The Strongest

Morning breaks over West City, golden light spilling across the Capsule Corporation compound.

I've spent most of the night on the balcony, not requiring much sleep in this enhanced body. The quiet hours gave me time to process my situation and begin formulating plans for the future.

A knock at my door interrupts my meditation. "Breakfast is ready," Bulma calls through the door. "And fair warning - Goku's already here."

"Thank you," I reply, rising from my cross-legged position. "I'll be down shortly."

I pause momentarily as I catch my reflection in the mirror. My height is striking - I tower over most humans, standing even taller than Piccolo.

The fusion has created a physique that combines Goku's powerful frame with Vegeta's compact musculature, resulting in an imposing stature that would intimidate most beings in the universe.

More disconcerting than my physical appearance, however, are the complex emotions that surface whenever I think of the people awaiting me downstairs.

I possess Goku's memories of his deep love for Chi-Chi and their sons, alongside Vegeta's fierce attachment to Bulma and Trunks.

These aren't my feelings - I am neither Goku nor Vegeta - yet the memories of these emotions create an uncomfortable echo within me.

The guest room Bulma provided is spacious and well-appointed, though I've barely used it. This body seems to require minimal rest - another advantage of the fusion.

I quickly dress in the clothing Bulma supplied - a blue jumpsuit similar to Vegeta's training gear but with my own distinct styling, specially tailored to accommodate my considerable height.

When I enter the kitchen, I find a scene of controlled chaos. Goku sits at the table, devouring food at his characteristic pace while Trunks watches in fascination.

Vegeta leans against the wall, arms crossed, observing with his usual scowl. Bulma manages the automated cooking systems with practiced efficiency.

I notice how everyone seems to pause momentarily as I duck through the doorway, my height requiring me to stoop slightly to enter.

Even Vegeta's eyes widen fractionally before he masks his reaction.

"Morning!" Goku exclaims through a mouthful of food, waving enthusiastically. "Ready for some training?"

Vegeta scoffs. "Kakarot, at least finish your food before speaking."

I nod in greeting, taking a seat at the table that suddenly seems too small for my frame. "I am curious to test this body's capabilities."

"We've set up the gravity chamber for you," Bulma explains, placing a plate piled high with food before me.

"I've also installed some new monitoring equipment - purely for scientific purposes, of course."

As she leans in to set down the plate, I experience a strange dissonance - Vegeta's memories flood my mind with intimate moments shared with this woman, yet I myself have no such connection to her.

I carefully maintain a neutral expression, but Bulma must notice something in my eyes, as she gives me a curious glance before stepping away.

"Of course," I reply with a slight nod, recognizing her barely contained scientific curiosity.

As I begin eating, I notice that my appetite falls somewhere between Goku's insatiable hunger and Vegeta's more restrained consumption.

Another small indicator of my unique nature - neither fully one nor the other, but something new entirely.

"So," Goku says, finally pausing his eating, "how strong do you think you are? Like, compared to us?"

Vegeta's attention sharpens at this question, though he pretends disinterest.

"In theory," I reply carefully, "a Potara fusion should be more powerful than the sum of its parts. But I haven't had the opportunity to fully test my limits yet."

"That's what today is for!" Goku exclaims, excitement evident in his voice. "I can't wait to see what you can do!"

Trunks looks up at me with undisguised curiosity. "You're really tall," he observes bluntly. "Even taller than Piccolo!"

I smile slightly at the boy's directness. Vegeta's memories provide a surge of paternal affection that isn't mine, creating another moment of emotional dissonance.

"Yes, it seems the fusion combined your father's and Goku's physical attributes in unexpected ways."

After breakfast, we make our way to the gravity chamber - a reinforced dome structure designed to withstand extreme forces.

Bulma has modified it for today's purpose, expanding its size and strengthening its walls.

"I've enhanced the structural integrity," she explains as we enter. "It should withstand up to 100,000 times Earth's gravity now, though I don't recommend testing that limit."

"Impressive," I acknowledge, examining the upgraded facility. 

"I've also installed these," she continues, gesturing to several small devices mounted around the chamber.

"They'll measure energy output, speed, reaction time - everything we need to understand your capabilities."

Vegeta steps forward, his patience clearly wearing thin. "Enough technical explanations. Let's begin."

