Seems there some readers are wondering where I am going with this story. Truthfully, I didn't think that far ahead. I suppose I am just writing whatever inspires me, and while that is a weakness in story writing, it can also be lead to so many directions since there are times where I have tried to write based on fixed ideas and struggle to get there.

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~Chibi Mirai Gogeta

#abusingpotaranerf

Gohan leaned back in the chair away from the paperwork that he had taken to grading. Ever since he had been hired as a professor's assistant, he had hoped to help in creating course curriculums for classes. Instead, he had been stuck grading papers. His head swam from the horrific grammar, spelling, and lack of sentence structure that his mother would have made each student rewrite for their thesis.

'What I would give to have a break from all of this...' Gohan rubbed the temples in annoyance. While he did not mind reading the student's papers, his eyes were becoming strained and his back sore from being hunched over the desk for long periods of time. He had thought of checking on his loving wife, his young daughter, and probably indulging in a snack before Videl called him down for dinner.

Not a moment after thinking this, a figure in blue and orange appeared in the study that he did not recognize, yet a familiar smirk was on the man's face. Gohan shot upright in his chair, wondering for a heartbeat how this man managed to make it into his study unannounced. He quickly shifted into a fighting stance—his fighting instinct on edge after what he learned from Future Trunks—thinking that this man could have been one of Zamasu's accomplices.

The cocky grin on the stranger's face seemed both foreign and familiar to Gohan, yet he had no idea where he came from. It grew slightly at the confused expression on the young man's face as his mysterious opponent pointed his white gloved index finger at Gohan in a menacing manner.

"Come with me Gohan. I need someone to fight," the man spoke. His voice was intertwined with two voices that Gohan recognized.

"D-dad? Vegeta?" Gohan's jaw dropped both in shock and horror. Who was this man and why was he making such demands like this?

"Yes and no," the mysterious man's grin seemed to broaden further—it was almost though he were playing a game with the half-breed before him. Before Gohan could inquire further about why he came in unannounced, the man had his hand on his shoulder. In less a second, they vanished from the study, papers flying from the desk completely abandoned. Apparently, Gohan's desire to get away from his paperwork had been fulfilled.

Only, not in the way he would have preferred.

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A shockwave exploded in the sky as Gohan fought against Vegito outside in the clearing near Goku's childhood home. The fusion wasted little time engaging in combat due to the already limited time constraints he had, leaving the half-Saiya-jin with little explanation of what was going on. All Gohan knew was this man was more than likely a fusion of his father and Vegeta, but the young man did not know the purpose they had called him out to fight against his will.

Punches were blocked and parried almost in futile. Yet, Gohan knew that somehow, this spar was mainly his father's idea. Goku had often teased him for becoming weaker and had wanted the elder son to get back into fighting. The one who saved Earth from Cell had refused to be truly drawn back into needless combat unless his family's life was at stake. He was married to Videl and had a daughter that he would protect with his very life he had if the need arose.

"I know you're stronger than this," the fusion mocked, easily breaking Gohan's guard and slamming his fist directly in the man's face. The half-Saiya-jin reeled back from the blow that struck square in his face, blood running from his broken nose. He would definitely need a Senzu for that break, and would not want the professor firing him for his shoddy appearance and reckless behavior.

"I am, but I don't want to ruin these clothes," Gohan winced in pain. He grabbed a handkerchief from the back pocket to quickly mop up the blood and tossed the soiled fabric aside.

"With the money you get from Mr. Satan, you can always buy replacements," Vegito teased the half-breed. It was true—the young scholar could easily get more clothes if he was concerned about his appearance.

"It's not that, my wife bought these clothes for me for Christmas," Gohan rationalized. He recalled the warm smile she gave when he opened her present that day, Videl cheerfully and heavily pregnant with their daughter in her belly. Her face was like an angel's—surrounded by the small warm lights that decorated the tree and make her glow with a fire that truly captured her innocence.

A blow to the stomach jarred Gohan out of his memories and he fell head over heel towards the ground. At the last minute, he managed to catch himself in midair, but Vegito was immediately upon him, throwing lightning fast jabs that the young man could barely block or dodge. Some of the blows broke through, tearing at the fabric and would leave telltale bruises and cuts later.

Just as Vegito prepared to strike again, a white light suddenly surrounded him and in mere seconds, Vegeta and Goku reappeared. Gohan lowered his guard, thankful that the fusion had expired, but realized that his clothes were well beyond repair by that point. Angrily, he stamped his foot, the ruined shoe practically falling off by this point.

"What's wrong Gohan?" Goku questioned, noticing the angered expression on his son's face. He was caught off-guard since the break in fusion, so he had was not prepared when his son drew closer and growled angrily.

"I told you that I didn't want to spar in these clothes," Gohan fumed angrily while wondering what was going through his father's mind at that very moment. "Videl's going to kill me for ruining these."

"Those clothes don't suit you," Vegeta snorted in disgust, removing the earring from his ear. He slipped it back into his pocket rather discreetly, not bothered in the slightest over his rival's son. "I mean seriously, a green sweater, pink shirt, blue tie, and tan pants? Your wife obviously dresses you in the mornings."

