching Vegetto slowly collect himself.

"I gave you an order, Tonba. Put the Patrol on alert, and stop all missions. We're going to find this fake, and we're going to find him now."

Tonba nodded once in response.

"Yes sir."

Vegetto's eyes followed Tonba as he quickly bolted out of the vault, Zamasu chuckling darkly at the display.

"So it begins. Ironic, how both versions of yourself will bring about the end of the Time Patrol."

Vegetto's eyes turned back to the scroll, leaning over the table.

"You can shut up now."

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Lord Beerus' Homeworld, Present Timeline

The small, peeled potato sat in the middle of Kassava's outstretched palm, her narrowed eyes locked on Whis.

"There. Not a single mistake."

Whis reached out, taking the potato up in between three fingers and eyeing it closely, turning slightly to the side as he spoke.

"And why should I take your word for it? Your record hasn't exactly been perfect for the past seventeen hours."

Kassava rolled her eyes, leaning back and resting on her arms as she sat on the ground.

"I don't care anymore. I've done my best, and I know I didn't make any mistakes. Call it wrong all you want, I know I didn't fail this time."

Whis' head immediately turned, a small smirk rising on his face. Kassava's eyes remained on the ground, her narrowed eyes suddenly opening wide at the sight of the small potato landing at her feet with a thud. She blinked hard, turning her head up to Whis.

"In all actuality, Kassava, you had perfected the process the fifth try you gave. Congratulations, you've finally passed the test."

Kassava's wide eyes narrowed slightly, the rage clearly mounting in her expression.

"What? The fifth time?! Why did you keep making me peel those damn potatoes then?!"

Whis' smile rose.

"Because your flaws all stem from a common source. Your potential is great, and you've allowed it to develop and grow under the guidance of many beneficial tutors. The Monster Carrot...your reformed brother...and now, Vegetto. All of them have built you up to what you are now."

He leaned forward slightly.

"But they are not you, and don't know your limits as well as you can. It's time you worked on focusing on what matters to you more than what matters to them."

Whis' shrugged his shoulders slightly.

"Unless you enjoy wasting time, perfecting details you've already mastered."

Kassava grunted, glancing to the side but perked her head up at the sound of boots trodding along the ground a few feet away. She blinked hard, staring at Genn as he leaned forward, grasping onto his knees and panting heavily.

"Genn? You're already done?"

Genn continued to pant, blinking in confusion as well.

"Already? Trunks hasn't come back?"

Whis kept his smile, moving up to the two.

"No. You're the first one back, and under eighteen hours at that. A new course record."

Genn stared up in awe at Whis, straightening his back up.

"A...what?"

Whis stifled a small chuckle.

"Yes, not even Lord Beerus completed the task as quickly as you did his first time. Of course, that was when he first began his training as a god of destruction, and didn't nearly possess the same intellect he does now."

His eyes remained on Genn, raising an eyebrow.

"Care to fill Kassava in on how you did it?"

Genn blinked hard once again, glancing over to Kassava and shrugging his shoulders slightly.

"I..well...you said run one hundred laps around the forest. After about four miles in...I saw a little pathway on the outside of the forest. So I just...ran on that walkway for the rest of the laps."

Whis nodded once.

"I distinctly told you both to run 'around the forest'. But the pathing I gave you forces you to run for a short distance in the forest that alters the gravity, so by the time many reach the portion where they can see the walkway a few hundred feet off, they're too busy trying to push through the gravity to utilize that advantage. And thus, amplify the difficulty of the training thousands of times over when they could've taken advantage of the easy way out."

He nodded once at Genn.

"You are the first one to figure out the true purpose of the one hundred lap run: there is always a more efficient way. Whether or not you have the focus to look for it or not, it will always exist."

Whis' head turned to the sound of boots running up from behind Genn, Trunks' nearly keeling forward and panting heavily. He took a moment to steady his breathing, but his eyes soon found Genn standing upright and stared up in perplexion.

"Genn? But...how did you..."

"Ah, just in time."

Trunks huffed, staring up at the smiling Whis.

"We not only have a new fastest record for the course with Genn, but also the fastest completed time for failing to use the outside path around the forest. Congratulations to both of you on a job well done."

Trunks blinked hard, panting during his speech.

"Outside...path?"

Genn stifled a small chuckle, leaning down and helping Trunks straighten up.

"You didn't see the bright, purple walkway on the outside of the forest?"

Trunks shook his head.

"Nah...where was that the whole time?"

Whis turned his head to Trunks.

"A little to your right, on the edge of the planet. Had you taken the time to fully analyze the situation, you might have been able to see another way around the training. But now here you are, tired and exhausted because you decided to push through the gravity instead of playing it smart."

He nodded to the forest.

"One hundred more for you, Trunks. This time, you're not allowed to use the walkway."

Trunks frowned.

"Why? What does this accomplish?"

Whis kept his smile.

"You need to learn from your mistakes. Now that you know there was a better way through the run, I want you to feel the pain of what your headstrong actions have gotten you into. Every step next to that walkway free from the changing gravity should teach you the humility you need to learn. Now, off you go."

Trunks inhaled deeply, picking himself up and breaking out into another jog, leaving the three behind shortly and disappearing into the forest.  Whis then turned his head to Genn, nodding towards the left.

"Go ahead and get some sleep for the night, Genn. The sun will be setting soon, you'll need your energy for tomorrow. You'll find a few beds at the palace entrance, feel free to pick one of your choice."

Genn nodded, but kept his head turned to Kassava as he walked towards the large oak tree in the center of the planet itself. He soon turned his head, disappearing in the tree line shortly after while Whis turned back to Kassava, who raised an eyebrow.

"What? I don't get to sleep at night?"

Whis kept his smile.

"Of course not, your real training begins now. And while peeling potatoes is not exactly a good way to engage your body, you will need to get the blood flowing so that I can properly train you."

He nodded to the forest Trunks disappeared into.

"One hundred laps, around the planet. Oh, and whenever you pass Trunks when you're running along the outside of the forest, do look him in the eye."

Kassava blinked.

"Why?"

Whis shrugged his shoulders.

"Just another reminder for him, that's all. Now, off you go."

Kassava groaned audibly, breaking out into a small jog and disappearing into the forest shortly afterwards.
 
Chapter 19: Meet Vegetto Black

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::S̡͓͈̦͕̜̤͎̖̺ͅY̨̞̬̘̹̭̠̳S̡̲̺̥̭̞̦̳̗͈̻̩̬T͇͓͔̳̞͇̰̜E̢͇M̲̠͖̺̠̖͖̘ ̪̗̩̺ͅA̺̹͇̼̩N̻͔͕͈̝͍̱̙̤̪̰̬͉O̢̡̭̰̲̹̭M̡̦̫͈͍̰̼̼͜A̧̢̨͎̯͕ͅL̜̩̙̬̣̻̭͚Y̨͚͈͔͕̘͖͖̭ ̧̨̗̫͔̝̙̩̮̩D͔E̢̠̩͈̻̘̟̪͙ͅͅṮ̨̨̠̭͇̠̙̙̻̗̜͖Ȩ̢̙̺̺̞̙̟ͅͅC̬̺̯̜̭̤̫̦Ṭ̭̹̬̭͇̗̪Ḛ͓̳̰͍D͇̘͙̬̪̮̪::


::S̡E͔̯̪͓͍͇Ç̬͙̼̩̹̲͓̺͜Ų̱͎͇͇͙̭̲̮̞̩R̺͔͈I̧̭͔̭̭̳͚͓̣̣ͅT͓̘ͅͅY̧̨̺̗̲͚͈̤̺̪̜͎͜ ͕̦̻̭̳̰͇͍̙̹P̨̯̱̬͔͚̗̯̥͈̳̝͜R̘O̢̢̪̖̙̫͎̙̘͚̯̯ͅT̻̞O̧̙̞̪̲͈C̡̧̨͓̥̺͙͔̜Ǫ̮̖̯̞̠L̡̘̩̭̮̦͍̱̣̘͜S̡̯͈̯͖̪͜ ̢͚̪̟͎Ḏ̨̬I̹̭̠̣̜̠͕̼S̺͚͖̖̱̠͖Ȩ̠̳̮̜̱̞͓̪̟̼͜N̨̥͈G̳̟̣̬͍A͇̱̺͍͜Ģ̡̥̘̝̻͜Ẹ̢̹͕̹̥͙̦̙D̢͍͉͖̯̫̥͉͈::


::E̢̟͎͔̗͍͍͙̙͎͕̭M̨͇̯̠̘̣̼̩̹͚̲͎ͅE͇̜̮̟̹͎͖̜̹͓̙̫͓R̗̮͚̠̻̫̭͈̳̬ͅͅG̙͙̜̭̠̺͉̳̥E͇N̦̗̬͍͎̼̜̗̖̮̞̙̩C͔̼̲̥̖̩̹̗͜Y̡͎͚ ̙̗̟͜͜L̫̺͎̩̝̺͕͉͓O̳ͅC̨̧̢̰͖̪̻̳̩̘̘͜K͕̳D̠̠͍͚̭͓O͔W̗̠N̡͓̭̤̝̞͍͍̳ ̣̫̪͍I̡̦̯̙̦͎͇̼͖̞̙̣͜N̨̩̻͚̼̟̖̣̗͜ ͇̳̞͜E̥F̨͖̳͙̞̘̮͙͚F̳͉̠̩̝͇̩Ȩ̣̳̘̳̩͎͚̝̼C̢̱̱͉Ţ̨͕̟͙͙͖̹.̧̡̳̖̫͍̭̬̪͚̙͜ ̨̥̱̜̝͉͈̩͍͇̳̯D̨̢̝͖̞̠̹͙Į̪͕̗̜̼̜̖ͅͅṢ̝͜T͉̦̙̤̮̫̼͎̩͔O̹͜R̗͈T̨͖̖̮̻̬̭̮̜̳͙̹͖I̡͈͖̼̥̰͔̺̬Ǫ̬̪͍N̪̳̘͜ ̢͇̤L̥̣͚̲̺̗̗͖̤̦E̙̦̞̪V̨̧͍̞͇̩ͅE̞͚L͈̖̣̼͚̯͈͖̞ͅ ͉͇̱͇̠̟̲̰̤̬͎ͅR̝͉̮͇̞̝̗A͍I̢̧̙̤̺̙̝ͅͅS̢͎E̡͇̩̞D̻̻ ̺Ţ̫̫̱̳̝͙O̧̞̮͔̼̭̯͇̥̝̻͙̖ ̪͍̖R͎͉͇O̫S̢̬̗ͅḚ̭͇͖̹̯́::


::T̠͙H̢̗̟͖̦͚̞̗̹ͅE̱ ̜̹D̢͎͕͍̩̥̺̩E̡̧̼̦̩͇̬̱͚̥̫͚͚M̧̤̹̦͓͔͕͈̹O̞N̖̖̲̗̺͎ ̨͎͉̣̫͈̖͓͍̹̻̹R͔̝̲̫̼̣̻͔̭E͕͍̜̻͇̖̩͇̮͕̙͜A̤L̖͚M̟̮͇̝'̢̢̧̠̙͚̫͓̻̼̲̪S̢̡̪̙̤̣͎̮͕̻ ̢̖͉̲̳̖̪R̞̱̼̰̬̗E̢̩͓͚͉̖̜͈̦̼͜ͅṾ̹̪͕̣̯̲̦͇ͅḬ͔̝͇̦̣͖V̻͈̲̪̲A̖̥͚̭̪͇͓͇̫͖͜L̟͚̯̝͚̬̗̮̮̜̗̳̥ ̧͔̠̥̥͖̭͇̼̬̤ͅĮ̻̳̭̜S͍͎̲͎̲̗̪͇̩̻̱͈ͅ ͓̫̣͎̪ͅA̢͈̻̩̦͇̞͍͜ͅŢ̢̧̡̤̜͉̘̠͈͇ͅ ̧̧̦̙̖̖̤H͔͎̘̲̻̪͙͈͖͎̯͚A̞N̨̨̢̝̣̻̙͔͚͚D̢̺̫̬.::


::T̨̨̹̫͖̠̗͓H̘͕̱̥͕̭̪I̯̳̖̱̤̗̲͓̘S̺̺͈̪͓̪͓͇̝̻̤̺ ̻͇̼̻I͙͚͖͕̰̬̜̬͚Ş̜͉ ̡͓T͇H̡̰͎̲̭̹͙̩̲͙̖ͅE̞̘͙͕͓̖̺̭̟ͅͅ ͚B͕̲͜E̡̧͉̩̣̱̱ͅG̘̣I̺N̺̹̗̦Ṉ̢̠̜̻͈̙I̢̝̣̙̖̹̩͉͍̜N̰͖͔͙̬G̪͖̤ ̧̦̝͚͖̩̻̜̲O̯̜͕͚̤͕͎̝̙̳͉̹Fͅ ̦̜̜T̢̡̧̯̫̙͎͚̪͎̻H̪̤̪̱͓͈̘͖E̲̬͓̱̟̬̦̝̩̰͈ ̨͎E̡̫̪̮̭̙̰͓̪̜̺̘N̯͚Ḑ̤͜.̧͍͖͈̰̹̦̲͉͜ͅ::


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Vegetto's narrowed eyes scanned the distorted message playing across the the scroll in front of him, grunting in annoyance before turning around to face towards the group of assembled warriors in front of him. The chatter between the thirty of them died down immediately once the fused warrior had fully faced towards them, silently watching Vegetto as he spoke with a flat tone.

"If there is anyone here now that does not wish to risk their life, leave now. Your mission will involve tracking an enemy far beyond your own capabilities, and will likely kill you if you are not prepared to survive tonight. This is a near suicide mission, but necessary in preserving the timeline as a whole."

His eyes scanned the small crowd, his narrowed gaze remaining despite the stillness of every warrior in the room. Comprised of humans, Namekians, Frost Demons, and other alien races alike, the group remained still and unified without a single person moving to leave. Their determined stares remained despite the warning, Vegetto bowing his head slightly before continuing.

"Very well. Your task is simple: an enemy capable of destroying reality itself has appeared. He is a Saiyan, having somehow stolen my body and power using the Dragon Balls."

The expressions among the crowd shifted slightly at the revaluation, a taller Namekian to the left speaking.

"Is he capable of becoming a Super Saiyan?"

Vegetto turned his eyes towards him, nodding once.

"Well beyond Super Saiyan, potentially wielding the power of the gods themselves. None of you are capable of matching even a fraction of his power."

Vegetto raised his right pointer finger up.

"Your one task is to simply locate this fake Vegetto and immediately report it back to us. The Time Kaioshin and myself will be overseeing the Scroll of the Eternity during this hunt, but we will need more eyes to help us find where he is hiding.  Do whatever it takes to avoid detection, and do not engage him head on."

The Supreme Kai of Time spoke next, her frown strong.

"Our broadcast system has been hacked again when we sent the message out, so whatever plan this fake Vegetto has in store, it's likely being facilitated by Towa herself. You should expect a high level of time alteration magic at work here as well."

Tonba nodded to the group, turning to face towards them.

"We'll split into three teams of ten, each team will be investigating a remaining galaxy. If we find no trace of him in civilized space, then we'll converge together on the Unknown Regions and search there."

He nodded to the Scroll.

"Let's move out!"

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"Hey, I was just doing what I was told ok?"

Kassava fidgeted slightly in Trunks' strong glare, the two panting slightly while sweat covered their foreheads. Trunks kept his frown.

"You could've at least given me something positive like a thumbs up or something."

"That's enough you two."

Whis stood a few feet away from both warriors that turned to face him, his eyes sharp.

"Now that you've warmed up to the proper level, it's time we begin the real training."

Trunks raised an eyebrow, his voice weak.

"What...but I can barely stand! What kind of training is this?"

Whis smiled in response.

"Are you saying you're at your limit, Trunks?"

Trunks quickly nodded once in response, Whis raising an eyebrow towards Kassava.

"And you Kassava? Are you exhausted as well?"

Kassava panted heavily, nodding once as well.

"Good."

Both warriors blinked at the curt response, watching Whis raise a finger to the air.

"Combat is designed to wear you down to the point where you have nothing left. Without your transformations to make things easier for you, Trunks, you've weakened your body to the point where you believe you are not capable of doing any more."

Whis then turned his eyes to Kassava.

"While you have simply never pushed yourself hard in your life until training with the Patrol, giving up when you've reached a point where you feel weak."

He then turned to face to the side, his tone light.

"While you two needed different levels of stimuli to reach it, your weaknesses is one in the same: you both believe you are at your limit. I have pushed you at different levels so that you can both believe you have given it your all."

His smile rose, turning back to them.

"Now, I will teach you how to give me more."

He kept a flat tone as he continued.

"Normally, I would run you both through extensive exercises and challenges to bring about the perfect level of stimuli to force the growth you need. However, with our limited time table, I have done a little research into Earth's history and discovered a powerful technique you both can master to perfect your ability to tap into that unlimited source of energy."