"Agreed," I reply, moving to the center of the chamber. "How shall we proceed?"

"A direct comparison," Vegeta suggests. "First against Kakarot, then against me, then against both of us simultaneously."

Goku grins, stretching his arms. "Sounds good to me!"

Bulma retreats to the control room, her voice coming through the speaker system. "I'll monitor from here. Try not to destroy my gravity chamber, please."

Goku takes position opposite me, his expression shifting from carefree to focused. I tower over him by nearly a foot, creating a stark visual contrast between us.

"Let's start with your maximum power, Goku," I suggest, surprising both Saiyans. "I want to understand the full scope of what I'm working with."

Goku blinks in surprise. "My maximum? You mean Super Saiyan 3?"

I nod. "Don't hold anything back."

Goku exchanges a glance with Vegeta, who raises an eyebrow but says nothing.

"Alright," Goku agrees, his expression turning serious. "Here goes."

He begins powering up, his aura flaring from white to gold as he transforms into a Super Saiyan.

The transformation doesn't stop there - his power continues to build as he pushes through to Super Saiyan 2, electricity crackling around his golden aura.

Finally, with a primal roar that shakes the chamber, he ascends to Super Saiyan 3.

His hair lengthens dramatically, his eyebrows disappear, and the raw energy emanating from him causes the gravity chamber's equipment to fluctuate wildly.

"This is it," Goku announces, his voice deeper in this form. "Super Saiyan 3. My absolute maximum."

The power radiating from him is truly impressive - far beyond what most beings in the universe could comprehend, let alone achieve.

Yet as I stand before him in my base form, I feel no trepidation whatsoever. If anything, I'm struck by how limited his power seems compared to what I can sense within myself.

"Begin whenever you're ready," I tell him, not adopting any defensive stance.

Goku launches forward with blinding speed - or what would be blinding to anyone else. To me, his movements appear almost sluggish, as if he's moving through water.

His first punch, backed by the full might of Super Saiyan 3, is aimed directly at my face.

I catch it effortlessly with one hand, the impact creating a shockwave that ripples through the chamber but causes me no discomfort whatsoever.

Goku's eyes widen in shock. "What the-"

Before he can finish, I gently push his fist back, causing him to stumble backward despite being in his most powerful form.

The casual ease of this gesture seems to stun both him and Vegeta.

"Again," I encourage him. "Don't hold back."

Goku's surprise transforms into determination. He attacks with renewed vigor, unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks that would devastate planets.

Each strike I either dodge or block with minimal effort, never adopting anything more than a casual defensive posture.

After several minutes of this one-sided exchange, Goku jumps back, breathing heavily. The strain of maintaining Super Saiyan 3 is evident on his face.

"This is incredible," he pants. "I can't even touch you, and you're not even transformed!"

"The readings are... impossible," Bulma's voice comes through the speaker, a note of awe in her tone.

"Vegito's power in base form appears to exceed Goku's Super Saiyan 3 by an order of magnitude I can't even properly measure."

Vegeta steps forward, his expression a mixture of shock and disbelief. "Let me try," he demands. "Kakarot's technique has always been sloppy."

Goku powers down, the golden aura fading as he reverts to his base form. He seems more excited than disappointed by the demonstration. "She's right - you should try too, Vegeta. It's unbelievable!"

Vegeta transforms immediately to Super Saiyan 2 - his current maximum - and adopts a fighting stance opposite me.

Unlike Goku's straightforward approach, Vegeta's attack is calculated and precise, combining speed with technical excellence.

The result, however, is the same. I parry his strikes with ease, never needing to exert myself or adopt more than a casual defensive posture.

After a particularly powerful combination that I deflect without apparent effort, Vegeta's frustration becomes evident.

"This is absurd," he growls, launching a Galick Gun at point-blank range.

I simply raise one hand and absorb the energy attack completely, dispersing it without harm.

The demonstration silences even Vegeta, who powers down and steps back, his analytical mind clearly reassessing everything he thought he knew about power scaling.

"It seems," I state calmly, "that the Potara fusion creates something far beyond what either of you can achieve individually - even at your maximum potential."

"But you haven't even transformed yet," Goku points out, his voice filled with wonder. "If you're this strong in your base form..."