A crimson blush crossed Gohan's cheeks. He would have yelled at the prince too, but he knew that Vegeta could easily mop the floor with him and was no pushover compared to his father. In a way, he did not mind his wife dressing him—at least it was not his mother making him wear the most embarrassing clothing that would ridicule him heavily with his peers. The last time he wore anything that actually attracted negative remarks, he had sought Videl for assistance, and she had provided him with something that made him look better suited for his profession.

"What kind of fusion was that anyway?" Gohan asked while observing Goku removing his own earring.

"This?" Goku held up the Potara earring so his son could get a better look. "You and I were going to use these back when we fought Buu, but you dropped this."

Gohan quizzically studied the earring. He had recalled when his father had thrown it and missed catching it due to the other man's impatience. Back then, he did not take in account what was going on when his father suddenly appeared out of thin air and saved him at the last minute from Majin Buu. Now that he saw the earring a bit closer, Gohan noted how gaudy they looked, and he was grateful he never had anything to do with the odd fusion back then.

"Oh yeah, I remember this thing, but why are you and Vegeta using them?" Gohan pondered in confusion. "I thought Vegeta hated fusing with you."

"I do, but it was the clown's idea of trying to prolong the time limit for these blasted things," Vegeta answered with irritation dripping in his statement. He had his reservations of using the earrings as little as possible during their daily spars, but the younger Saiya-jin had his ways of coaxing him. "He thinks that we'll need them in the future, so I humored him and we've practiced fusing several times now."

"Really?" Gohan stared at his father and Vegeta in bewilderment. "How long can you two remain fused now?"

"Truthfully, if we don't blow through all of our power in Super Saiya-jin Blue, about twenty-five minutes," Goku grinned with confidence. The way he spoke almost seemed like they had achieved something valuable in their daily training. "Of course, it was really short the first time we fused fighting Zamasu. I don't think we even lasted ten minutes fused before it broke..."

"That's good..." Gohan noticed Goku's hand shake slightly while holding the earring, but said nothing about it. Perhaps he was eagerly waiting for a chance to do it again later. The Earth-raised Saiya-jin pulled out a bag of Senzu and offered his son one. The wounds quickly healed, leaving Gohan no longer injured. "Much better! I guess I should get home after getting some new clothes."

"I agree, I don't think Videl would like it if you went home with your clothes all torn up," Goku reasoned. He watched his son leave before turning back to Vegeta, handing him a Senzu which he graciously accepted.

"I would have found more enjoyment if we sparred with the Namek," Vegeta suggested while chewing on the bean. The injuries he sustained while fused with the other Saiya-jin healed relatively quickly.

"He went with Dende off world not long ago though," Goku reminded before he swallowed his own crushed bean. Both the current and former guardians had gone to Namek to visit their people following the incident with Zamasu. Their concerns about the Dragon Balls switching bodies similar to what Ginyu had done long ago was something of great concern, especially since they did not want a repeat of Goku Black on their hands.

"You could have teleported to him." Vegeta reminded the younger Saiya-jin.

"I could, but it's harder to find his energy since it's further away." Goku knew his limitations utilizing Instant Transmission better than Vegeta. He had a difficult time traveling to planets if a person's power was at rest. This made it especially hard for the Earth-raised Saiya-jin to teleport from Beerus' planet when Frieza came for revenge with the rest of his army nearly a year ago. All of his allies had to raise their power for him to teleport with Vegeta back to Earth.

"If it were a life and death situation, you should be able to lock onto anyone's power regardless of its location," Vegeta summarized.

"I guess, but I suppose it's due to how complex it can be using it."

"Doesn't seem too hard when we're fused together. I think I should be able to pick it up if we fused a few more times." Vegeta grinned. The idea of learning Instant Transmission would be a boon to the prince since he could easily take advantage of the flaws in Goku's fighting style whenever he wanted.

"Even if you manage to pick up the mechanics of Instant Transmission, it's harder to perform with multiple people."

"Redundant if I choose to use it for myself," Vegeta snorted. "Let's just spar until we're able to fuse again."

Apparently, the Potara earrings would fuse the Saiya-jins together again after ninety minutes passed. They figured this out on their own earlier that week when they left their earrings on as an experiment and each took a Senzu. It caught them by surprise when they suddenly fused again mid-combat, but once it ended, they agreed to leaving them off so it would not happen again unwillingly for either of them.

"Alright," Goku grinned and transformed into a Super Saiya-jin. Vegeta followed suit. Since they could control when they can fuse, it was more like a game to them between their attempts to get stronger and enjoy the thrill of battle apart.

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"And where have you been all day?" Chi-chi's voice raised angrily when Goku attempted to slip back into the house later that evening. He was crouching down low enough to try to get by unnoticed, but unfortunately, he could have sworn that his wife had a husband radar installed inside her head. She turned to face him with mounting anger, her stance holding much tension that she could spring forward and attack at any moment.

