People are probably wondering: Vegeta's now against fusing? Oh, that's not a new thing considering how he was against Goku about it when he was hiding his trump card during the fight against Majin Buu. And his displeasure when Goku brought it up during their fight with Zamasu (especially with the scene with Vegeta and Goku's silent exchange was probably the best writing ever—I honestly wasn't expecting that interaction).

This doesn't mean that Vegito's out of the story yet folks. It's more of a hiatus thing for the time being, so please don't fret—think of this as a chance of growth for our guys.

Since this is an A/U, the events of this story differ from both the anime and manga. Unless there's interest, I'm not putting the Universal Survival arc into this story. While I was amused by some of the plot points, I'm still convinced that Grand Priest is freaking evil, and he's up to something. Unless of course they pull a full reversal by the end of this thing, I seriously doubt that no one sees the repercussions that are coming.

With that said, it's time I start a new arc with original villains that may/may not be coincidental to the source material.

In other words-it's time for me to incorporate some original characters.

...fine, original villains if you don't like the idea of self-inserts.

Not like I never done it before...

(I should post my other stories on Wattpad at some point. My account on the fanfiction site's got a lot more than this... Yes, I'll be bringing over a few stories over soon enough that are a bit older, but still pretty interesting. One of them needs a few slight revisions because I had plans that changed, but forgot to incorporate.)

Thank you everyone for your patience and enjoy!

#abusepotaranerf

Across the universe on a desolate world, a dark cloaked figure sat upon the ruins of what once was a building. The inhabitants of the world had met their demise by this one's hand. For what reason did he had to take down an entire civilization?

A small bit of static came from the figure's left arm as he lifted it. "Sifir here." The man's deep baritone voice held a great deal of malice and hatred. Yet, he was surprisingly calm and composed compared to the tone.

"Are you finished with your mission?" a feminine voice questioned a bit timidly, almost though fearful that she was interrupting something.

"I just finished about ten minutes ago," Sifir replied with slight annoyance. "Why?"

"We just received word from the emperor that our scouts found some survivors from the Cold Empire in the North Galaxy."

A brutish laugh escaped the dark cloaked figure's lips. "Really? I thought we killed most of these weaklings for the emperor." He paused for a moment to compose himself. "I'll bite though and exterminate the rest of those vermin. Send me the coordinates."

"The coordinates have already been pre-programmed into the ship's mainframe," the feminine voice confirmed. "It will take three months for you to arrive."

"Bah, three months to exterminate a few small fry? This better be worth the trip Kadin," Sifir complained as he rose to his feet.

The alien's stature was roughly eight feet tall, a giant compared to most men. Walking out, his steel blue scaly skin was exposed to the whitish sunlight. Reptilian in appearance, the only thing off-setting was the black inked tattoo on the left side of his face in a foreign language. His eyes were a solid red color as his gaze fell upon the space craft that landed a short distance away.

"It should be since there's a huge reward for taking down the last Saiya-jin." Kadin mentioned. The space craft's doors opened with a hiss, exposing the cockpit.

Sifir's hairless brows shifted to a deep scowl as he slipped inside the seat and sat down. He was not in the least bit uneducated by the vermin mentioned, considering the fact that he thought he killed the last of them ages ago. "Saiya-jin..."

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Whis blocked a punch that Goku threw with his staff, the Earth-raised Saiya-jin attempting to overcome the angel's defenses in vain as he continued to rain a volley of punches at him. The blue-skinned humanoid was not in the least bit bothered by the mortal's attempts and continued to back away while blocking the blows that attempted to break through his guard. It had been four months since Goku had been brought to Beerus' planet to become stronger. The Earth-raised Saiya-jin had forgotten why he had fled to the world to begin with as he continued to improve his skills and temper the power he sought to improve upon.

The potara earring remained in Goku's room since the last merger on the nightstand next to his bed. Each night, he would look at it almost wondering if Vegeta had kept his promise and broken his. Truth be told, the Earth-raised Saiya-jin could not bring himself to uphold his end of the bargain, especially since he was still not satisfied with the way their last fusion left him with a nearly dislocated jaw (which had taken days for him to recover from the injury since he refused healing from Whis from something so minor).

As tempting as it would be to go back to Earth and ask the prince if he destroyed the earring, he knew trying to find Vegeta's power level would be difficult since it was too far for him to sense clearly. Instant Transmission required a power source to lock onto. The last time he had made a very far jump from Beerus' planet was when Gohan had raised his energy to the point that he was exerting his life force.

A strike to the side jarred Goku from his thoughts, the staff hovering between his right arm and side—a presentation of sorts courtesy of Whis pointing out yet another flaw in the Earth-raised Saiya-jin's fighting stance.

"You need to stop letting your guard down," Whis reminded the mortal. "Anyone could have taken advantage of you and maimed you with your concentration down."

Backpedaling from the angel, Goku rubbed his side with a grimace. "You hit me a lot harder than usual Whis! Geez!"