The circular sphere at the end of Whis' scepter began to glow, a transparent image of Super Saiyan 3 Goku suddenly appearing before the two. Kassava blinked, watching Goku hunch down with his right fist cocked back. He suddenly leaped forward towards the two Saiyans, roaring at the top of his lungs while Trunks and Kassava instinctively tensed up.

"Dragon's Fist!!"

Throwing his right arm forward, a massive golden dragon made of ki spiraled around his body, rapidly shooting forward between Kassava and Trunks as they both quickly jumped out of the way. The image of the massive golden dragon shooting past them both soon disappeared with the apparition of Goku, Whis smiling at the two before speaking.

"The Dragon's Fist. One of the most powerful techniques Goku has ever used in combat, completely unique and able to overcome enemies far stronger than he is."

Trunks lowered his arms, turning back to Whis.

"Yeah...I've seen this technique before."

Whis nodded.

"Yes, but tell me: how is it done?"

Trunks paused in response, reaching up and scratching his head.

"I...have no idea, actually."

Whis turned to Kassava, raising an eyebrow. The female Super Saiyan shrugged her shoulders, prompting Whis to continue.

"It's actually a combination of two very simple concepts. The first is in ki control, where Goku manipulates his energy into the form of Shenron simply because he wants the attack to replicate the dragon itself. Where you must learn that you have the ability to manipulate your ki in more ways than simply firing off big blasts of volatile energy."

He raised his pointer finger once more.

"The second is in the latent power he draws within himself. He is a very simple minded individual that is driven by a desire to see what he is completely capable of. Which makes it easy for him to turn off those inhibitions, as he has never truly experienced humiliation or disgrace from having complex ideologies. This gives him the ability to draw out to a level of energy that normally, would not be possible in the constrains of his body if he was concerned with fear of death or self doubts."

His eyes turned to Kassava, his smile rising.

"Producing a single burst of power so enormous, an enemy expecting much less from you would be easily defeated in the unexpected surge."

Kassava narrowed her eyes, her tone flat.

"So you're saying that this...Dragon's Fist...is the key to beating Vegetto?"

Whis shook his head to the side once.

"Not at all. I'm saying that overwhelming him when he least expects it is the key to defeating him, Kassava. You must figure out how to do that on your own: this technique will only give you the imagination to accomplish that."

Whis nodded to the pair.

"Now, crouch down and look deep within yourself. Feel the ki within your core, and command it to rise. Bring it out in the same fashion as Goku did, and summon the dragon in a powerful burst forward."

Kassava inhaled deeply, shutting her eyes and tensing heavily in her deep thought. Her eyes shot open, however, at the sudden pressure of Trunks blue aura rapidly exploding outward, transforming into a Super Saiyan Blue with a loud roar.


"Don't let outside forces distract you, Kassava."

Kassava stared back at Whis, who only smiled lightly at the woman. She curtly nodded, closing her eyes once more and inhaling deeply. Her eyes shot open once more, however, turning towards Trunks at the overwhelming energy rapidly firing forward.

"Dragon's Fist!!"

Kassava yelped, blasting off to the side from the immense energy suddenly shooting outward in front of Trunks and crashing into a nearby tree, clutching onto it as the whole forest itself nearly broke underneath the storm force winds. A massive, blue dragon suddenly erupted forward, rapidly closing in on Whis. The taller angel's eyes only lifted a minor degree, his voice flat.

"Oh my..."

Whis then casually lifted his free hand, the massive dragon soon arriving within inches of his body. He kept his smile as he suddenly flicked his pointer finger up, the small appendage barely taking up even one-one hundredth of the dragon's scaly chin. However, the strike of Whis' finger sent out a destructive shock wave of its own, the dragon suddenly bolting high into the sky from the force of his blow and soon disappearing from sight.

Trunks' jaw hung open, staring at Whis who casually dusted off the front part of his robe with a smile.

"I was expecting you to get the technique down quickly, but that was a lot stronger than I was anticipating. Well done Trunks, you've earned your rest now."

Trunks glanced down at his hands for a moment, his serious stare remaining.

"I...don't feel much stronger."

Whis chuckled.

"Of course not: you've always been this powerful Trunks. Every single you that has ever appeared has always had the power to match even the strongest warriors: you just simply needed the world to be in danger for you to rise up to the challenge. This technique is a reminder of that: even when you felt you didn't have the ability to stand, you summoned an immense power that you couldn't even begin to fathom as your own."

Trunks lips rose into a smile, still staring down at his outstretched hands. The blue glowing aura surged slightly, clenching his hands into his fists.

"Yeah...I get it now. Thank you Whis, I...I honestly didn't expect much coming here. But you've really helped me see the truth."

Whis bowed his head slightly.

"You are welcome. Now, go get some sleep. You'll need to recover from all that running you've done today."

Trunks nodded once, his blue aura rapidly disappearing as he dropped his arms. He turned his head to Kassava as the two walked past each other, smiling at her.

"Good luck Kassava!"

Kassava frowned in response, her somber expression returning as she watched him disappear into the forest line. She moved into position a few feet away from Whis, crouching down into the same stance.

"Is something wrong, Kassava?"

Kassava kept her head bowed, her voice weak.

"Vegetto is supposed to be way stronger than Trunks. There's no way I could ever come close to matching what he just threw out there."

Whis' smile disappeared.

"I thought I instructed you to stop focusing on others, Kassava."

Kassava lifted her head up, her voice suddenly rising.

"The whole point of me being here is so I can be better than someone else! How the hell can I not focus on others?!"

Whis' smile returned.

"Is that all you want from this?"

Kassava paused in response, letting out a small sigh.

"I...I don't know ok? I just don't want to let everyone down again."

Whis raised an eyebrow.

"Why do you care?"

Kassava blinked, staring back at him. Whis met her eyes, his tone flat.

"Why do you care so much about letting them down? You only just met Vegetto and Trunks a few days ago, what does it matter to you?"

Kassava glanced down for a moment.

"I don't know...they...they just need some help. And they seem convinced that I'm the only one that can do it...so...I want to be what they need."

Whis nodded.

"True, but do you know why Vegetto believes in you so much?"

Kassava raised an eyebrow, her tone flat.

"Because I'm talented?"

Whis chuckled.

"Partly, yes. It has more to do with why you were so quick to promise Goku a rematch in the training exercise earlier. Why you've stuck it out with both Vegetto and now myself, even though you're losing the drive after witnessing the gap in power you need to overcome."

His smile rose.

"You saw it in Goku, when he put down your fears of being played and toyed with. It may not have been clear at the time, but you saw in him the same drive that you have neglected to use as your own for so long. The drive that has allowed you to rise to the expectations and succeed in areas that didn't require as much."

Kassava stared up at Whis, who chuckled lightly.

"You enjoy becoming stronger purely for the sake of it as much as the other Saiyans. It's time you stopped neglecting that focus, and start using it as your reason to come out here everyday. Do it because you want to improve your own power, not because you want to meet someone else's standard. That, is what Vegetto wants from you. A fighter who can rise with him evenly in power, because she is fighting for herself. Not for him."

His smile diminished.

"But you are right: your power currently is insignificant to his and Trunks. So, in order to progress further, you will need to raise it."

Kassava blinked, frowning.

"But how? I can't compete with the power of the gods without it myself."

Whis smiled.

"Sure you can. We talked about this earlier, remember?"

Kassava perked up.

"Oh right...the Kaioken."

Her frown returned.

"But I can't possibly raise my power high enough to match him."

Whis nodded.

"Not in an even fight lasting longer than ten minutes. But, you can raise it high enough to push him far enough to force his Super Saiyan Blue form. Then, you can overwhelm him when he least expects it."

Kassava blinked, placing her hands on her hips.

"So...you said he expects me to use the Kaioken to level ten? Will that be enough?"

Whis shook his head.

"No, you will need to go higher than that to surprise him. Which, we will start working on now. Try to raise your power level as high as it can go."

Kassava crouched down one more, clenching her fists together.

"Alright."

Gritting her teeth together, she roared for a few seconds before suddenly opening her eyes wide.

"Kaioken!!"

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Unmarked World, Present Timeline

A dark, cloud sky hung over the ruined cityscape as four warriors touched down in an open street. Reaching up to the right side of his face, the Namekian male tapped on the scouter, beeping to life with another Namekian male nearly identical in appearance landing at his side.

"Hmph...no sign of any energy signatures within seven miles from here. How long as this city been abandoned?"

A female human with long red hair moved to his left, her frown deep.

"It isn't supposed to be like this in history, Ukule. It's one of the seventeen planets that has been distorted like this in the universe. Let's just investigate the negative energy here and move on."

A small, Frost Demon mail in a similar appearance to Frieza's first form tensed, swallowing hard.

"Yeah, I don't like the feel of this place."

The Namekian Ukule floated forward, gesturing to the adjacent city streets.

"Spread out. If he's not here, then we'll just regroup with Tonba's group and get out of here fast."

The four all bolted rapidly in opposing directions, their auras flaring around their bodies as they began to search the city. Ukule's narrowed eyes scanned each building as he flew by, sighing to himself.

We should've at least picked up on some residue energy signatures or bodies left in their wake if they attacked. It's like nothing even lived here in the first place. As if...they've all been erased from history...

His head perked up suddenly, however, coming to a halt mid flight at the sight of a small, bright red ball bouncing into the middle of the street. His eyes locked on the bright object heavily contrasting with the bleak surroundings, floating up to it quickly and glancing around. He slowly knelt down, picking up the rubber sphere in one hand and holding up in front of his face, his other hand quickly tapping on the side of his scouter.

"Guys, I found something here."

::What is it Ukule?::

Ukule narrowed his eyes, lifting the ball up and examining it closely.

"It's just...some red ball that bounced out into the middle of the street."

He gasped suddenly at the pressure running along his left leg, quickly spinning around to face towards a small, human girl who had tugged on his pants. The girl whimpered, quickly backing away at the sudden outburst from the Namekian warrior. Ukule quickly recomposed himself, holding his hands out.

"Hey hey...it's ok. I'm not here to hurt you..."

His eyes narrowed shortly after, glancing over his shoulder at the small breeze of wind rolling along his back. He paused for a moment, staring out into the abandoned city street with a suspicious glare for a moment before turning back to face towards the girl. However, Ukule immediately took a step back, his eyes wide with horror at the sight of the girl now lying at his feet, disfigured and brutally dismembered in a red pool of blood. The red ball bounced along the ground after he dropped it in shock, Ukule gasping again at the sound of the rubber exploding from being popped and whirled around, staring at the now torn material lying a few feet away from the girl in the street. He tensed immediately, nearly falling numb at the sound of a dual voice whispering into his left ear.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

Ukule spun around, lashing his leg out in a roundhouse kick, only to catch air in his strike. His eyes darted from side to side for a moment, before reaching up and tapping on his scouter.

"Guys, get to my position now! I need backup!"

His eyes remained wide, the dual voice now ringing out into his ear from the scouter.

::She thought I would spare her, if she did exactly as I told her. Even though she did such a great job with her performance, her death serves a better purpose. A world without mortal kind...free from the disease you have wrought upon this world. Their blood...their suffering...the cries of the plague that ruined a true heaven. Their screams as they burn from our light...the sacrifice of the damned for our new universe. Nothing compares to such beauty.::

Ukule remained tense, taking a step backwards.

::Welcome to our future.::

The Namekian yelped, having backed into a solid figure. Stumbling forward slightly, he quickly spun around to face towards the new arrival. Clad in a black and dark gray gi, the narrowed eyes of Vegetto locked squarely with his, a devilish smirk across his face as his single, green Potara earring glinted.

"Welcome to our utopia."

Ukule rapidly swung his right arm forward, his fist only sailing for a second before his arm collapsed to the floor, completely detached from the body now shooting across the street in the opposite direction. Ukule screamed in agony, his limbs ripping apart from his torso as he soon came to a halt in a small crater. He turned his head up, the fear clear in his expression at the sight of Vegetto Black dashing down towards the ground with his foot aimed at his head.

"No! Wait!"

The white boot easily smashed into Ukule's head, the torso falling flat with the torn skin contorting around the white boot. Vegetto Black kept his smirk, lifting his leg and scrapping the deceased remains of the Namekian on a nearby cement rock before bolting down the street to the west. He chuckled darkly, rapidly bolting up to the Frost Demon and dashing straight through his hips, splitting the warrior in two. The surprised expression on his face remained as the blue blood dripped down from the corner of his mouth, falling towards the ground only for a second before two small black ki blasts erupted from the open palms Vegetto Black extended out as he flew by, shooting back towards the Frost Demon and erupting in a volatile explosion once they engulfed both severed halves of his body.

Vegetto Black tore through a nearby skyscraper seconds later, having turned into the build from a hard left. His dark smirk grew near ear to ear as he emerged from the rubble, his arms outstretched with the rock and cement rolling off his black sleeved arms. The silver Time Ring on his finger glinted, clasping his hands together and swinging them both down onto the second Namekian's head before he had time to react to the volatile explosion. The red haired human female watched in horror as Vegetto Black rapidly lashed out, tearing the Namekian warrior's right arm off and spinning the arm around. He straightened out the severed arm's hand into a chop posture, before suddenly swinging the arm down like a sword and severing the Namekian cleanly in two.

Vegetto Black's narrowed glare locked onto the female shortly afterwards, dropping the arm at his feet as she cowered back in fear.

"Mmm...that one really got the blood flowing."

The woman moved into a defensive stance, her arms and legs visibly trembling as Vegetto Black casually strode up to her with his arms at his sides.

"Yes...I can feel your mind cracking from here. This is the end...and you desperately crave to live on. You can't stand the thought of dying."

Now standing a few inches in front of her, Vegetto Black's right hand lifted up, using his pointer and middle finger to force her chin up. His narrowed eyes looked over her as she stared into his.

"Such...selfishness."

She whimpered heavily, the tears beginning to flow from the sides of her eyes as Vegetto Black dropped his arm down to his side, smirking down while she recoiled slightly despite maintaining her martial arts stance.

"Well? Go on...attack me."

The woman continued to shiver for a few seconds, letting out a desperate cry as she suddenly lashed out with her right arm. The blow connected cleanly with Vegetto Black's right cheek, a dark chuckle erupting from his mouth as he mocked her. His left hand suddenly lashed out, grasping tightly onto the top of her head.

The female Time Patroller barely let out a small scream before Vegetto Black's hand crushed her entire skull in his palm, flicking his wrist to toss the fresh body down to the ground.

"Pitiful mortal. The deaths of these weak appetizers are hardly satisfying."

His smirk returned, his head turning up the sky.

"But if these appetizers must be consumed to bring out the main course, then I will happily oblige."
 
Chapter 20: The Inimitable Fusion

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Three Days Later

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The surging winds continued to surge violently in every direction, the roar of the winds only bowing in sound to the screams of Kassava. Red energy swirled amidst golden hues of ki, the ground trembling from the sheer force for a few seconds before suddenly dissipating upwards into the sky. Kassava panted heavily, immediately dropping onto the ground on all fours with her head hung, the sweat streaming down the sides of her head.

"It's...too...hard..."

Whis narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression flat. He looked over her a couple of times before turning his head to his left, staring at Genn.

"What do you make of it, Genn?"

Genn blinked, staring back at Whis for a moment in shock. He frantically turned to Trunks, looking for help from him. However, with Trunks mirroring the same clueless expression, Genn turned back to Whis with a somewhat weak tone.

"I..well...you really want my opinion?"

Whis nodded once.

"Yes, your ability to read opponents is far superior than most warriors who adhere to a set of moral guidelines. You may strive for that moral compass they naturally possess, but you can see sets of weaknesses that many others wouldn't even remotely consider."

He nodded back to Kassava, who had shifted into a sitting position as she continued to pant in exhaustion and out of range to hear their conversation.

"So, what do you think? How could we get her past this little limit in her head?"

Genn kept a frown, rubbing his chin.

"Well...she's still doubting herself a little bit. So the problem isn't really the limit, but her belief to move past it."

He raised an eyebrow.

"How did she transform into a Super Saiyan again?"

Whis kept a flat stare.

"She feared for her own life at witnessing Frieza's death."

Genn nodded.

"Ah...that makes sense. She's never really seen someone die up close before. That sort of mental trauma really affects the mind heavily."

Whis' lips rose slightly into a smile.

"To heavily weaken them with pressure?"

Genn cocked his head slightly, furrowing his brow.

"Not exactly. I mean...it can...but sometimes that sort of pressure can be their greatest power."

He turned back to Whis.

"I don't know though...I think putting her in that situation was only necessary for the first time. She knows how it works in the back of her head; we just need someone to push her in a fight. Then she'll...naturally get it, I think."

Whis stood silently for a moment, Genn reaching up and scratching the back of his head in the pause.

"It's your call though...maybe it wasn't that great of an idea."

"Actually, I think it's a perfect strategy."

Genn blinked, turning his head up to stare at Whis. However, the taller angel's attention had turned towards the opposite direction, his voice low as he spoke.

"And right on queue..."

"What the hell is going on out here?! Some of us are trying to sleep, you know!"