"Perhaps a demonstration is in order," I suggest.

Taking a centering breath, I tap into the vast well of power within this fused body. The transformation comes with astonishing ease - as natural as breathing.

Golden energy erupts around me, my hair standing on end and shifting to brilliant gold as the Super Saiyan aura envelops me.

The effect is immediate and dramatic. Every monitoring device in the chamber simultaneously overloads and shorts out.

The reinforced walls of the gravity chamber groan under the pressure of the energy I'm emitting.

Both Goku and Vegeta are forced to brace themselves against the sheer force of my power.

"Incredible," Goku whispers, shielding his eyes against the golden light that fills the chamber.

"This is beyond anything I could have imagined," Vegeta admits reluctantly, his pride temporarily overcome by the sheer scale of what he's witnessing.

I power down quickly, concerned that maintaining the transformation might damage the chamber beyond repair.

As the golden aura fades, I notice that both Goku and Vegeta are staring at me with expressions that mix awe, shock, and a hint of concern.

"The sensors were completely overwhelmed," Bulma reports as she enters the chamber, tablet in hand.

"But from what I could measure in the milliseconds before they failed, your Super Saiyan form appears to be at least several hundred times stronger than Goku's Super Saiyan 3."

"That's... that's not just addition or multiplication," Goku says, uncharacteristically thoughtful. "It's like... exponential."

"The Potara fusion doesn't just combine your powers," I explain. "It creates something entirely new - a warrior whose baseline exceeds your maximum potential by orders of magnitude."

"Which means," Vegeta says slowly, "that there's no point in continuing this assessment. No combination of our efforts could possibly challenge you, even in your base form."

I nod, acknowledging the truth of his statement. "It seems that way."

A heavy silence falls over the chamber as they process the implications.

The power gap between us isn't merely significant - it's so vast as to render meaningful comparison impossible.

I stand before them not as a slightly stronger ally, but as a being operating on an entirely different level of existence.

"Well," Goku says finally, his irrepressible optimism reasserting itself, "this is amazing! Just think of what we could accomplish with this kind of power!"

Vegeta's response is more measured, his eyes narrowed in calculation. "Power of this magnitude will not go unnoticed in the universe," he observes. "It will attract attention - some welcome, some not."

Is he perhaps referring to Beerus?

"I'm well aware," I reply. "Which is why I need to establish my place in this world carefully."

As we exit the gravity chamber, I find myself contemplating the implications of this power assessment.

The fusion has created something I already expected based on my previous life's knowledge, but knowing and experiencing are two very different things when it comes to this.

The gulf between myself and even the strongest Z Fighters is so vast that it creates an unexpected isolation - a reminder that I now exist in a category entirely my own.

"Hey," Goku calls, interrupting my thoughts. "We should celebrate! How about a feast at my place? Chi-Chi's been cooking all morning!"

Vegeta grunts noncommittally, which Goku correctly interprets as agreement.

"You'll come too, right?" Goku asks me. "The whole gang will be there—Krillin, Yamcha, everyone wants to meet you properly!"

I hesitate, considering the invitation. A gathering would provide an opportunity to establish relationships with the other Z Fighters - connections that could prove valuable in the future.

But it would also mean facing Chi-Chi, whose relationship with Goku creates another layer of emotional complexity for me to handle.

"I would be honored," I reply with a nod, deciding that establishing these connections outweighs the potential awkwardness.

As we prepare to depart for Goku's home, I take a final moment alone on the balcony, gazing up at the sky.

The prospect of facing not just the Z Fighters but their families - people who hold deep emotional significance in the memories I've inherited - creates a complex situation I must course through with caution.

With this much power I can do virtually anything. And this not even a fraction of it.

I must be... careful.

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(Author note: Hello everyone! I hope you all enjoyed the chapter!

Yeah, Vegito is the Ultimate Warrior - Bulma's scan wasn't even a fraction of his power.

Also, those memories make things... awkward. Vegito is thankfully not in love with either Bulma or Chichi - I wouldn't write that, would be something I have distaste for, too much Ntr for my taste.

No, he doesn't have feelings for them but he does remember well... doing the thing with them, having a normal life with them, so it just makes things weird.

So yeah, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter,

See you all later,

Bye!)