Whis seemed a bit annoyed at the reaction the mortal exhibited. "It's no harder than what Vegeta hits you with normally," the blue skinned angel scolded. "Now, are you going to focus on the battle or let your mind wander? If you let your guard down one more time, we will stop here for today."

Goku's eyes widened when he heard this. He knew the angel was not kidding in the slightest and would definitely end the training right then and there. Whis had done this during previous sessions when the young Saiya-jin seemed distracted.

"Okay, okay! I won't space out again!" Jumping back, he slides into a fighting stance, proving his seriousness. 'Last thing I need is for him to assign a new task to my daily agenda... he already added brushing Lord Beerus' fur to the list...'

The latest task was far more dangerous than changing the sheets—most times, the cat-like deity would not stand for such a demeaning task while he slept, and often times, he struck out at Goku at any attempt of being touched. It was one more thing that he did not want to do. Yet, Whis had told the Earth-raised Saiya-jin that it would help him keep his guard up—a habit he was truly slacking on.

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'Why hasn't the clown returned yet?' Vegeta thought while standing on the balcony outside his room. He had grown significantly stronger in Kakarrot's absence, yet, he had grown bored since his rival had been largely absent as of late. Glancing over at his wife, she walked outside with Trunks trailing behind her with a tray of food. Her stomach swelled with new life, a life he had learned about a month after Goku's disappearance.

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Vegeta fumbled with the wrench, listening to Bulma's instructions on how to repair the gravity room since she was recently dealing with an unknown illness. He had been angry at the indifference she shown since she had not repaired the room, and when he asked her for what felt like the fiftieth time, she had dragged him in there to teach him how to repair it himself.

Unfortunately, the prince was not a mechanic, so the methods his lovely wife used to fix the machine were far removed as she guided his hands on completing such a technological task that seemed far beneath his station. Bulma however continued to teach him as his hands carefully grasped parts and components that he could easily destroy with little effort.

"Now, slide the red wire into the motherboard and use the welding tool to... urp!" Bulma grimaced and ran outside where the prince heard her retch her breakfast. He put the tools down and walked outside where his wife was recovering from whatever was plaguing her. Kneeling down next to her, he rubbed his back when he suddenly felt something different coming from within her.

"Woman, when were you going to tell me you were with child?" Vegeta questioned, finally realizing why she was unable to do the repairs herself. Bulma's eyes widened as she looked up at her husband in surprise.

"Ho-how were you...?" Bulma felt the gloved hand cup her cheek tenderly as he leaned his forehead against hers.

"I can sense her growing inside you," Vegeta noted. The child's feminine energy was far different than the energy he sensed when Bulma was carrying Trunks. He knew that he blessed her with a warrior the first time she conceived, so it made sense that their second child conceived during a time of peace would be a girl.

"Her?" Bulma blinked, a small smile growing on her face. She had always wanted to have a daughter so she had a child she could relate to. Trunks was becoming more like his father, and that left her yearning for a biological relationship that she could form in a maternal manner.

Vegeta's other hand went to her navel, almost though trying to reach out to the child growing within. "She will be strong when she's born."

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Vegeta looked up at the sky, sensing the arrival of Chi-chi not far off. Ever since her husband had left Earth again, the harpy had come daily after tending to the clown's crops. She was determined to drag him home the instant he returned from space and keep him under lock and key until they made up for the losses of his absence. The prince pitied Kakarrot for having to stay away from that impending threat.

Bulma had offered to give the housewife funds, but she would not have any charity. She was determined to make Kakarrot pay for not being present, even if it meant withholding any food from him until he made up for his losses. No Saiya-jin warrior, not even the fool, could survive without nourishment from his woman, so that made Vegeta relate to Kakarrot's pain somewhat.

The aircar landed minutes later. By this point, Vegeta had retreated into the gravity room which worked subpar thanks to his recent repairs. Since he was unskilled as his wife, the patchwork he made of the circuitry was crude compared to what her genius skill could manage. He made it work though even though he could only get about a few hours of training in before the machine would begin to overheat.

'Still, by the time that happens, Kakarrot's harpy would have left the compound,' Vegeta acknowledged, permitting the large door to slam shut behind him before locking it with a single spin of the metallic wheel.

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Sifir woke up to the chirping of the ship's alarm. Stretching, he left the squalor room to the bridge of the ship as a blue and green sphere hovered among the blackness of space. He had seen worlds similar to this one, yet for an odd reason, he wondered how this one managed to escape being incorporated in the emperor's hands.

'Perhaps the rumors are true since there are high powers on this desolate planet,' Sifir noted as readings flashed on the screen. 'No matter, in time, this world will belong to the emperor, and by that point, he will have one more world to do with what he will.'

A reddish hue engulfed the screen as Sifir went to sit down. He would land on this world soon enough, and when he did, he would first ensure the extinction of the last Saiya-jins.