Genn and Trunks both peered around Whis' body, staring back at Beerus slowly moving up to the three while rubbing his left eye. Clad only in a small, light turquoise tunic, Beerus yawned for a few seconds before slowly developing an agitated expression.

"Oh...hmph. I see you brought the Patrol here to train."

Whis nodded once.

"That's exactly right, my lord. How was your nap?"

Beerus scoffed.

"Short, like always."

Whis' smile remained.

"Perhaps training pupils is not as easy as you thought it was. Speaking of which, how is your student's progress coming along?"

Beerus froze for a moment at the question, rapidly recollecting himself and lifting his chin slightly to the sky.

"Perfectly well, if you must know. Why...I haven't seen a potential greater than his since Prince Vegeta."

Whis raised an eyebrow.

"What about Goku?"

Beerus blinked.

"Who?"

Whis' eyebrow dropped, his smile disappearing.

"Nevermind. Your pupil, however, still interests me."

His smile returned.

"Has he managed to transform into a Super Saiyan Blue yet?"

Beerus froze once again, his voice raising.

"Of course he can!! He just...well..."

Whis' warm expression heavily contrasted Beerus' agitated stare, the two sharing an awkward pause while Genn and Trunks stared with blank, confused expressions. Beerus finally grunted after a long pause, his voice low.

"If this is some sort of trick to dissuade my confidence, Whis, it won't work. I don't care how strong your prodigy is: mine will soon be stronger than him. You won't win this contest."

Whis chuckled lightly in response.

"Of course not, my lord, I would never do such a thing. I do, however, require your assistance."

He nodded towards Kassava, who picked at her right finger less gloved at the wrist while Whis continued.

"I need a strong sparring partner to help push one of Vegetto's proteges over there. To help her achieve a power that currently eludes her."

Beerus grunted again.

"And why should I care?"

Whis stifled a small chuckle.

"Perhaps a sparring match with someone close in power to your student would help his progress as well. You benefit from your fighter becoming stronger, and I gain very little from her improving."

Beerus kept his eyes narrowed, analyzing Whis for a few seconds.

"Are you trying to play me for a fool, Whis? I might become very upset with you if you are."

Whis kept his same, warm expression.

"Of course not. You are more than welcome to take as long as you need to consider my offer."

Beerus glared up at Whis in response, his eyes soon darting to Kassava for a moment. He then suddenly turned on his heel, cupping his hands around his mouth with his voice loudly resonating enough to shake the trees.

"Gogeta! Get out here!"

Trunks blinked, his eyes wide as he turned to Beerus.

"Wait...did he say..."

Whis turned his head towards Trunks, nodding.

"Yes, he did."

A small portion of the area in front of Beerus rapidly distorted for a second, the fused warrior soon arriving from thin air and landing a few feet in front of Beerus. He lowered his two fingers down from his forehead, briskly knocking his single bang hanging from his widow's peak and cocked an eyebrow, his dual voice flat.

"Are we starting another workout, Lord Beerus?"

Beerus grunted, his eyes turning towards Whis.

"Not exactly. I need you to give Whis here a small demonstration of your power."

Gogeta blinked, tilting his head slightly to peer around Beerus and stare at Whis.

"What do you mean?"

Whis smiled, nodding slightly to the side.

"Why don't I tell you a little bit about it in private? There are a few details I want to go over with you."

Beerus instantly whirled around, his rage mounting clearly in his voice and expression.

"Hey! He's my pupil! I won't let you sabotage this fight before it's even begun Whis!"

Whis stifled a small chuckle in response.

"Don't worry, my lord. I'm merely telling your student about mine, nothing more. How he chooses to handle this information is his own doing."

Beerus narrowed his eyes in response, eyeing Whis suspiciously.

"I want to be present for this conversation."

Whis shook his head.

"I'm afraid not. How do I know you won't use this information to sabotage my pupil?"

Beerus flared up once more.

"You're the one being sneaky and suspicious! If anyone's going to sabotage, it's you Whis!"

Whis mused to himself for a moment, before lightly shrugging his shoulders slightly.

"Oh! Well, I suppose we're at an impasse then!"

The two sat in silence for a moment, the following three Saiyans watching the gods bicker amongst themselves stricken with confusion across their face. Gogeta furrowed his brow slightly, turning his head towards Beerus.

"Am I going to fight someone or not?"

Beerus grunted in response, crossing his arms and quickly turning his back to Whis.

"Not if Whis is going to hide these 'plans' from me."

Whis mused to himself once more, before breaking out into another warm smile.

"In that case, you're going to be fighting the female Saiyan over there, Kassava."

The taller angel pointed towards Kassava, who perked up at the sound of her name and seeing Whis gesture to her. Gogeta raised an eyebrow, staring down Kassava for a moment before turning back to Whis.

"She's a Saiyan?"

Whis nodded curtly, Gogeta soon breaking out into a grin and placing his hands on his hips.

"Wow! A female Super Saiyan at that! That's pretty neat!"

Whis kept his smile.

"Indeed. However, she only has the capacity to match your power using the Kaioken. We need you to push her so that she can have the drive to use a higher multiplier, nothing more."

Whis raised an eyebrow.

"By the way, Lord Beerus never did answer me earlier. Are you capable of using Super Saiyan Blue?"

Gogeta blinked.

"Super Saiyan Blue?"

Whis bowed his head slightly, his smile rising at the sight of Beerus' eyebrow twitching heavily.

"Ah, that answers that question. No matter, I'm sure your mentor has a training program for that form at a later date."

His smile disappeared, his tone falling flat.

"Do you think you can handle that?"

Gogeta narrowed his eyes, a half smirk across his expression as he began to roll his right arm and massaging the same shoulder with his free hand.

"Yeah, I think I can do that." 

Kassava pushed herself up off the ground, cocking an eyebrow as Gogeta slowly approached, still rolling his arm and massaging his shoulder. He switched arms midway through his stride, soon coming up a few feet from Kassava and dropping his arms to his sides while Whis landed lightly in between then, his head turning towards Kassava.

"Kassava, this is Beerus' current student: Gogeta."

Gogeta broke out into a smirk.

"Whis tells me you're pretty strong, but you don't look like much."

Kassava narrowed her eyes.

"Tsk, says the one wearing a little safety vest."

Whis narrowed his eyes, turning back to Kassava with a frown.

"Remember our training, Kassava."

Kassava scoffed.

"What? Spending all day, failing to use a certain power up? Or perhaps, shooting little energy snakes from my fingertips because I'm not strong enough to create dragons?"

Whis shook his head once.

"Not that. Remember to focus only on your own capability. Don't let him bait your focus, like he just did now."

Kassava's eyes widened, turning back to face towards Gogeta. The fused warrior stood with a confident smirk, his hands on his hips.

"I was just testing you, to see what kind of person you are. If it's that easy to provoke a little bit of anger out of you, then this fight won't last long."

He nodded slightly to Whis.

"Come to trust in your master, as I have come to trust in mine."

Kassava narrowed her eyes in response, moving her arms up and shifting her legs into a defensive stance. Whis floated back slightly with a smile, watching Gogeta tense up.

"Remember Kassava: focus only on your own capability. Don't let the outside distractions sway that focus off your own ability to fight."

Gogeta's golden aura rapidly shot up from underneath his shoes, engulfing the warrior as he instantly transformed into a Super Saiyan. Kassava gasped lightly, caught off guard by the transformation as Whis tapped his sceptar lightly on the ground.

"Fight!"

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Unknown World, Present Timeline

The bright shine of the familiar white light faded away, as if consumed whole by the darkness in seconds after its initial appearance. The light retreated from around the form of Vegetto's body, the fused warrior's narrow eyes immediately scanning the wreckage of the world before him. His arms at his sides, he slowly strode forward and pressed his earpiece.

"I don't sense anything here. Tonba's signal hasn't been working properly since that last transmission."

He instantly came to a halt, the sound of small rock pebbles cascading down the side of the ruined building next time him catching his attention. Standing in the middle of the street, Vegetto lowered his arm.

"You can come out now. I can sense your energy."

Vegetto's eyes moved to the left, the sound of two hands lightly clapping together prompting his attention as the figure strode out into the street. He casually leaned forward, a smirk across his matching face and moved to stand a few feet in front of Vegetto before dropping his arms to his sides.

"Well done. I wanted to see if your senses were strong enough to detect even the smallest movement, and you did not disappoint."

Vegetto Black's arms swung outward, an eyebrow raising as he gestured to the ruined skyline behind him.

"What do you think of the place, hmm? I made it just for you."

Vegetto scoffed.

"We have your friend at the Time Nest, and your dream ends here. You can either give up and face your death with some humility..."

His smirk rose.

"Or I start breaking limbs. It's your call."

Vegetto Black chuckled darkly in response, his own smirk rising.

"You misunderstand. I only kill these mortals and your Patrollers because they seek me out at your command. Their deaths no longer satisfy me, nor this so called...Zero Mortal Plan my other half continues to berate upon me."

Vegetto's smirk disappeared, watching Vegetto Black shake his head from side to side once, his sinister eyes never once leaving the fused warrior.

"No...I've come to see you mortals in a different light."

He glanced down, balling up his right hand into a fist. Dark, pink energy momentarily surged around his forearm.

"I tried to fight it at first, believing my duty as a god was to prevent the sins of mortals from infecting my focus and polluting the divinity of my cause. But as I felt the rush of battle, the power surging through my veins, I could feel the memories of your mind slowly consuming me..."

Vegetto Black inhaled deeply through his nose, his dark, dual voice ringing out with an oddly warm sensation in his speech.

"Frieza...Cell...Majin Buu...and especially the rivalry of Vegeta and Kakarot. The surging validation of victory, the humiliating sting of defeat...all of these facets of combat imbued a sense of purpose in my soul that I have always yearned for. I thought at first that, perhaps, the justice of cleansing the foolish mortals of this universe would bring me peace, but now I finally understand you and your kind."

Vegetto Black slowly turned back to face fully towards Vegetto, who crossed his arms with a silent stare while the doppellganger spoke.

"You fight not because you follow some baseless, barbaric sense of pleasure. It is the power, the building of that strength, that defines your purpose. You strive to be the best warrior that you can possibly be, every day an opportunity to rise above your limits that restrict you. I see now that Gowasu was right all along: mortals grow and evolve, just as the gods have done since the beginning of time. This body, these memories...they've opened my eyes to the truth."

Vegetto Black gestured to Vegetto with his right arm stretched out.

"You have shown me a better world, one without the failed philosophy of a misguided god. I am no longer Zamasu. Call me..."

His smirk rose.

"Vegetto Black."

Vegetto paused for a moment, staring down his doppelganger before slowly rising his lips into a smirk, stifling a mocking chuckle.

"So that's it, Zamasu? You steal my body and my memories, and suddenly, you think you know us?"

He scoffed once more.

"First you want to destroy all the mortals, and now you want to become one? What a joke."

Vegetto Black chuckled in response, his smile genuine.

"Mmmmm, that's what I love about you. Even now, you treat my revelation as an attack, and you attempt to counter by mocking my pride. Every move a calculated step, every idea and belief all working towards defeating me in battle. Not a single punch is thrown and yet here we both are, swinging away at one another through words."

He stood upright, clearing his throat audibly.

"Then...allow me to retort: those memories aren't even you own!"

Vegetto Black erupted into a loud, obnoxious fit of laughter shortly after while Vegetto rolled his eyes, his arms still crossed.

"Ooooh, scathing."

Vegetto Black kept his smirk.

"Come now, you know I'm only trying to help you. You should be thanking me: you've become so much weaker than what you could be, you know."

Vegetto raised an eyebrow, staring down Vegetto Black who continued, his smirk rising into a devilish grin.

"This whole heroic charade of yours, this so called, 'Legendary Patroller of Time'? The hero who saved all of existence? It's all a front to mask what truly matters to you."

Vegetto's eyes narrowed in response, his dual voice flat.

"You know nothing about me."

Vegetto Black raised his right eyebrow.

"Oh? Then let's go down the list, starting with the here and now."

His eyes narrowed, locking with Vegetto's pupils.

"Tell me, did you even feel a twinge of sadness when you learned about how many of your fellow Patrollers I slaughtered?"

Vegetto remained silent, Vegetto Black beginning to pace to his side.

"I thought not. What about your favorite commander, the leader of your elite squadrons? I think...Tonba was it?"

Vegetto Black stopped in place, rubbing his temple with a dark chuckle.

"You should've seen his face, the hope that slowly died as his life ebbed away while he stared into the eyes of the man he thought he could trust."

He perked his head up, the two standing in silence for a few seconds before Vegetto Black's smirk rose slightly at the sight of Vegetto's eyebrow twitching slightly.

"Ah, the anger is clear. Normally, one would think you cared about your friend's death..."

Vegetto Black moved one step closer, his dual voice darkening.

"But you and I know better, don't we? Just like with Genn...when you learned who he really was. You didn't care about Tonba's humiliating death, nor Genn being a serial rapist and ruining the lives of other mortals, as if some heroic moral code of yours was being challenged."

Vegetto Black shook his head.

"No...you only care about your pride. You held Genn in such high esteem, and when you learned the truth behind who he really was...you wanted to slaughter him for the embarrassment. The Patrol should have heralded you as a hero for wanting to destroy a rapist...but instead, your timing showed...a different motivation. One that only I can see."

He stepped back, crossing his arms behind his back.

"Tonba...his death means nothing to you at all. The only reason why it enrages you so...is because you know I'm right about you."

Vegetto's narrowed glare remained locked on Vegetto Black, staring with a heavy frown for a moment in response. However, Vegetto's lips suddenly rose into a confident smirk, Vegetto Black's confusion clear in his expression.

"Not bad."

Vegetto Black narrowed his eyes, taking a step back instinctively at the sight of Vegetto's questioning stare, his right pointer finger extended to the sky.

"But if killing my Patrollers does not satisfy you, why do it?"

Vegetto Black paused, the dark smirk soon returning.

"Because their deaths force the desperation of the gods. And after waiting so long, now, here you stand at their command. Fighting battles for them while they reject you as one of their own."

Vegetto kept his smirk.

"You can try and swing your beliefs at me all you want, I don't care about becoming a god. A shame...and here I thought that perhaps, you might actually be able to understand who I am."

Vegetto Black shrugged his shoulders slightly.

"Perhaps...but even if I may not fully comprehend your priorities...I do still know that gnawing hunger deep inside the pit of your stomach. Even now, you blood boils over in search of a worthy fighter to challenge you. A warrior, destined to grow with you and be capable of pushing you beyond your current limits. Not just in strength, but to satisfy your own mental sanity. Even now, I can feel it slowly driving me mad."

Vegetto Black gestured between himself and Vegetto.

"It is the connection we share. Above all else, god or mortal, I am the only one who truly understands you now. Fate has brought us together, and now finally, we can grow with one another."

Vegetto's eyes widened slightly, watching the dark pink aura rapidly shoot up from underneath Vegetto Black's white boots. The volatile, negative energy engulfed his body in its ominous glow, the pink bundles of his hair billowing in the wind created from the surging power of his Super Saiyan Rose transformation.

"We can achieve true beauty. Come...fight with me Vegetto! Let us see who truly is the stronger warrior!"

Vegetto's smirk slowly rose, his hand slowly lifting to his earpiece at the sound of the Supreme Kai of Time's frantic voice.

::No! Vegetto, wait! You can't fight him on your own-::

The sound of the earpiece cracking inside of the fused warrior's white glove was quickly deafened from the roar of his own volatile aura shooting up, rapidly powering up to his Super Saiyan Blue form.

"Let's do this."
 
Chapter 21: Wrath of the Dragon

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"Just Super Saiyan?"

Gogeta's narrowed eyes scanned over Kassava as she stood with his arms raised in a defense position, her eyebrows perking up at the question. He slowly pulled his arms up, folding them across his chest with a frown.

"You're not going to scratch me with that level of power there. Why don't you use the Kaioken from the start?"

Kassava scoffed in response, tensing her arms.

"Maybe I don't need to use it yet."

Gogeta kept his frown.

"Is that what your gut is telling you? Or your pride?"

Kassava stared back for a moment, falling silent and glancing down.

"Hey! Gogeta!"

Gogeta perked his head, turning slightly to his left. Beerus glared back at the fusion, angrily shaking his right fist at the warrior.

"This isn't training! You're supposed to win here!"

Gogeta frowned, his pitch raising slightly into a near childish pout.

"Oh c'mon Lord Beerus! I'm just trying to make this fight more fu-"

Gogeta's eyes shifted back towards Kassava, narrowing at the sight of her right fist now pushing into his cheek. The shockwave of wind caused by the force of the blow ruffled his clothes, but Gogeta stood tall without a sign of damage despite having taken the hit. Kassava gasped, instinctively pulling back while Gogeta uncrossed his arms, facing back toward her.

"Hey, not bad. You're smart enough to strike me when my guard is down."

He kept his smirk, raising an eyebrow.

"But you never answered my question: which one was it? Your gut or your pride?"

Kassava frowned, lowering her arms.

"Pride...sorry."

Gogeta chuckled lightly, shaking his head.

"Don't be sorry. Everyone has that problem."