"I... I was sparring with Vegeta," Goku nervously answered. He hated when his wife confronted him like this. She was wielding a kitchen knife rather threateningly from the chopping board she had been preparing moments earlier. Slamming the knife's pointy end directly into the board, he winced when she rounded on him, her rage growing with every breath. It was almost though the Earth-raised Saiya-jin were watching the smoke fluming from a volcano, the prelude to the eruption that would take place when the time is right.

"You know our family needs money," Chi-chi ranted angrily. "How are we supposed to afford Goten's education if you spend all of your time training and..."

Goku somehow managed to tone out his wife's raving while shuffling one of his feet against the ground rather thoughtfully. Instead of the tongue lashing Chi-chi was giving, he was thinking back to the last fusion he did with the prince. It was when they managed to finally break a half hour mark fused while in Super Saiya-jin Blue. It made him smile in glee at the idea of their efforts were finally paying off despite the resistance they faced at first.

"...are you even listening to me? If not, you're not eating dinner!" Chi-chi threatened. This quickly drew the younger Saiya-jin back into complete awareness.

"I am! I am!" Goku allowed the lie to roll off his tongue, though it did nothing to sate the fury in his wife's eyes.

"If you're listening to me, then you're going to spend the whole day farming tomorrow!" Chi-chi yelled at her husband, the vein protruding from the side of her face in pure anger. "That means no sneaking off to spar with Vegeta, and taking care of the plants! Heaven knows if there's anything left alive in that barren field of yours! You barely tend to it like you used to..."

"Alright, alright... I'll take care of the field tomorrow and not go out and spar," Goku answered nervously, dejection truly showing in his mannerisms.

He hated having to work—it was something that truly bored the seasoned fighter to death. If he were given a preference of what sort of job he would have asked to work, it would be fighting powerful warriors that threatened Earth instead of remedial labor. Unfortunately, this line of work would more than likely bore him as well. This is due to the seasoned warrior having to resort to withholding a large reserve of his power not to maim or murder anyone, and none of that were even a challenge to him.

The strongest fighter in the universe—literally conquered out of fear and repression of his own beautiful housewife—and this was the only obstacle within the Super Saiya-jin God's conquests.

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Elsewhere in Universe 10, a yellow old-face kaioshin sat at the table. Opposite of him sat Shin, who seemed well adapt at pouring tea for them both. Ever since Zamasu had been erased by Beerus for his planned treachery, the older kaioshin had been distraught at the idea of finding a new apprentice. His ambitions to bring the green-skinned kaioshin trainee to see the light failed heavily due to his apprentice's ideals going against what morale code that they were taught.

These ideals were taught by their teachers and the teachers that came before them, back when the universe itself was still in its infancy. While most of these ancestors were dead, they still laid the guidelines necessary for those who followed. It was a sacred code that was instilled in the firsts by Zeno himself that they largely obeyed. Yet, there were those who disobeyed, and as a result, were destroyed by the Lord of All for disobeying these ideals.

Zamasu had threatened the universe along with an infinite number of timelines. Had he succeeded, the very fabric of reality would have been destroyed entirely. And it would be due to the man's ideals that he took up the mantle as the executioner of all mortal life that exists. By violating these principles and becoming involved, he had come close to killing his master a third time with no remorse for his actions. Zamasu had claimed the title of the God of Destruction for all of the wrong reasons, and it was because of his actions that he was erased by Zeno himself for his treachery.

"Gowasu," Shin finally breeched the silence in a respectful manner. He set the tea pot down on the table and sat down opposite of the elder. "Have you found another apprentice yet?"

"As much as I would like to find another apprentice, I fear that there were no candidates that I found worthy of bringing to this sacred world to impart my knowledge," Gowasu replied in dismissal. "Not that I am in a hurry this time around. This time, I want to take my time to find another pupil who would ensure that all is right, that he would merely observe the universe, and not meddle in mortal affairs."

"That is always going to be a difficult choice," Shin noted, taking a drink of his tea. He knew that there were times he had no choice but to interfere—the last time he had prior to Zamasu, he had attempted to eradicate Baba-di's plans before he unleashed his father's creation upon all life yet again. While he had failed in his mission, he was grateful he was not punished for his actions, and the monster that had threatened the universe had atoned for his previous actions.

"Speaking of choice, did those two Saiya-jin ever return your Potara earrings?" Gowasu questioned. A choked sound from Shin made his face redden from choking on the tea. Setting the cup down, he pounded on his chest and coughed to clear the liquid from his lungs.

"I... I forgot to get them back because we were dealing with a crisis at the time!" Shin exclaimed in pure horror. This was short-lived as he recalled Vegeta breaking his earring shortly after they defused. "Then again, I suppose it's okay since I'm pretty certain that they probably destroyed them by now."

"Honestly, if those fell into the wrong hands, we could have a catastrophe much worse than what we had recently," Gowasu warned the younger kaioshin. While he was older, Shin was not bothered by Gowasu's warning in the slightest. Unless a threat knew more about the earrings and its function, then they would have a cataclysm far worse than what Zamasu had planned and nearly committed.