Kassava raised an eyebrow, watching Gogeta lift his right hand up and extend his pointer finger.

"Pride is the strongest drive a warrior can have, but it can break you quickly if you don't focus on what matters most: your own strength. So, how strong are you?"

Kassava kept her frown.

"Not very strong."

Gogeta raised an eyebrow.

"Well, maybe not with just Super Saiyan. Why are you upset though?"

Kassava lifted her head, her narrowed eyes meeting his.

"Because how am I supposed to beat you if my punches don't even hurt you? I've done all this training and work to be better, but there's always someone out there that is going to humiliate me. No matter what I do, I'm always going to be weaker than someone."

Gogeta cocked his head to the side, the confusion clear in his expression.

"Isn't that the best part about it though?"

Kassava raised her own eyebrow, staring back at Gogeta blankly while the fused warrior shrugged his shoulders.

"I always thought it was better that way. If there's someone out there that's going to beat you, then that means there's something you're not very good at. Which means there's always something you can do to be better than what you are now."

His grin returned.

"Isn't that exciting?"

Kassava narrowed her eyes once more, frowning in response.

"You really are a naive idiot. Maybe in your little world that works, but some of us actually give a damn about more than just ourselves."

Gogeta shrugged his shoulders again, his grin lowering into a confident smirk.

"Maybe you should try living in your own little world for once."

He audibly yawned.

"Are you going to use the Kaioken or not? You're too weak to challenge me any other way, so I'll just end it now if you're not going to."

Kassava snarled in response, her arms immediately tensing. A red glow rapidly surged up from underneath her feet, the red energy clashing violently with the golden power and rapidly overtaking its bright shine. Gogeta's smirk remained, staring back into the now red eyes of Kassava as she panted lightly, her chest rising and falling heavily with her shoulders.

"Tired?"

Kassava scoffed, the wind surging outward suddenly as she straightened herself out. She rapidly bolted forward, the dirt beneath her boots blasting outwards behind her and launching her right fist forward at Gogeta. Her eyes widened however, her knuckles only digging into the fused warrior's palm as he held her steadily out in front of him without flinching an inch.

Gogeta let out a small sigh, easily pushing her back with his free arm and prompting Kassava to stumble backwards along the ground, falling flat on her backside.

"Yeah, that's still not enough. You're going to have to power up a lot more."

Kassava rapidly recomposed herself, shooting back up to her feet. She grunted in frustration, the rage boiling over clearly in her expression.

"Stop mocking me!"

Gogeta perked his eyebrows, the sudden surge of energy emitting from Kassava's body catching his attention. With a thunderous roar, Kassava recoiled her arms tightly as her red aura rapidly expanded. Sparks of red electricity licked at the ground, burning into the grass while her energy signature continued to rise rapidly. Gogeta tensed slightly, his smirk rising into a half grin at the sight and taking a step back.

The aura suddenly retreated back inwards, the violent red sparks of electricity contained as Kassava threw out her arms, her voice echoing across the small planet.

"Times Ten!"

Gogeta lifted his arm slightly, his eyes narrowing at the second dash attempt from Kassava. He rapidly bolted backwards, narrowly dodging the right fist slamming into the ground where he stood milliseconds before. Propelling himself forward off the ground after his landing, Gogeta launched his left leg forward with a roar. His eyes widened slightly at the sensation of striking into a hard forearm, catching a glimpse of Kassava's own fierce stare before bolting backwards from the sudden strike to his chest. Rapidly skidding to a halt on the ground, Gogeta straightened himself up before mockingly brushing the right side of his black vest.

"Not bad. Not bad at all."

Kassava blinked at the sight, her fists still curled up while she watched Gogeta nonchalantly shrug off the strikes. She felt a small knot develop in her stomach, frowning while the fused warrior placed his hands on his hips.

"Surely you can do better!"

Kassava braced herself, quickly throwing up her arms in defense as Gogeta launched into a flurry of blows.

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Genn frowned heavily, watching the two resume their combat.

"Not even times ten gave her enough power?"

Whis shook his head.

"I'm afraid not. The amount of power she needs to match Gogeta simply can't be reached by only a ten times multiplier."

Trunks turned his head to Whis, raising an eyebrow.

"How did this happen exactly? Gogeta being here too...and Beerus was training him all along?"

Whis smiled.

"It was done the same way you brought about Vegetto. While you and Genn were patrolling your universe's timeline, Vegetto went to take care of Zamasu and seal up the bit of history where he wished himself an immortal body. However, he took advantage of the Super Dragon Balls being gathered together, and wished for a so called 'contingency plan'. Gogeta was given his own permanent body, and I transferred him here so that Beerus could train him up to the same level as your leader. In case Kassava did not improve fast enough."

Trunks turned back to the fight, his eyes slightly wide.

"Unbelievable...two fusions created by the same two fighters in one universe."

Whis nodded.

"With almost identical levels of power, albeit Gogeta is lacking in godly energy. Making him the perfect stepping stone for Kassava to advance past before she fights with Vegetto."

Genn blinked, turning back to Whis.

"But how is she going to win? She can't even hurt him."

Whis nodded towards the two Super Saiyans struggling in an arm lock, Gogeta's smirk widening as he loomed over an ailing Kassava struggling to keep standing upright.

"Look at his expression and his moves: he is holding back immensely right now. He's trying to push her, and so far, it's worked. If he keeps drawing out her latent abilities, this might end in her favor."

Beerus scoffed audibly.

"It's stupid. The fool should be ending this fight now, not helping your student gain the upper hand."

Whis kept a small smile.

"Perhaps. But drawing out her latent abilities could also be a double edged sword."

Genn blinked.

"How so?"

Whis merely nodded once to the two Saiyans as a response, the group turning back to watch the fight.

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Locked in a tense struggle, Kassava and Gogeta's hands gripped onto each one, attempting to gain leverage over the other in their grapple. Gogeta chuckled, the strength difference obvious and slowly pressuring Kassava closer to the floor, his arms shaking in the tension.

"Something...wrong? Is this your limit?!"

Kassava buckled slightly at the statement, cringing and shutting her eyes tightly. Gogeta frowned immediately at the sight, rapidly shifting from the condescension into a flat and serious tone.

"You're at your limit, but that doesn't mean you have to quit. There's more to you than you give yourself credit for...dig deep!"

Gogeta's aura flared rapidly, pushing down harder on Kassava. The Saiyan woman yelped in response, dropping to one knee with the ground cracking from the impacting force in her wake.

"Don't think, just bring it out! Do it now!!"

Kassava's eyes rapidly shot open, a thunderous screech suddenly ringing out as her own red aura flared up immensely. Gogeta's eyes widened, the entire scenery around the two washed with a dark red glow with his own energy eclipsed from the massive power up. Sparks of red lightning lashed out, the fused warrior grunting at the burns searing onto his arms from the impact and breaking the hold with Kassava. Leaping back, he barely had enough time to turn his head up to the sight of Kassava's rage driven expression, a right fist soon slamming into the side of his cheek to send Gogeta flipping backwards in the opposite direction.

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Whis' eyes widened slightly at the sight, a small shocked expression matching the tone in his voice.

"Oh my. That was a little unexpected."

Genn's mouth hung open slightly, Trunks turning towards Whis.

"Unexpected?"

Whis nodded.

"I knew she would rise a little bit above the times ten multiplier...but not this much. Impressive."

Trunks turned his head slowly back to the fight, watching on as Kassava rapidly engaged Gogeta from multiple angles.

"How far has she gone?"

Whis turned his eyes up, musing to himself for a few seconds.

"Hmmm....I'm not sure. It's hard to keep track with the numbers in situations like this."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, turning his eyes back to the fight.

"It won't matter though if she's not regulating the technique as intelligently as Goku does. Maxing out with the power of Blue, he still controlled his energy enough to where his strikes were concentrated and measured. If she doesn't calm down, she'll have more than just a drop in power to worry about."

Genn frowned in response, cupping his hands over his mouth and raising his voice into a shout.

"Kass!! Calm down!!"

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The red energy continued to spiral outwards from around Kassava's limbs, each blow to Gogeta's body rippling with volatile red energy. Sparkles of red shot outward briefly, Kassava gritting her teeth with wide eyes of rage as she suddenly appeared behind Gogeta and finishing her combo with a swift knee to his back. The fused warrior hacked, stumbling forward slightly and quickly flipping around to face back towards Kassava, throwing up his arms and blocking the following flurry of punches. His tense expression lightened slightly, sliding across the ground from the force of her strikes and smirking.

"What's...the...matter? Winning...not as...easily...as you...thought?"

Kassava snarled at the final word, pulling her arms back and sweeping her leg down at Gogeta's feet. Gogeta deftly shot his own foot out in the opposite direction, parrying her kick up and rapidly spinning around with his free leg. His eyes widened, shocked at the leg having connected only with Kassava's forearms as she roared once more, slapping his leg down and throwing him off balance. Gogeta hacked in visible pain, Kassava's right fist having shot into his stomach faster than he could follow and keeled forward slightly.

Gogeta's eyes narrowed, quickly recomposing himself and deflecting each of Kassava's following attacks. He stepped back, his determined stare following her through each strike. His arm swung low, punching the leg she attempted to kick with only seconds later, and rapidly shot upwards with his opposing arm, his fist slamming into her cheek with his entire body propelling forward with it. Kassava's eyes went wide, blasting backwards across the ground while Gogeta gracefully flipped forward and landed gently on his feet. He frowned, his eyes locked onto the fresh crater that formed a few meters away, letting out a small sigh before raising two fingers to his forehead.

Disappearing into thin air, Gogeta reappeared at the edge of the crater and dropped his arm, staring down at Kassava. His expression remained unchanged, watching the woman writhe in pain and the red aura gradually fading away.

"Your body is shutting you down before you do too much damage. It's a common mental limit, one that kicks in especially when you suffer a hit like that one."

He crossed his arms.

"You shouldn't have left yourself open like that. If you want to use a level of power you're not used to, you have to be very cautious about taking heavy hits and blows when your guard is down."

Kassava cringed heavily in pain, clutching her stomach with both arms. She panted heavily, staring up at Gogeta with a strong glare while he smirked down at her, turning on his heel.

"Alright...I think we're done here. What a waste of potential, you actually did some damage earlier."

Kassava's eyes went wide, watching Gogeta disappear from her sight once he had walked far enough away from the edge of the crater. Her arm muscles tensed heavily, gritting her teeth angrily.

"You...you can't just...."

She suddenly bolted upwards, stumbling as she landed onto the ground and collapsing onto all fours. Her determined, angry stare remained as she lifted her head, using most of her might to get a clear image of the fused warrior casually strolling away with his hands on his hips. Her eyes widened even further, managing to stand upright with arms dangling low.

"Don't...you...mock me!!"

Gogeta kept his smirk, stopping in place at the sensation of Kassava's energy suddenly exploding outward, his head turning slightly to the side as the wind ruffled his clothes in its wake. Kassava pulled her arms behind her back, cupping her palms together. Her narrowed eyes stared on as she watched Gogeta turn to fully face her, the confident smirk remaining as he shouted over the roaring energy.

"That's more like it! Show me what you can do!!"

Kassava gasped lightly, caught offguard at the comment. Her energy signature diminished slightly with the anger dissipating away, glancing down for a moment at the massive blue energy ball forming in her hands.

Where...is this power coming from?

Her head lifted immediately, turning to Whis. The taller angel kept a warm smile, having already turned his attention to her and winking with his left eye. Kassava blinked for a moment in confusion, glancing back down as the sound of his voice filled her head.

The point of training is for you to rise above your limits...above what you believe you are capable of in measured sets. You've come farther than you imagined possible, conquered  tasks you never believed yourself capable of. Not because you are different or special...but because you're starting to see the truth. You continue to always rise above your limits simply because-

Kassava's eyes turned up, her voice soft in speaking the words.

"There are no limits."

Her arms lowered slightly, the energy rapidly surging outward in every direction. Throwing both palms forward, her voice boomed over the violently energy pouring outward.

"Dragon's Fire!!"

The energy fired forward from her palms, taking form into a massive dragon barreling toward Gogeta, tearing into the ground heavily in its rapid approach. Gogeta's eyes widened slightly, his aura flaring up as he let out a thunderous roar of his own, his arms tensing and catching the head of the dragon. Gripping onto the upper and lower jaws, Gogeta gritted his teeth together and struggled to slap the blast to his upper left. The dragon shot up into the sky from the swing of Gogeta's arms, soon disappearing into space. The fused warrior panted heavily, his arms dropping to his sides and turning back to see Kassava collapsed down to her knees again, her golden hair dropping down into a dark black while she keeled forward, visibly vomiting on the grass shortly after.

"Incredible...what was that attack?"

Kassava sat on her heels, wiping the side of her mouth and panting lightly.

"I...well I don't know. I wanted to...use...that Dragon's Fist. But...you were...too far away. So I made it into a beam."

Gogeta raised an eyebrow.

"Just like that?"

Kassava shrugged her shoulders, prompting a small chuckle from the fused warrior.

"You're really something, I don't think I've ever had to try as hard as I did back there."

He raised his arms back into a defensive stance.

"So...shall we continue?"

Kassava huffed in response, a somewhat dazed expression across her face while she struggled to stand. Her head turned, however, to Whis's staff lowering in between the two fighters, his voice.

"That's enough for one day, you two. Go get some rest; we'll continue in the morning."

Gogeta frowned in response, lowering his arms and quietly descending out of his Super Saiyan form.

"C'mon Whis, we were just getting started."

Whis half smiled in response.

"Perhaps you were, but look at your opponent. She is completely drained."

Kassava turned her head down, still panting heavily and dropping down to the ground, lying on her back with her arms sprawled out. Her eyes fluttered for a bit, Whis' voice muffled while she slowly lost consciousness.

"Be patient..she'll be strong enough to to give you a real fight soon..."

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Unknown World, Present Timeline

Shockwaves in the sky erupted in every direction, the planet's surface itself visibly cracking under the immense force exploding above. Skyscrapers and abandoned buildings miles away began to shake and crumble beneath the weight of the two warriors engaged in a deadlocked flurry of blows, blue and dark pink energies surging in the sky. Vegetto's narrowed eyes warily watched the onslaught of blows slamming into his forearms, being pushed back by an eccentric doppelganger that laughed as if he had no care in the world, his dual voice booming over the sound of his punches.

"Do you see now?! This is our fate, our battle!!"

Vegetto scoffed, his right arm suddenly shooting up and slapping Vegetto Black's arms outward, leaving the doppelganger's midsection open. With a earth shaking roar, Vegetto quickly launched his right knee into his stomach, propelling Vegetto Black though a nearby cloud. The doppelganger quickly recomposed himself, raising two fingers to his forehead and disappearing into thin air, reappearing moments later above Vegetto with his right arm cocked.

"Take this!!"

Vegetto gasped, his head whipping to the right as he managed to turn upwards in time for the blow to strike his cheek, sending him crashing back down to the surface with Vegetto Black in pursuit. The Potara fusion crashed onto the cement on all fours, his white gloved hands gripping onto the hard surface. His eyes turned up, staring at Vegetto Black launching his right arm forward in another downwards axe. However, the doppelganger gasped as the ground from underneath Vegetto caved in rapidly, the fusion having used his energy to break into the surface at a rapid speed enough for the blow to swipe only at his glowing blue hair, Vegetto Black soon imbalanced from the lack of impact to stabilize his movement.

Vegetto quickly swung both feet up, cocking his legs back for only a second to slam into Vegetto Black's chest and send him flying up into the air once more. Vegetto Black only smirked at the strike, flipping backwards for only a second and stabilizing himself in mid air, a powerful sonic explosion soon exploding outwards after he righted himself. Vegetto panted heavily, staring up at Vegetto Black who lowered his arms, completely relaxed.

"Amazing. I had my doubts that a mortal such as yourself was capable of competing with me. But you were the one who crafted this body, and I should've given you more credit from the start."

Vegetto only narrowed his eyes into a sharp glare, watching Vegetto Black float downwards as he continued.

"This is further vindication. So much power, and yet in your simplicity, you have found clarity. Even in the face of overwhelming negativity, you stand tall and fight till the end. But it's not your conviction that spurs you forward...no. You love it, you love the thrill of it all!"

Vegetto's arms tense, watching Vegetto Black land gently on the ground, his chin lifting in the sky.

"I have made a grave mistake, and see now where I was wrong in my conviction for justice. You were right all along, Gowasu, I was never fit to be a Kaioshin. But even gods grow and learn, from their imperfections."

He lifted both arms to the sky, his grin widening and his dual voice raising.

"Do you see me now, Gowasu?! Look on your student and see how far he has com-"

Vegetto Black's wide eyes remained, his mouth wide as Vegetto's gloved fist smashed into his cheek, the doppelganger crashing to the floor seconds later and sliding to a halt. Vegetto scoffed, landing a few feet away after connection the blow, and shaking his fist.

"Sorry about that, you left yourself wide open there."

Vegetto's confident smirk soon vanished however, watching Vegetto Black rise up to his feet with a grin. No damage appeared to form on the doppelganger's cheek, his wild and ominous eyes staring back into Vegetto's blue pupils.

"Nice shot. That one...really got the blood flowing."

Vegetto's expression dropped slightly, tensing slightly at the sight of the dark pink aura flaring up.

"That one was the first one that really gave me any sensation. Not much, but enough."

Vegetto's eyes went wide, keeling forward slightly at the sudden pressure in his stomach. He hacked, staring down in shock at the fist now buried into his stomach, Vegetto Black's dual voice darkening.

"In truth, I've been holding back on you too. Maybe it was out of respect...or perhaps even pity. But it's time you evolved, mortal."

Vegetto gasped, his head whipping upwards once the fist shot upward from his stomach, sending the fused warrior flying into the air. He traveled only a few meters before Vegetto Black suddenly reappeared at the apex of his flight, sweeping his left leg down to send Vegetto flying back into the concrete. Vegetto Black kept a smirk, landing on the ground a few feet from Vegetto, who struggled to sit upright in the crater left in his wake.

"You've grown soft, taking comfort in leading a weak Patrol and facing pitiful foes for enemies. Don't worry though, I will teach you the humility you've shown me. The agonizing sting of defeat that my former self has endured by your teachings, will be returned in full."

Vegetto chuckled in response, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh? I've been picking you apart ever since we started, Zamasu. Your bravado won't change anything."

Vegetto's confident expression disappeared, however, watching Vegetto Black smirk back and wave him on with his right hand. The two stared off intensely for a few seconds, Vegetto Black's expression changing as he mocked the fusion.

"Yoohoo!"

Vegetto snarled, suddenly bolting upwards from the crater and crashing down onto Vegetto Black in a flurry of punches and kicks. His narrowed eyes softened after a few seconds, however, watching each consecutive strike land cleanly on Vegetto Black's body without a reaction from the doppelganger.

Vegetto gasped, instinctively leaping back and pulling his arms up into a defensive stance while Vegetto Black mockingly brushed his left shoulder, dust dissipating from his black gi. Vegetto stared back at the confident smirk in shock, watching Vegetto Black raise an eyebrow.

"Something wrong? You seemed so sure of yourself only a few seconds ago."

Vegetto remained tense, his glare strong while Vegetto Black chuckled lightly.

"Hey, don't get so down in the dumps. You've won every fight you've been in."

The doppelganger's dark smirk widened.

"You know, everyone meets their better sooner or later."

Vegetto grunted, his blue aura rapidly flaring outwards. The fused warrior rapidly bolted forward, launching into another flurry of punches and kicks while Vegetto Black feinted left and right, easily dodging the swipes and blows as he floated backwards along the ground. Vegetto snarled, his dual voice flaring at each failure.

"You're...nothing! Without that body, I'd be ripping you apart!"

Vegetto Black mockingly chuckled, his knees rising up and stopping each following blow.

"Oh yeah? Well look who's talking: you got your strength from Vegeta and Kakarot. You're nothing but those two's hard work, a borrowed vessel of power that doesn't even have a soul!"

Vegetto only snarled more in response, his dual voice turning dark.

"I'm...going...to...kill...you!"

Vegetto Black kept his smirk, parrying each strike with ease.

"Or...at least...make me use my hands!"

Vegetto roared, pulling his right arm back and launching it forward. His eyes went wide shortly after, the blow sailing past Vegetto Black, who quickly followed up with a knee to the Potara fusion's chest, knocking the wind out of him. Vegetto stumbled backwards, collapsing onto one knee and struggled to breathe while Vegetto Black loomed over him, his smirk remaining.

"Your energy is growing weaker, Vegetto. You can't keep this up for much longer."

Vegetto and Vegetto Black both gasped lightly, however, a bright green energy suddenly encasing Vegetto's entire body. The Potara fusion grunted, his entire body locked in a frozen position.

"What...is....this?!"

Vegetto Black narrowed his eyes, staring down at the trapped Vegetto for a moment before turning his head up at the sound of a feminine voice that was slightly agitated.

"Finally...this clone did enough damage for my magic to work on you."

Towa kept a harsh frown, landing softly a few meters from Vegetto Black with Mira in tow. Vegetto's eyes followed her as she landed, his voice low.

"Towa. How'd I know a weakling like you would be behind this."

Towa scoffed.

"The same way I know a simpleton like you would risk being put into a vulnerable situation like this. I don't care for your petty sense of honor, I've come to finally see you eliminated from my goals, once and for all."

Vegetto Black raised an eyebrow, his dual voice still low.

"What are you planning, sorcerer?"

Towa's narrowed eyes turned to Vegetto Black, her frown remaining.

"What you were supposed to be doing: ending the legendary Time Patroller."

She nodded to the frozen Vegetto locked in place at the doppelganger's feet.

"Take his life and be done with this. You've played with your prey long enough; humiliating him does nothing to help the plan."

Vegetto Black's narrowed eyes locked onto Towa.

"You dare give orders to a god, mortal?"

Towa grunted.

"You were the one that gave the orders in the first place!"

Her eyes turned to Mira, nodding to him.

"But if you won't take Vegetto's life, then I'll have Mira do it for you. Go Mira...end the Time Patroller's leader once and for all!"

Mira nodded curtly in response, bolting forward with a small energy ball forming at his palm. Vegetto attempted to tense his body in preparation, his eyes widening.

My power...I can't....shield myself...

His wide eyes following the warrior gaining ground on him until a pink energy blade suddenly swung forward, Mira's shocked expression still locked on his face as his decapitated head collapsed to the ground at Vegetto's knees. Vegetto blinked inside the green sphere locking him place, his eyes turning towards Vegetto Black who lowered his arm with a smirk.

"No, Vegetto will live to see the end of this day."

Vegetto Black turned towards Towa, her shocked expression nearly mirroring Mira's as she nearly screeched.

"What have you done?!"

Vegetto Black only chuckled in response, moving towards her.

"You challenged my rule, scorning the orders of a god. I told you not to interfere, and instead of obeying my command, you ruined my perfect battle."

His right hand shot out, encasing Towa's throat as she struggled in vain against his forearm, lifting her effortlessly into the air. Vegetto Black then sighed heavily, nearly shrugging his shoulders.

"But I suppose it can't be helped now. You will have your Demon Realm resurrected, but consider your little pet's demise a final lesson..."

His eyes went narrowed, a dark ominous expression amplifying the hate in his dual voice.

"Interfere with my battles again, and I will end you."

Vegetto Black then turned his head back to Vegetto, who sat in the energy frozen.

"As for you, I'm sorry for my follower's rude interruption of our glorious battle. I wasn't able to teach you true humility today, but I hope this defeat has taught you well. Even if it wasn't truly by my hands alone."

Vegetto watched on in silence as Vegetto Black chuckled at him, raising two fingers to his forehead with his free hand.

"I look forward to seeing your progress out there on the real battlefield."

Vegetto's eyes only narrowed, watching Vegetto Black and Towa disappearing into thin air, the dark dual laughter of the doppelganger boring into his mind as he sat alone in the empty, decimated cityscape.
 
Chapter 22: True Transcendence

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"Get up!!"

The voice was as distorted in her ears as her eyesight, Kassava's perception completely muddled. Small changes in blue and orange light circled around her, followed shortly by a flash of white and agonizing pain ringing out across her body. Collapsing to the floor, the woman struggled to breathe.

"Transform!!"

A whimper only escaped her lips, despite her mind screaming the words.

I can't!

"You will!!"

The dual voice in her mind turned sinister, darkening in its tone.

"Or you will die!!"

The grip around her neck intensified, Kassava barely able to recall even remembering the force's introduction in the first place. The blurred vision began to darken slightly, her body desperately struggling to fight against the overwhelming, suffocating power. The beat of her heart ringing in her ear began to slow, despite her mind racing faster than ever, the dark dual voice still clearly picking up.

"Or...you...will...die!!"

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Kassava's upper body bolted upwards, her rapid panting nearly matching in tune with the flare of her golden aura surging outward. Her eyes shifted frantically around the room, her breathing beginning to steady once she realized where she sat. Now back in her makeshift room inside of Beerus' palace, Kassava leaned back on her arms, glancing down at the comforter covering her lower body and the bed she sat upright on while her breathing steadied. She jumped, however, at the calm collected voice ringing out a few feet away from her.

"Rough night, huh?"

Kassava caught her breath, her body relaxing at the sight of Genn sitting in a criss-cross position on his bed to the left side of hers, his hands in his lap.

"You've been out for a couple of days, you know. Do you even remember what happened?"

Kassava frowned, dropping down onto the mattress fully onto her back, her eyes turning to the ceiling.

"I fought...that Gogeta guy."

Her frown dropped slightly.

"And I couldn't beat him."

Genn shrugged his shoulders slightly.

"Maybe, maybe not. You did some damage to him though, that's for sure. With better timing and a fighter who isn't prepared for your moves, you'll do way better."

Kassava sighed, her arms lifting up and resting on her stomach.

"Genn...do you not realize how hard that is going to be? You make it sound so simple."

Genn chuckled lightly.

"Well yeah! It is simple."

Kassava deadpanned, Genn continuing.

"Just because it's simple doesn't mean it's easy."

Kassava only sighed lightly in response, rolling onto her side away from Genn.

"At least I'll have more time to train and get stronger."

Genn frowned.

"Actually...today was the last day. We're heading back to Canton City first thing in the morning."

Kassava blinked hard, rapidly spinning around and sitting upright on the bed.

"What?!"

Genn frowned, his expression softening as he shrugged his shoulders once more.

"It's been a week already, Kass. We'll be heading back in the morning, and Vegetto will undoubtedly want to fight with you as soon as you get back."

Kassava grabbed her head, her voice frantic.

"No no no no....not yet! I'm not ready, I need more time to get stronger so I can-"

"Kass!"

Kassava stopped, her eyes locking onto Genn's warm smile.

"It's going to be alright. You're ready to face him."

Kassava scoffed audibly, the sarcasm dripping from her voice.

"Yeah, sure! I'm completely capable of beating him!"

Genn kept his smile, his tone flat.

"Well...Gogeta is almost the same exact fighter as Vegetto. If you're able to damage him, then you can damage Vegetto."

Kassava shook her head, her eyes wide in her petrified expression.

"No no, you don't understand. It doesn't matter what I did to him in our fight there: all of it, was just him toying with me. Just like Vegetto, they both have the power of a damn god, Genn! What the hell am I going to do against the power of a god?!"

Genn's smile diminished slightly, yet still remained.

"Well...why don't you focus less on them, and more on what you did out there against him? You know...where you pushed yourself farther than any of us even thought you could! Even Whis was surprised."

Kassava blinked.

"Huh?"

Genn's smile returned in full force, nodding his head once eagerly.

"Yup! Whis didn't expect you to go as far with the Kaioken as you did! He was really happy that you finally took his teachings to heart!"

Genn kept his grin, extending his pointer finger out.

"Rule number one: there are no limits! Just mental blocks you have to power through!"

Kassava grunted lowly in response, turning her head back down.

"That was just a one time thing. Besides...it's all crap anyway. I passed out, didn't I?"

Genn raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, so?"

Kassava narrowed her eyes, her tone devoid of any positivity.

"Sounds like a limit to me."

Genn frowned.

"Nah...you don't get it, Kass. Sure, your body needs to grow and learn from the experience and all. But that doesn't mean you can't push it to heights that normally would be impossible in everyone else's minds."

Kassava snorted.

"Yeah, that's why you're so powerful huh? Mind over matter, yet here you are, still not a Super Saiyan or strong enough to be in the elite divisions of the Patrol."

A long silence followed her words, Kassava's head perking up and her eyes widening in realization of what she just said. Her head quickly turned towards Genn, her expression softening at the sight of his head bowed.

"I didn't mean that...sorry."

Genn kept his head bowed, his frown strong while he waved his arm in dismissal.

"It's fine. You're not wrong...but that's why Whis is interested in training you, not me."

Kassava kept her frown.

"Whis hasn't been training you?"

Genn shook his head once.

"Nah...I'm not strong enough for his real regiment. Trunks decided to opt out, since he didn't think that the rigorous training was needed to teach him a lesson he already learned on the first day. But for me...well...Whis told me I couldn't outsmart his true training, so I shouldn't bother with it."

Kassava bowed her head slightly.

"I'm sorry to hear that."

Her brow furrowed, seeing Genn break out into a small smile.

"Don't be. He and I came up with another way for me to get stronger, but it won't be easy. I'll need to find a few people that are...well...like me."

Kassava kept a flat expression.

"Do you know where to look?"

Genn shrugged his shoulders.

"Nah, not yet. But I'll figure something out, I'm sure."

Kassava smiled in response.

"You could use more friends, that's for sure."

Genn snorted.

"So could you."

Kassava giggled lightly in response, shifting onto her back again and staring up at the ceiling.

"Maybe. So, does this plan only work for you...or can I get stronger from it as well?"

Genn paused, his eyes turning down and becoming lost in his train of thought. He perked up with a grin for a moment as the realization hit him, but quickly shook his head and recomposed himself.

"Oh...maybe not right now. But...I do have a plan for you to beat Vegetto. Even if he uses the power of a god!"

Kassava raised an eyebrow, turning slightly towards him.

"Oh?"

Genn nodded, meeting her eye to eye with a determined expression.

"Yes...but you'll need to do exactly what I tell you to."

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The white light surrounding Vegetto's body soon diminished, the fused warrior collapsing onto the ground on all fours and panting lightly. Now back in the Time Vault, Vegetto slowly recomposed himself and got to his feet, his head turning to the sound of the Supreme Kai of Time's voice.

"Are you out of your damn mind?!"

Vegetto narrowed his eyes, turning to face her.

"No. I knew exactly what I was doing in there."

The Supreme Kai of Time scoffed.

"Yes, truly. You looked like you had complete control over Towa freezing your body in her magic and Mira nearly killing you! Not to mention, severely underestimating this...Vegetto Black...and losing as badly as you did to him! They could've killed you out there!"

Vegetto kept a flat expression, his eyes still narrow.

"That's in the past now. I'm alive, aren't I?"

The fused warrior shut his eyes shortly after, the agitation rising in his mind at the sound of Zamasu's boisterous laughter, the fallen Kaioshin turning his head to the Supreme Kai of Time from where he stood in his cell.

"Listen to that arrogance, Supreme Kai. Do you honestly think that this is the warrior that is destined to finally bring about an end to my plans?!"

Vegetto kept his frown, his glare remaining strong on the Supreme Kai of Time while the Elder turned his gaze to the side.

"Now he knows how our fight went. We weren't supposed to do this here: you're supposed to be supporting me in front of him!"

Zamasu chuckled.

"How can she?"

Vegetto's narrowed eyes lifted back to Zamasu, his hands balling into fists shortly after while the fallen Kaioshin nodded to him.

"Look at you: I don't need to be capable of reading minds to see you breaking down. Your entire world is falling apart right in front of you, as expected of a mortal who attempts to play the role of a god."

Vegetto grunted, moving up to the edges of the cell. Zamasu's confident expression remained unchanged, meeting Vegetto's stern eyes while the dual voice rung out once more.

"Lower the force field."

The Supreme Kai of Time blinked, the room falling silent. Her voice came out low and weak, barely audible.

"Wha-"

"LOWER THE DAMN FORCE FIELD!!"

Both of the Kais' eyes went wide at the sudden outburst, Vegetto having spun around slightly with wide eyes in his rage. The smaller Kai moved slightly to her left, reaching under the table and rapidly trying to push at the button, missing a few times in her fear but eventually pressing onto the button. Zamasu's confident expression had remained unchanged, his eyes leaving Vegetto and watching the energy that held him retreating down into the floor shortly after. He inhaled deeply, his eyes lifting back up while he crossed his arms behind his back, watching Vegetto extended his arms out in his challenge.

"Let's see it then, god. Break me...right now."

Zamasu let out a small, amused grunt.

"I don't need to. Look at what you've done to your-"

He suddenly stumbled, his body bumping into the wall from the force slamming into his cheek in the form of a downwards punch. Vegetto's rage grew clearly in his expression, his dual voice raising into a shout as he cocked his arm back.

"What was that?! I couldn't hear you!!"

Zamasu slowly struggled to stand upright, chuckling darkly in amusement.

"I said...look at what you're doing to your-"

Another punch forced the fallen Kaioshin down onto his ribs, Zamasu breaking out into a fit of hysterical laughter as Vegetto loomed over him, pulling his arm back after the second punch.

"Did you say something?! Still can't make it out!!"

Zamasu stifled his laughter once more, the confidence still strong in his tone.

"You're wasting your time, not even your pride will feel better after punching me like this. He's far stronger than you can possibly compete with, and you know it. You primitive monkeys have no idea how to wield the powers of a god, and he proved it today. You are outclassed by a true, intelligence beyond your comprehension. With no way to increase your own power to match him."

Vegetto's rage continued to rise at the insults, Zamasu raising an eyebrow.

"Do you really think you can punch your way through immortality, Vegetto? Face the truth: you're nothing but a primitive little mortal, trying to fight his way out of a destiny he himself invoked upon the universe. This...is why you deserve the fate that's coming to you."

The fused warrior shot both arms down, hoisting Zamasu up by his bulky clothes and holding him into the air.

"The only fate that awaits me, is watching you being erased from my universe. You may be safe for now, but we will find a way to erase you once and for all."

His glare sharpened even further.

"And when we do, nothing will stand in my way this time. No faulty one hour time limits, no sword from Trunks to give you a new opportunity to rise above. Only me and you, finishing what we started."

Vegetto grunted, flicking his rests and tossing Zamasu back onto the floor with a loud thud. He moved to the edge of the table and pressed the button once more, the energy shooting back up and locking Zamasu back into his cell without any resistance from the fallen god.

Vegetto then turned on his heel.

"I'm going to bed, save your scolding and lectures for the morning when I'm in a better mood."

The fused warrior did not wait for a response, soon disappearing through the exit and leaving the two Kaioshins alone in the Time Vault with Zamasu, who chuckled darkly once he was completely out of earshot.
 
Chapter 23: Against All Odds

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The calm, space atmosphere surrounding the planet remained unchanged while Whis stared up at the stars, an emotionless expression across his face. He turned his head slowly towards the sound of two pairs of boots trudging through the grass a few feet away, a warm smile forming at the sight of Genn and Kassava.

"Good morning you two. Are you ready for the big day?"

Genn nodded, smiling back at Whis while Kassava only glanced away.

"Yup! Sorry we're late, Kass slept in again and wouldn't wake up no matter how hard I tried."

Whis shook his head.

"Don't be. It's rather refreshing to hear she was able to sleep at all last night. Normally, most fighters would've jeopardized their fight from a lack of sleep in anticipation."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Did you have a big breakfast as well?"

Genn nodded curtly in response, prompting Whis to turn on his heel.

"Then let's be off. We should get going, don't want to make Vegetto wait too long!"

Beerus' eyes scanned the three warriors who all moved up behind Whis, remaining silent until they had placed their hands on his back. The god of destruction stood with his arms crossed, glancing to the side at the silent Gogeta for a moment before facing back towards Whis.

"Is the situation really that dire, Whis?"

Whis turned his head down to Beerus, his flat expression remaining.

"Are you referring to the Zamasu event?"

Beerus nodded, Whis rubbing his chin for a moment.

"If I were to rate it on a scale from one to ten...I'd say it's probably a very concrete four."

Trunks' eyes widened.

"A...four?!"

Whis nodded.

"Yes, victory shouldn't be too difficult or unexpected for your Patrol here."

Trunks stared back incredulously.

"Whis...there are two of him, one of them having stolen Vegetto's body! Not to mention...what if they revive the Demon Realm's inhabitants?!"

Whis blinked, glancing back up.

"Oh right, I forgot about the doppelganger."

He kept a warm smile.

"My apologies, I would rate it a six with all things considered."

Trunks dropped his forehead into his free hand, sighing heavily. Kassava kept a frown as well, fidgetting slightly while Beerus nodded.

"Fine, but don't be gone for too long. It's been awhile since that idiot has asked to train with us, and I'm sure he'll get restless sooner than later."

Whis nodded.

"As you wish, Lord Beerus. Good luck with your pupil, and I will see you in a couple of days."

The group suddenly shot upwards into a massive beam of light, bolting into the dark depths of space and leaving Beerus and Gogeta behind on world. Kassava grimaced at the sudden expulsion of force, her head spinning and slowly stabilizing to see the image of the four all floating along together inside of a beam of energy traveling rapidly through the confines of space. Her eyes followed the stars that they shot past, the streaks of light catching her attention until Whis' voice rung out.

"Do you have a plan to beat him, Kassava?"

Kassava paused, a little off guard at the comment, before speaking with a flat tone.

"Yeah...I gotta catch him off guard is all."

Whis kept his head turned forward.

"And how exactly do you plan to do that?"

Kassava glanced over to Genn for a moment, before turning back to Whis.

"Just...powering up at the right time. And well...I have a new move I can use that he hasn't seen before."

Whis turned his eyes slightly to the side.

"Ah yes, your alteration of the Dragon's Fist. I take it you plan to use that move on him before he powers up to Blue?"

Kassava frowned.

"...before?"

Whis nodded, his head finally turning back to her.

"You must remember that Vegetto can sustain the power of a god without any drawbacks to his stamina. If he powers up to Blue, then your attack will not be able to effectively damage him at your current level."

Kassava narrowed her eyes.

"Then I'll just have to dig deeper."

Whis chuckled lightly in response, turning back around.

"Perhaps you can, but fighting harder is not always the path to victory either. You will need to find the right balance if you want to win this battle."

Kassava nodded her head once.

"Alright...I'll give it a shot."

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"That's another galaxy...gone."

Vegetto's narrowed eyes stared down at the outstretched scroll in front of him, ignoring the Supreme Kai of Time's voice while he studied the sight before him. A lone, small and golden streak shot through the darkness of space, a cataclysmic explosion having erupted moments earlier with the entire system being vaporized by the energy. 

"He's not even using Rose to do it either."

The Supreme Kai of Time winced heavily, a small twinge of pain across her expression.

"If he keeps this up...Towa will have the energy she needs to break the seal on the Demon Realm. I don't know how much longer I can stop the butterfly effect his distortions are causing."

Vegetto sighed heavily.

"We'll need everyone back here if we're hoping to take the fight to him. Let Towa harness the negative energy from the distortions, Chronoa. That should take some of the burden off from you at the very least."

The Elder Kai frowned.

"Do not underestimate the Demon Realm, Vegetto. Your doppelganger may be a grave threat to the universe, but we have no idea what is lying in wait on the other side of that seal. If she brings back her followers, then we may have to deal with a threat much greater than Zamasu."

Vegetto pushed himself off the table, his eyes perking at the sound of more footsteps towards the entrance. Zamasu also turned his head up, his narrowed eyes landing on Whis, Genn, Kassava, and Trunks as they all entered, the taller angel speaking first.

"Apologies for the delay, we meant to arrive much sooner."

An expression of relief washed over Vegetto's tense face, his expression lightening as he smirked.

"Thank goodness, you're back. How did your training go?"

Kassava moved around from Whis, rubbing her arm.

"It went well, I think."

The Supreme Kai of Time also smiled widely, moving towards the group.

"Alright guys, we can all talk a little bit later. But right now, I need you all to get in the timeline and take care of this fake Vegetto as a team."

Whis frowned.

"Hold on a moment there, Supreme Kai."

His eyes diverted to the Scroll for a moment, before smiling and turning back to her.

"I'm more interested in seeing the fight between Vegetto and Kassava. Your mission can wait."

Vegetto's eyes widened in shock, staring on silently while the Supreme Kai of Time mimicked his surprised expression.

"What do you mean the mission can wait?! He's causing ripples into the time stream Whis!"

Whis nodded.

"Yes, a rather grave crime indeed. But don't worry: I'll help you manage the distortions so these two can have their battle. The doppelganger can have his fun for now."

Zamasu kept his narrowed eyes trained on Whis, his tone flat.

"Passively allowing your pest infected kingdoms to burn in order to appease your selfish desires? You sully the name of the gods, angel."

Whis turned his head slightly towards the cell, his warm tone never once changing.

"Oh my, I didn't even see you there. I trust you are well, Zamasu?"

Zamasu scoffed.

"I suffer every day in the presence of you fools. I yearn for the day where I might evolve past the trivialities of the cursed mortals and their failed gods that cherish them."

Whis nodded.

"Ah yes, my apologies."

He turned back to the Supreme Kai of Time, smiling.

"Now, are those terms acceptable?"

The Supreme Kai of Time kept her frown, turning her head up towards Vegetto, who had already moved to the Scroll with a small grin.

"I guess...I don't really have a choice in the matter anyway."

Whis beamed in response, standing back upright.

"Splendid! Now..."

He nodded to Kassava, who moved up a few feet from Vegetto and stood next to him in front of the scroll.

"Good luck, Kassava!"

Kassava furrowed her brow, a small frown still across her face as she stared back at Whis, turning her eyes down to Genn and Trunks. Her expression softened, the white light soon overtaking her entire body but not blinding her enough to miss the two other Saiyans, both grinning and giving her a couple of thumbs up signs. Her head then turned back in front, the pressure of a hand on her shoulder causing her to gasp slightly. She blinked, just in time to see Vegetto nod at her with a confident smirk before two disappeared into thin air.

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Unmarked world, Sealed Timeline

Kassava's eyes turned down to the grass beneath her shoes, blinking in confusion for a moment before Vegetto's dual voice spoke out.

"Recognize the place? It's the same timeline I used for our first spar. Entirely different reality from the time stream we protect, made for the sole purpose of training and unrestricted combat."

He took a few steps back, a golden aura suddenly washing over his entire body in rapid succession, the surge of his energy knocking Kassava off balance.

"I can't wait to see what Whis' training has done for you. So if you don't mind...how about we skip the warm up?"

Kassava took a few steps back after recovering, raising an eyebrow.

"You want my full power from the start?"

Vegetto nodded once.

"Of course, but just remember one thing Kassava..."

Kassava stared back, watching Vegetto lift his pointer finger into the air.

"Winning and losing mean nothing today, alright? What matters most, what I want to see more than anything, is you giving it your all. Understand?"

Kassava frowned, but nodded once. Vegetto kept his smirk, his arms tensing and moving into his signature combat stance.

"Alright then...let's see what you can do."

Kassava swallowed hard, spacing her legs slightly and clenching her fists together.

Alright Kass...this is it. This is what you trained for. Don't worry too much about him being a bit stronger than you...

Her gaze remained locked on Vegetto, her arms twitching as a golden aura soon washed over her body as well. The lack of any impact on her stamina had no effect on her thoughts, still racing through her head.

A lot stronger than you. But you have a new set of techniques now...that we can take nice and easy. On three....one....two....

Kassava grunted heavily, the golden aura being completely overtaken on the surge of bright red energy shooting up from underneath her feet and blasting out a torrent of wind in every direction from her body. Vegetto's smirk immediately dropped as the wind hit his body, his hair and gi ruffling slightly as he stood completely still. Frowning slightly, Vegetto lowered his arms a bit at the sight, his dual voice low.

"The Kaioken?"

Kassava inhaled deeply, pushing the air from her lungs shortly after and glancing down at her arms.

Easy...easy. The strain wasn't nearly as bad this time...

Her head lifted, her narrowed eyes shifting into a strong determined glare.

"Alright body...don't fail me now!"

The thunderous roar mounted slowly, Kassava's voice booming above the surge of wind and power exploding outwards from around her body. The entire planet began to shake under the violent surge in power, aside from the lone fused warrior standing tall against the powerful forces surging around his body. Vegetto scoffed, one hand reaching up and rubbing his temple at the sight and shouting above the winds as best he could.

"That's a lot of strain you're putting on your body for only a times ten multiplier!! It won't be enough!!"

His smirk returned, but only for a moment as Kassava's thunderous voice erupted above the surge of red lightning spiraling up into her aura.

"THEN HOW ABOUT TWENTY?!!!"

Vegetto's eyes went wide, gasping slightly as the entire sky itself washed into a shade of red and distorting the atmosphere covering the planet.

"KAIOKEN TIMES TWENTY!!!"

Vegetto's arms instinctively shot up, a breeze of wind instinctively warning him of the impending danger, only to keel forward onto the arm now lodged into his stomach. His wide eyes and shocked expression remained, staring back into the sharp glare of the transformed Kassava for a second until blows crushing into him from all angles forced him to stumble back along the ground. Vegetto grimaced heavily, a small trail of blood flowing from the right side of his mouth as he quickly recomposed himself in time for the next few strikes.

He roared, his right arm shooting up and parrying an incoming fist, with his left left sweeping out in the opposite, swiping another fist completely off balance. His arms shot up, one of his hands catching Kassava's fists neatly as she reappeared directly in front of him. Kassava gasped, another surge of golden energy catching her attention as blue sparks of lightning surging around Vegetto's aura clashed with the red discharges from her own.

"What's wrong?!"

Vegetto's head shot forward, slamming his forehead into hers and Kassava's head rocked back, the Saiyan woman cringing heavily from the blow.

"You didn't think it'd be that easy, did you?!"

Kassava snarled, breaking the arm lock and stepping back, soon launching forward from her momentum and launching into another flurry of punches and kicks. Vegetto chuckled happily, his arms swinging in every direction as Kassava teleported into strikes from multiple different angles, expertly parrying and blocking each of her strikes. His eyes followed the movements near perfectly, his left arm held in front of his chest to his right from blocking her punch. He tracked her energy to the right to the opposite angle, his left arm now cocked back and shooting out into an elbow jab, his other hand gripping his wrist to prevent the arm from swinging out too far. He blinked, the shock clear in his expression as the blow sailed cleanly through a transparent afterimage of Kassava, before he toppled forward from a powerful kick driving into his upper back.

Vegetto hacked in pain, stumbling onto the ground for only a second before another knee shot up into his chin, Kassava having teleported in front of him with another ferocious strike. She snarled, disappearing into thin air once again as Vegetto shot upwards into the sky and into space itself, the Saiyan woman teleporting to the apex of his ascension with her right arm pulled back. Bright red energy spiraled and crackled around her fore arm, the light in the atmosphere converging into her arm as well before she launched her fist into a downwards spike, a sonic boom erupting from the impact it made into Vegetto's body to send him spiraling back towards the planet.

Vegetto quickly righted himself in mid air, his arms shooting out in opposite directions and his body soon coming to a halt with a small sonic boom of his own. His narrowed eyes shifted back to the planet, his panting strong while a smirk rose on his expression at the sight of Kassava's red covered aura teleporting onto the planet's surface. She roared loud enough for the fusion to hear, but her eyes went wide with a lack of body for her kick to punt into the air, yelping as she flipped forward from her lack of balance and crashing onto the ground with a loud thud. She grimaced, rapidly shaking her head and rising to her feet, her eyes turning up to the smirking Vegetto high in the sky, waving her own with his right hand.

"Ok then...let's see you handle this one!!"

Kassava let out another thunderous roar, the entire planet shaking violently as she struggled to bring her arms behind her back. A small red energy ball whirred to life in her cupped hands, the energy growing massively within a small span of time as her head lifted upwards, watching Vegetto. The fused warrior narrowed his eyes at the surging charge of energy beneath him, his smirk remaining.

Incredible...she's still drawing out even more power.

Vegetto suddenly bolted backwards, erupting into a golden dash to gain more ground on Kassava and soon curving around high into space, tensing his arms in preparation for the blast. Back on the planet, Kassava's eyes shot wide open, the ground cracking heavily beneath her body as she slung both arms forward high into the sky in a Kamehameha stance.

"DRAGON'S FIRE!!!"

The massive red beam of energy spiraled forward, the grass around her body withering beneath the flames as the energy took the form of a crimson Shenron, the dragon's thunderous roar erupting into the sky as it shot forward. Vegetto's eyes widened immensely, quickly curling his arms up at the sight of the red dragon more than a hundred times his size closing in on him. His voice roared over the violent energy spiralling towards him while his body was encased in a bright white light, the energy shattering into shards like broken glass and revealing the freshly transformed Super Saiyan Blue. Vegetto's narrowed eyes tracked the dragon as it approach, his hands grasping together and spiking the dragon's jaw to his left to send the red beam attack slightly to the left as his body shot to the right away from the dragon soaring past him.

Kassava's arms both began to glow, quickly pulling them back and tensing as her fingers curled tightly into fists. Her eyes remained locked on the scene above, a smirk across her face at the sight of the dragon having been deflected to Vegetto's side and missing the fused warrior.

"Perfect!"

The Saiyan woman suddenly bolted upwards into a dash, screaming at the top of her lungs as she propelled her left knee and arm forward into a charge, the energy still surging around both of her forearms. Vegetto quickly regained his composure, his blue eyes locking onto the small red speck heading towards him and tensing his arms.

That's it...let's finish this!!

Vegetto's narrowed eyes sharpened further, taking note of Kassava's body now that she was in range.

Wait...what is she doing? She's charging off the wrong foot...

His eyes widened, watching on as Kassava's outstretched suddenly snapped back at the elbow and pulling her arm towards her chest. Vegetto whirled around in time to see the massive red dragon completely shoot around in a one hundred and eighty degree turn, rapidly closing back in on him. His arms went up quickly in defense, but his head turned at the sound of Kassava's voice thundering out once more, watching on as her opposite fist shot forward into the correct charging stance.

"DRAGON'S FIST!!!"

Vegetto rapidly curled his arms inward, tightening up into a ball as both dragons rapidly closed in on him from his back and front, soon colliding head on into the fused warrior and engulfing him in a massive explosion of energy. Kassava braced against the force of the impact, the blast forcing her to spiral back down to the planet and sent her crashing into the ground. Her head remained locked, staring upward at the energy still violently surging with narrowed eyes until it began to die down slowly.

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Genn grinned from ear to ear, fist pumping with his right arm.

"Alright, it worked!!"

Trunks' shocked expression matched the two Kais all looming over the Scroll, the Supreme Kai of Time speaking with a light voice.

"Did she...oh no."

The Elder Kai kept a frown as well, shaking his head.

"Vegetto underestimated her attacks...and it looks like he paid the final price for his arrogance."

Whis smiled, his eyes turning to the Elder.

"Come now...young Kai. Open your eyes...and look closer."

The four all shared a perplexed expression at Whis' words, turning back to the screen depicting the battle in the Scroll.

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Kassava stood with her arms at her sides, watching the smoke clear as red sparks of electricity surged outward in every direction. Her sharp eyes only lifted slightly, a gasp escaping her lips at the sight of a blue flare of energy high into the sky. She quickly threw up her arms, watching the speck rapidly shoot down towards the planet and slamming into the surface a few hundred meters away, the ground shaking and nearly knocking her off balance. She shook her head quickly, regaining her footing and turning her attention to the new found crater, silently watching on in tense preparation for the likely counter attack. 

Her eyes widened, watching Vegetto slowly emerge from the rubble in a limp. He panted heavily, his entire upper gi having been torn and ripped with scratches and scars littering his torso. His right eye was tightly shut, blood trailing down from the edges, along with a few red smears doing very little to dull the bright, blue shine of his eyebrow hairs. Kassava tensed uneasily, watching Vegetto soon break out into a warm grin and chuckle lowly while he clutched his ribs.

"I...knew you could do it."

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The Supreme Kai of Time sighed in relief, rubbing her forehead.

"Oh thank goodness...she didn't kill him."

Genn kept his frown, watching the scene play out.

"That's it then. Vegetto survived the attack, and while he's badly damaged, Kassava doesn't stand a chance now. With Super Saiyan Blue, she won't be able to even land a finger on him."

Whis shook his head once.

"No, that's not it either."

His smile returned, facing towards Trunks who didn't lift his head from the Scroll.

"You know Vegetto's fighting habits better than anyone, Trunks. What do you think about this development?"

Trunks crossed his arms, his tone flat.

"He's not even at a percent of his real power now: that attack did some serious damage, even through his defenses in Blue. I've never seen him like this...but the thought of Vegetto fighting in a desperate bid to survive is...scary to say the least. This is what he wanted: pushed to his very limit so that he could bring out whatever he had left. To fight all out at his full potential...without holding back."

His head turned up to the others.

"If she doesn't end this now...then losing might be the least of her concerns."

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Vegetto stopped in place, nearly slumping forward but remained upright with his arms dangling and keeping his smirk.

"You've...finally...come into your own. You got me...good."

Kassava kept her frown, her softer voice heavily contrasting the violent energy surging around her.

"You're hurt."

Vegetto chuckled in response, shaking his head.

"That...doesn't matter now...Kassava. You're...the best fighter I've...ever trained. You've...proven the Kais wrong...and are a worthy rival."

Kassava smiled slightly, her arms lowering.

"Thanks...but why don't we call it here? There's no need to keep going."

Kassava's smile completely disappeared, gasping at Vegetto's sudden dual voice roaring at her in a thunderous, dark shout.

"NO!"

Kassava stood petrified, staring into the wild, narrowed eyes of the fused warrior. The immense rage in his expression manifested in his dual voice again, yet contained to a normal volume.

"Don't you dare run from this!! For once in your pathetic life...finish what you've started!! You will...beat me....you will...win!!"

Kassava blinked, watching Vegetto's smirk morph into a dark grin.

"Or you will die!!"

Vegetto roared, his blue aura flaring to life in every direction. He rapidly bolted forward seconds later, his labored breathing hidden beneath the raw surge of power as he quickly launched his right arm forward. Kassava yelped, barely catching the hit in time and crying out slightly in pain, the vibration of the impact stinging into her arm while the ground beneath the two cracked and deformed heavily. She stumbled backwards, only to shoot down into the ground from the force of Vegetto's gloved fist slamming into her cheek. Skidding to a halt on the surface, Kassava rapidly bolted to her feet and threw up her arms in defense, Vegetto's fists flying forward into her forearms relentlessly and sending her blasting backwards along the ground during his assault.

She quickly spaced her legs, her arm shooting out and rapidly jabbing into Vegetto's right cheek. Vegetto stumbled back, Kassava blinking in confusion at the sight of such a light attack imbalancing him, only to cringing at the right leg of the fused warrior slamming into her right shoulder in follow up roundhouse kick. Kassava retrained her composure, watching Vegetto also soon raise his arms back up into an offensive stance.

That one didn't hurt as bad...his power is dropping fast.

Kassava grunted, the red aura visibly shining from around her body retreating slightly in size and the sparks of red electricity disappearing from sight.

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Trunks raised an eyebrow, his eyes slightly wide.

"Did..did she just drop her power there?"

Whis smiled down at the Scroll.

"Yes...she's starting to figure it out. She's strong enough and fast enough in times ten to take him down. There's no need to risk her own body collapsing with times twenty now."

Genn kept his frown.

"But that means her own defense has dropped a little, right?"

Whis nodded curtly.

"Yes...it has. She's sacrificing a power that would guarantee her shelter from his attacks, for the endurance to see the fight through. She's close...but if he lands just one heavy blow in Blue...that could be it."

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Kassava surged forward, roaring at the top of her lungs as she launched into a flurry of strikes. Her eyes watched Vegetto intensely, her arms flowing into chained combos and jabbing at nearly every different point along his front side. She watched as Vegetto's arms trembled, struggling to push her own fists up or away from his body in the parries, along with his stance visibly faltering from any jab to his legs. Her eyes quickly scanned him for an opening, her left leg shooting out and striking into his knee. Vegetto grunted, stumbling to the left while Kassava launched her opposing arm forward, aiming for his jaw. Her eyes widened, however, the blow striking into Vegetto's gloved hand and the fused warrior rapidly jabbing a punch into her stomach.

Kassava visibly hacked, doubling over and pain and crashing down to the ground with her arms grasping onto her gut. Vegetto panted heavily, his half opened eye staring down at the balled up woman at his feet, a few drops of blood dripping down onto her golden hair.

"You...haven't won yet."

He cringed heavily, wobbling slightly in his stance.

"Don't...get too...cocky."

His eyes widened, watching Kassava suddenly bolt up into a flip directly above his head. Her arms shot out, gripping onto his shoulders as she flipped over his head cleanly, grappling Vegetto and swinging him over her shoulders and into the ground as she landed neatly on her feet. Her hand shot out, an open palm directly over Vegetto's face as energy began to build at the end, whirring to life. She yelped, however, Vegetto's gloved hand suddenly wrapping around her outstretched wrist and swinging her forward from the sheer strength of the fused warrior alone. Kassava rapidly recovered from the toss, bolting back towards the small crater with her arm curled up. She blinked, the thought of Vegetto predicting her movements again catching her attention.

She suddenly pulled up, wincing heavily as she rapidly lifted from a dash forward into a still, standing position on the ground. Her body trembled slightly at the sound of the dual voice yelping, Vegetto soon crashing to the ground directly in front of her shortly after. Vegetto winced, his head turning only in time to see Kassava's boot punting him in the stomach and knocking him out of the fresh crater he formed on his impact. Kassava stopped in place, her expression immediately softening at the sound of his heavy wheezing, Vegetto writhing heavily on the ground a few feet from her.

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Genn grinned, his fists raising.

"Yes! That has to be it: he can't keep fighting anymore! She's won!"

Whis shook his head, his smile rising.

"No...I'm afraid not."

His eyes turned down, Genn raising an eyebrow at him.

"Look...Vegetto is still conscious. And she isn't following up with a hit that can end this fight."

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Kassava frowned down at the sight, watching on as Vegetto continued to struggle to lift himself up off the ground. He managed to slowly push himself up to all fours, Kassava's narrowed eyes locked onto him.

"Why?! Why won't you just stay down?!"

Vegetto ignored her questioning, still trembling as he suddenly toppled back down onto the floor and upending all of his progress while Kassava placed her hands on her hips.

"It's about your damn pride again, isn't it?! You just can't admit that I finally beat you...can you?!"

Her eyes watched Vegetto continue to make progress, his wheezing still strong but slowing slightly as his body recovered what little energy it had left.

"I thought you said winning and losing doesn't matter here?! So why the hell do you keep trying to get up and continue this?!"

Vegetto's words came out in a weak dual raspy voice, managing to rest on one knee into a kneeling position.

"Because...I...want...to."

Kassava's eyes widened, watching Vegetto bow his head slightly, catching himself on one arm before he fell face first back onto the ground.

"Please...keep...fighting with me."

Kassava blinked in confusion, the sound of Trunks' mechanical voice ringing out in her ear.

::Kassava, listen to me. You need to end this now.::

Her eyes trailed back to Vegetto, listening on as Trunks continued.

::You have no idea what kind of fire you're playing with here. This is who he is, and he will push himself to the very end if he has to in this fight. This is his biggest flaw, Kassava: he will do anything to have the best fight he can get. He won't stop until one of you is dead at the end of this.::

Kassava nodded once, her eyes still wide.

"I...I think I finally get it now."

Trunks' sigh of relief rung out in her ear, his voice losing its edge.

::Great...glad you see the danger. Just...knock him out quickly, and we can all relax here at the Time Vault. You did great today.::

Kassava nodded, dropping her arm and turning her attention back to Vegetto.

"Yeah, see you in a bit."

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Trunks dropped his arm down from his ear, turning his head back to Whis.

"Alright...it's done. I convinced her to end the fight now."

He rubbed his temple, shaking his head.

"Unbelievable...to think she would actually beat him, let alone push him that far."

"Uh...Trunks?"

Trunks stopped, raising an eyebrow.

"What?"

Genn kept his frown, nodding back to the Scroll.

"You might...uh...wanna take a look at this."

Trunks narrowed his eyes in confusion for a moment, before the disbelief struck his expression at the sight before him.

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Vegetto slowly rose to his feet, his pained expression remaining as his head turned up. His one eye went wide, staring at the sight in a mix of confusion and disbelief.

Having taken a step back, Kassava stood bent forward, her legs spaced out in opposing directions. She leaned forward, crouching down with her right elbow near her bent knee curled into a fist, while her left arm hung out in a crane like posture, her pointer and middle finger curled and extended from the rest of her hand.

Vegetto blinked hard with his one eye, noticing that Kassava's red aura had completely disappeared alongside her Super Saiyan glow.

"Am I doing it right? I saw Goku doing this pose once...thought it was fitting."

Vegetto stared back, his breathing having completely stabilized while he stood upright.

"You're...not using the Kaioken?"

Kassava smiled warmly.

"No...I don't need it anymore."

Vegetto narrowed his one eye for only a moment in response, watching her smile morph into a smirk.

"But you wanted to keep going...so I'm making it fair for you. Now...c'mon! I know you can still dig out some more power!"

Vegetto let out a small grunt in amusement, struggling to shift his right and left leg apart. He managed to slowly shift his weight onto both legs, having spread them to the side instead of in front and behind his body like Kassava. He took a moment to settle himself, panting heavily again as he lifted his right arm up, his fingers contorting into a small claw like pose while he held his right arm out to the side, his gloved hand balled into a fist.

Kassava gasped, her eyes widening in recognition of the pose.

"Is that..."

Vegetto chuckled lightly, managing to shift his neck muscles and nod once curtly.

"Yeah...I thought it was...fitting."

The two transformed Saiyans then roared in unison, their auras rapidly surging outward before bolting forward into a furious exchange of punches and kicks.

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Trunks' frown remained, sighing once more as he turned his head away from the screen.

"Damn her..."

Whis kept his smile, his attention never leaving the screen before him.

"Well, looks like we were right about her after all. She's finally coming into her own."

Trunks scoffed audibly.

"Yeah...just in time to nearly get herself killed. She lowered her power again, this time, to a just a Super Saiyan!"

Whis nodded in response.

"I don't see why she would use the other form. Vegetto is barely able to fight, she doesn't need much to beat him here."

Trunks shook his head.

"You know she only did that to prolong the fight, Whis. She wasn't tired, she could've ended it there! But she gave him an opening, and now those two are getting closer and closer to killing each other!!"

Zamasu chuckled.

"Such is the way of your kind."

Zamasu blinked, caught off guard from Trunks whirling around and pointing at him.

"You stay out of this! I'll muzzle you myself if I have to!"

Zamasu fell silent, his narrowed eyes watching Trunks as the half Saiyan turned back to the table.

Whis' eyes finally lifted from the Scroll, turning to Trunks.

"It'll be alright Trunks. Just have a little faith like the rest of us here..."

He started to gesture towards the other three spectators, but stopped midway at the sight of all three huddled close together, the nervousness clear in their expressions. Trunks frowned, his glare turning back up to Whis who stifled a small giggle.

"Well...ok maybe only one of us has any faith. But just relax, and enjoy the fight. They'll both be fine."

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Kassava grunted, her right leg swinging around into a downwards strike towards Vegetto's shoulder, the fused warrior rapidly blocking the blow and forcing her back. Regaining her footing, Kassava vaulted back onto the offense, swinging her right and left arms down in a circular spin and wincing heavily at Vegetto's right fist soon slamming into her ribs, her strikes stopping mid way. She stumbled back, but quickly bolted back up, panting as she slipped a clean hook into Vegetto's jaw and quickly cocking her other arm back with clenched fist. Vegetto rapidly whirled back around as well, his own fist launching with hers as the two struck each other across their cheeks.

Kassava stumbled backwards, collapsing onto her backside while Vegetto stumbled down onto one knee. Both warriors panted heavily, staring each other down before Kassava launched forward into a dash first. Vegetto tensed, immediately throwing his own right arm forward and propelling a small, blue orb of energy outwards. Kassava gasped, her arms instantly shooting up and attempting to catch the small condensed ball of godly ki that sent her skidding along the ground. The ball soon erupted into a large explosion, engulfing the Super Saiyan in a plume of smoke. Kassava dropped down from the cloud, coughing and recollecting herself before getting back up in time to see a barrage of small blue energy orbs closing in on her. She quickly vaulted upwards, dashing in and out of sight to guide Vegetto's direction of fire as he desperately shot blast after blast at her.

Vegetto whirled around, firing a small beam at an afterimage of Kassava, spinning around and shooting another at the same appearance. Each after image got closer and closer, Vegetto intensely launching both arms forward and letting out a roar in one, final blast of blue energy forward. His eyes went wide, the energy sailing through another afterimage hovering directly in his face, his arms drooping down into his standing lap. His head turned slightly to the left, noticing Kassava appear in sight once again with her right fist cocked back. Vegetto's lips rose into a slight smile, letting his arms dangle in front of him in his complete exhaustion, his head whipping to the side as Kassava's fist connected square into his cheek and knocking him to ground. Kassava panted heavily, scratches littering her own body as she collapsed onto the ground with him, both warriors instantly descending into their normal states. Kassava's eyes fluttered, attempting to stay open as she struggled to push herself up right off of Vegetto's chest, but soon collapsed and let her eyes slowly shut.

I...did...it....
 
Chapter 24: The Price of Victory

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"Are you even listening to me, Kassava?"

Kassava turned her head up, a dazed expression across her face. She sat upright on a single cot inside of the plain looking room, her eyes locked onto the human male doctor that sighed in exasperation, leaning forward in the chair he sat in.

"Don't answer that. Are you listening now?"

Kassava narrowed her eyes.

"Fine, what is it this time?"

The doctor kept his frown.

"I know you don't really seem to care much about the constraints of your physical body, but this medical facility was created for that purpose: to care for that body you seem intent on neglecting. This is your third visit here now, and I've already noticed a dangerous trend with you."

His eyes narrowed, nearly glaring at Kassava who lazily glanced around the room.

"You keep pushing yourself too far. You didn't sustain many injuries in the fight, but you've been in the healing tank for hours treating your collapsed right lung. Not to mention, I've never seen so much strain placed on a cardiovascular system in my entire career."

Kassava yawned audibly.

"Fascinating, can I go now? I feel fine doc, and I'll be careful from now on."

The doctor shook his head.

"Not until you realize the danger here. Keep up this sort of reckless training, and you just might be the first person to ever rupture their heart from pure effort alone."

Kassava only let out a small snort in response, hopping off the bed and landing lightly on her feet. She moved forward in a brisk walk, her eyes narrowing slightly with a low voice.

"Sorry doc, but I've got bigger problems to worry about now. My little health problems can wait."

She reached the door shortly after, grasping onto the metal knob but stopped at the sound of the doctor's voice.

"He's still not in great condition, Kassava."

Kassava went still, holding onto the door knob and remaining silent in response. The doctor turned slightly, staring at her back.

"You can see him...but today is an important day for his recovery process. It took a couple of days for us to even stabilize him, and if anything should stress him out, all of that work could be undone. Or worse."

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"Just...don't do anything to stress him out, ok?"

Kassava remained still, her head still turned forward. After a few seconds, she slowly turned the knob and quietly opened the door, slipping out into the hallway and lightly shutting the door behind her. The doctor sighed, shaking his head once and standing up from his seat.

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Back in the Time Vault, Trunks stood with his arms crossed, glancing down at the empty table with narrowed eyes. His mind wandered deep in thought despite the lack of material in front of him, Genn scratching the back of his head before he spoke.

"So, how long do you think he'll be out for?"

Trunks shook his head once.

"No clue. I honestly never imagined he could even lose to her, let alone taking so much damage that he almost died. It's already been a couple of days and the doctors say he's possibly even weeks away from walking again."

Whis nodded.

"That seems a little too long for the current dilemma at hand. I'll see what I can do about that."

Trunks blinked, lifting his head up and watching Whis turn on his heel.

"Where are you going?"

Whis kept his attention forward, slowly climbing the steps as he spoke.

"Don't worry, you'll see soon enough."

The taller angel disappeared shortly afterwards, Trunks sighing and turning back to the table.

"Well...all we can do is wait."

Zamasu peered up from where he sat in his cell, his tone flat.

"Even as servants for the gods, you fail to even do your jobs correctly. My kindred spirit wreaks havoc upon your timeline, and you sit there and let him gather the energy he needs."

Trunks raised an eyebrow, turning slightly towards the cell.

"What are you getting at?"

Zamasu kept a strong glare.

"Go fight him in the timeline. All this planning you are trying to do solves nothing: you're doomed. Your strongest fighter is near death, and he grows closer to resurrecting the Demon Realm. Hurry up and face your death with some honor instead of cowering here, praying for a miracle."

Genn narrowed his eyes as well, peering around Trunks' side and glaring at Zamasu.

"What do you know about honor, huh?"

Zamasu's eyes widened a bit in astonishment, slightly dazed at the notion of Genn's question. He then slowly recollected himself, letting out a confident chuckle.

"More than you can possibly imagine, boy."

Genn remained still, slowly retreating back with a frown while Zamasu's glare sharpened.

"Oh yes...I know all about you. I've seen your homeworld's history, all of the horrible crimes you've committed against your own people. The dress up you played, hoping that your pathetic 'Masked Saiyan' identity could bring you the redemption you crave. But there is no true atonement for the dead...little rapist. You've defiled and destroyed lives that will never be revived...burned bridges that you can never hope to repair."

Genn tucked away even further, his uneasy expression intensifying as Zamasu's voice grew darker.

"Out of all the mortal scum that will face my divine justice...your death will hold a special place in my heart. That, is what real honor demands of you, and no matter how much you run or hide, you will face justice eventually."

Genn turned his head away, his frown deepening and staring down at the table for a moment. He suddenly brushed past Trunks, keeping his head low and rapidly moving towards the exit. Zamasu's sinister smirk rose, his eyes following Genn and calling out after him.

"Justice will still find you!"

Trunks' glare sharpened, preparing to speak but stopping at the tug on his black coat. His eyes turned to a worried Supreme Kai of Time, who frowned.

"Just let that go for now, Trunks. We need to do something about this fake Vegetto."

Trunks raised an eyebrow.

"Why? What's changed?"

The Elder Kai mused to himself, his voice flat.

"Nothing, that's the problem. He's ransacked entire world's and distorted the current timeline heavily. We're doing our best to contain the distortions, but now that Whis has gone off to god knows where, the distortions are being siphoned too freely by Towa. If you don't get in there and slow him down, then Towa will have the energy she needs to resurrect the Demon Realm within the next hour."

Trunks kept his frown, rubbing his chin.

"How are we going to fight him without Vegetto?"

The Supreme Kai sighed, glancing down.

"I don't know. Maybe you can check up on them both, and see if anything can be done. If they're not ready, then you might be our only hope at stopping him."

Trunks lifted his head, nodding once with a determined stare.

"Alright...I'll see. I'll be back in a few minutes to load in if they're coming or not."

He then turned on his heel, heading for the exit and glaring down at Zamasu while he passed, before disappearing into the hallway.

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Poking her head through the door, Kassava blinked as she glanced around in ever direction. Her eyes soon landed on the bed pressed against the opposite wall from her, a frown forming at the sight of the multiple tables and trays of equipment surrounding the cot. She slowly pushed the door open, lightly tiptoeing her way into the room and moving up to the cot. Her nervous expression immediately softened at the sight of the sleeping Vegetto, his face now clean from any damage from the battle and steadily breathing through his nose. She sighed lightly in relief, her eyes shifting over to the nearby chair on the left side of the room and grabbing it in one hand, lifting the furniture to the edge of the bed and casually relaxing into the cushioned seat.

"What a week..."

Kassava's eyes turned to the bed, a small frown remaining at the sight at the sleeping Vegetto. She fidgetted slightly in her seat, unsure of what to do with her hands. She exhaled deeply, slowly shifting her chair closer to the edge of the bed. She kept her eyes trained on Vegetto, her arms crossing on top of the mattress and resting her chin on her forearms. After a few seconds, she lifted up her right hand slightly, her pointer finger prodding onto Vegetto's shoulder repeatedly.

Her eyes widened slightly as Vegetto's fluttered open after a few pokes, staring down at the woman cuddling closer to his arm. His right eyebrow raised, his soft dual voice matching with the weary expression across his face.

"Kassava?" 

Kassava's lips rose into a warm smile, her voice soft as well.

"Hey...how are you feeling?"

Vegetto's eyes expanded slightly, staring back at her for a moment with a flat expression. He glanced down after a few seconds, his eyes soon narrowing slightly and lifting back up to meet hers.

"I'm...fine."

His smirk returned.

"Never been better."

Kassava narrowed her own eyes slightly, analyzing his reaction.

"Everything ok? You're acting a little weird."

Vegetto's smirk vanished at her question, the fused warrior letting out a deep sigh and turning his head to the ceiling.

"It's nothing really. Just...can you not talk like that?"

Kassava blinked.

"Talk like what?"

Vegetto turned back to face towards her.

"When you asked how I was feeling. Hearing you talking that softly felt...weird."

Kassava eyed him down, her eyebrows perking and nodding her head once.

"Ah...I see. Does it...remind you of anyone?" 

Vegetto kept his head still.

"Yeah...brings up some memories of those two."

Kassava rested her head back down onto her forearms.

"Of someone close to them?"

Vegetto nodded once, turning his head back up to the ceiling.

"Yeah...but they're not mine. Don't want to talk about it anymore."

Kassava glanced down for a moment, before perking her head back up.

"Well, don't worry, I won't talk like that if you promise not to do it either. You talking like that reminded me of someone too, you know."

Vegetto raised an eyebrow, his eyes turning back towards her with his head turned up.

"Oh?"

Kassava stifled a small chuckle, keeping a warm smile across her face as she spoke.

"Yeah...there's this guy that kind of came into my life recently. Don't think you know him very well, but he's been trying to train me and all that. Being patient with me when I try to quit and give up."

She shrugged her shoulders.

"I thought it was kind of sad at first...since he was so desperate for someone strong to fight with him that he just hoped I would be strong enough to compete with him. So after disappointing him the first time, I didn't really think much of having a chance at beating him the second time. Hell, even one of his buddies told me that he didn't even think I was going to beat him either."

Vegetto's expression dropped, his eyes shifting slightly until Kassava's warm voice rung out again, his eyes watching her head lean slightly closer.

"But then when I manage to rip him apart in the fight...I see him get up and look me in the eye with something I hadn't really seen in him before. For the first time since I met him...I could see that he was not only happy...but proud. That even if he didn't believe I was going to win in the second time...that he still had faith in me in the long run."

Vegetto's expression softened, his eyes meeting hers.

"And?"

Kassava kept her smile, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know, should I keep going with this? He proves me wrong everyday and I get better because of it."

Her cheeks reddened slightly, glancing down.

"It's also feels nice when I make him happy like that, you know. He's really easy on the eyes, and-"

"Kass."

Kassava stopped mid sentence, her head perking up at the sound of Vegetto's dual voice interjecting. He held a small frown, Kassava's eyes turning down and watching his gloved hand lightly grasp onto hers.

"Look...I like you. You're a great fighter...and a valuable teammate."

He glanced down, slowly pulling his hand away.

"But we shouldn't try to push for anything else right now."

Kassava frowned in response, still staring back into Vegetto's eyes and watching his expression lift slightly.

"You're right...you've done something for me that no one else has before, and I want to keep that. It's the thrill of the fight that makes us whole, that love for combat is what brought us closer. Isn't it?"

Kassava nodded once.

"Yeah...I can see that now."

Vegetto smiled in response, nodding once.

"Then let's make sure we don't jeopardize that for now...ok? Let's not ruin a great thing we already have, chasing another."

Kassava bowed her head slightly, still keeping her frown.

"Alright...that sounds ok to me."

Vegetto's own smile faded away, the disappointment in her reaction clear in his expression. He paused for a second, before breaking out into a small smirk.

"And who knows...maybe if something else develops along the way...we can give it a try."

Kassava lifted her head, a small smirk of her forming as she met Vegetto's eyes again.

"That reminds me...you owe me dinner now."

Vegetto chuckled lightly in response.

"You're right...I do. I'll make good on that deal when this is all over, don't worry."

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The evening sunset was as crisp as ever in Conton City, the hustle and bustle of the city pedestrians slowing to a few groups of commuters walking around the city square. No one paid much attention to the lone male staring up at the massive stone statue of Vegetto in the center square, the man clearly distraught with a frown.

How did you do it?

Genn kept his eyes trained on the statue, his arms at his side. His head only turned slightly at the sound of another familiar voice ringing out.

"Genn?"

Trunks kept his arms down at his side, staring Genn down for a moment before letting out a small sigh.

"Don't pay any attention to what that punk was saying earlier. He doesn't serve justice at all."

Genn kept his frown.

"Maybe not...but he wasn't wrong, Trunks. Everything I've done to redeem myself, everything to take back all of those crimes I committed...none of it really fixes what I really hurt."

Trunks frowned.

"It's not about fixing what you did: it's about choosing to be something better than what you were, Genn."

Genn scoffed audibly for the first time, whirling back around to face towards the statue and prompting a shocked expression from Trunks.

"I know that already, damnit! I don't need to keep saving lives and helping others to know I'm better than I once was!"

His voice lowered back down, the agitation still clear in his tone.

"I've brought peace to my homeworld...I've stopped so many petty crimes and if I help her grow into a Time Patroller like you and Vegetto, then I'll be helping bring about a greater good to the entire universe. But every day, I tell myself those things, yet the pain remains. All of those people I hurt...if I stood face to face with them in Hell or Heaven...I couldn't ask for their forgiveness with honor. Because no matter what I do to help others...I can never help them. What I've done to some of them..."

Genn dropped his head into his hands, Trunks quickly moving to his side and grasping onto his shoulder.

"Hey hey...don't think about that Genn. It's alright...just calm down."

Genn stifled a small sob in response, lifting his head back up.

"But he...he's actually done it. He wakes up every day and is free from that burden. The people worship him as a hero...a man who's risen above and found peace with himself when he's had nothing! How did he do it?!"

Trunks kept his frown, raising an eyebrow.

"After everything you've seen over the past week...do you really think he is at peace?"

Genn sighed, glancing down.

"You know what I mean! How did he shake himself from the millions of deaths burned into his memory?"

Trunks narrowed his eyes.

"Do you really want to know the truth?"

Genn lifted his head, nodding in response. Trunks stood for a moment in silence, letting out a deep sigh before speaking with a flat tone.

"He doesn't have the deaths of millions burned into his head: the pain he's caused others...the people Vegeta killed. None of that matters to him."

Genn blinked in response, watching Trunks cross his arms.

"This entire city holds him up as a hero because he has done some good things for them, but they don't know the truth about his past like we do. You are not like him, Genn: you have a good heart and care for your fellow man. Vegetto...cares more for combat than anything in life. None of those atrocities haunt his mind like yours do because he simply does not care about them. He's detached himself from them completely...while you constantly care about changing your past and atoning for your crimes."

Genn kept his frown in response, dropping his head once again and his voice going quiet.

"Then...what am I going to do? I can't keep living like this..."

Trunks lifted his pointer finger up into the air.

"You can, Genn. You just have to focus on something else that matters to you...and still strive to be that better person, even if you can't change your past. Starting with the here and now."

Genn raised an eyebrow, watching Trunks drop his arm.

"I need your help on this mission. I overheard you and Kassava last night in the palace, and I know how you were the one that came up with that plan to beat Vegetto. A clever tactic, working around his guard in a two-proned strike."

Genn nodded.

"Yeah...so?"

Trunks smiled in response, unfolding his arms.

"There just so happens to be another Vegetto creating a lot of damage in the time stream. You and your sister are the only ones who have beaten him, and I'm going to need you to do it again."

Genn kept a flat expression in response, glancing back down.

"Are you sure we can even take him?"

Trunks reached out, gripping back onto Genn's shoulder and giving it a small shake, chuckling lightly.

"We won't know unless we try, will we? C'mon, let's go get your sister."

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"So this...Blue, is just Super Saiyan with godly ki?"

Vegetto nodded once.

"It's a little more complicated than that, but yeah. You take the power of a god...then you use the transformation to amplify that power to enormous heights. The only issue with the form is that you need to balance that power within you, or else it can really tear you apart."

He smirked slightly, meeting Kassava's eyes. The two had maintained their exact positions, having only slightly moved during the speech.

"Although, Goku and Vegeta are the only two who have learned the right level of power to prevent their bodies from collapsing. They've gotten used to the power, but they haven't spent enough time training their bodies and fully acclimating them to the energy like Trunks and I have. Which takes years of constant and consistent exposure, instead of bringing it out only when necessary."

Kassava nodded.

"So...can you teach me how to do it?"

Vegetto smirked back in response.

"In time...I don't think you're ready just yet. You've done exceptionally well with improving your power to new heights, Kass, but you still need to learn how to maximize your strength without pushing your body as hard as you do. We haven't trained much on it, but when this is all over, we can take the time we need to get you there, ok?"

Kassava smiled.

"Ok, I can't wait."

The two then suddenly turned their heads to the sound of the door across the room swinging open. Kassava quickly pulled her hands away from Vegetto's, letting them fall neatly into her lap as she cleared her throat audibly. Trunks glanced away for a moment as he entered, having seen the two close for a moment and scratched the back of his head.

"Sorry...I didn't mean to interrupt."

Vegetto kept a small smile, his tone light.

"You didn't. Do you need something?"

Trunks narrowed his eyes slightly, nodding once and speaking with a flat tone.

"Yeah, we've got trouble. I came to check in on you two and see if you might be up for helping me."

Kassava raised an eyebrow, Vegetto narrowing his eyes shortly at Trunks.

"What's happened this time?"

Trunks remained still.

"It's still the same problem, Vegetto. Zamasu is still attacking the timeline. If we don't try to stop him soon, Towa will have the energy she needs to break the seal on the Demon Realm."

He crossed his arms.

"Genn and I are going to do whatever it takes to slow him down, but we could use your help if you're feeling up to the task."

Vegetto frowned in response, relaxing back into his bed.

"I'd love to...but I can feel my body's still too weak to even stand. I'd only slow you down."

Kassava glanced back at the bed for a moment, before turning to face Trunks.

"I can fight."

Vegetto blinked, rapidly turning back to Kassava.

"This soon? You said you just got out of the healing pod only a few hours ago."

Kassava smirked back at Vegetto.

"And the doctor said I was fine now. You don't need to get all worked up about that, I'll be fine."

Vegetto kept his frown, eyeing Trunks for a moment before turning back to Kassava.

"Just...be careful alright?

Kassava kept her smirk, shrugging her shoulders.

"C'mon, is it really that bad? I'm sure Trunks could even handle whatever this Zamasu guy is planning on his own, I'm just going to help him."

Trunks frowned.

"Actually Kassava...I don't think I can take him. That's why I really need your help on this one...but only if you can actually fight."

Kassava raised an eyebrow.

"Why? What's so dangerous about this guy?"

Vegetto scoffed.

"He's stolen my body from history, Kass. To make things worse..."

His eyebrow twitched.

"He's...stronger than me."

Kassava blinked, staring back at Vegetto for a moment in shock. Trunks' eyes had also gone wide, caught offguard by the admission while Vegetto glanced around the silent room defensively.

"What?! Yeah, I said it! You don't have to mock me for it!"

Kassava stifled a small giggle, shaking her head.

"Well...still, I don't think it's going to matter too much. Besides..."

Her smirk returned.

"I beat the real you. Surely a fake one isn't going to stand a better chance, even if he is stronger."

Vegetto frowned in response, his eyes still narrowed.

"This isn't a game, Kass. Please...just be careful, ok? Stall him for as long as you can and get out. You don't need to die out there."

Kassava nodded, her expression softening.

"Alright alright, I promise I'll be careful. As long as you promise not to worry and stress yourself out over this, ok?"

Vegetto nodded, resting back into his mattress.

"Deal."

Kassava grinned back at him in response, turning on her heel and moving up towards Trunks and Genn. Both Saiyans stared at her with wide eyes for a moment, prompting Kassava to stop and stare back at them quizzically.

"What?"

Trunks quickly shook his head, rubbing his forehead with his pointer finger and thumb.

"Nothing...just...let's get going."
 
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