Dragon Ball Super Ultra Vegito: Chapter 4 | Fanfiction

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Vegito was helpless—still chained up like an animal, not the fierce, proud Saiynn warrior he once was. Ten long, miserable years had passed in this prison. Ten years of silence, of nothingness, of being left to rot, alone and forgotten. His arms hung limp by his sides, heavy and useless. His legs too. Shackled tightly, the cold metal biting into his skin day after day.

Time had become something twisted here—every second stretched into hours, every day into years. To Vegito, these ten years felt like a hundred lifetimes.

And then, for the first time in what felt like forever, we finally see his face.

His once-proud features were hidden beneath a thick, wild beard, grown untamed through the years of captivity. His body, once a symbol of power and pride, had withered. The once-bulging muscles that could shatter mountains were now gone, replaced by frail limbs and a thin, ghostly frame. His clothes were torn and ragged, barely hanging on, nothing more than shredded reminders of who he used to be.

But it wasn’t just his body that had broken—it was his soul too. You could see it in his eyes. They were hollow. He wore the expression of a man who had been beaten down again and again until there was nothing left but the memory of pain.

As we slowly zoom out, the full extent of his decay becomes clear. And strangely, even after all these years, even after so much time, Vegito had never defused. Goku and Vegeta were still fused together, still trapped in this one broken body. It was like the chains, or maybe the room itself, wouldn’t let them separate. They were stuck, not just in body, but in fate—forever bound to this suffering.

With no one to talk to and nothing to do, Vegito had become something barely alive. Just a shadow. A whisper of the legends Goku and Vegeta once were. Inside his mind, the remnants of their souls echoed. Vegeta’s thoughts drifted endlessly toward Bulma. Goku’s voice barely managed to whisper “Chi-Chi” now and then. But there was no strength left in those names—just regret.

Sometimes, without warning, tears would roll down Vegito’s cheeks. Not from any fresh pain, but from something deeper—memories that tore through him without mercy. Ghosts of who he used to be. He was once a warrior who stood above all. Now? He was nothing. Buried under the weight of a mistake—one small, stupid moment that had led to all this.

And then, one day, something changed.

Out of the eternal darkness came a spark. A dot of light, faint at first. It blinked into existence, then slowly grew larger. It shimmered, taking on the shape of a glowing portal. Vegito’s eyes flickered, unsure. Was he imagining this? Was his mind finally cracking under the weight of loneliness?

His thoughts swirled like fog. Is this real? Is this… someone? A wolf? A voice? Something familiar… he wondered silently.

From the swirling light, a pair of feet stepped through. Slow. Careful. Almost as if the figure didn’t want to be noticed.

Vegito strained, lifting his head with great effort. His muscles screamed in protest. He couldn’t see the face yet, but those footsteps—they stirred something. A memory buried deep.

He narrowed his eyes. Where have I seen those feet before? But his mind was a mess. Too foggy. Too damaged.

Then it hit him.

His eyes went wide. His breath caught in his throat.

“No… It can’t be you,” he muttered, his voice raspy and weak. But the figure stepped closer, and the glow of the portal faded, revealing the visitor in full.

It was him.

Whees.

The angel of Universe 7. As regal and silent as ever, he stood before Vegito. There was no clear sign of why he was here—no smile, no scowl, no explanation.

Just silence.

But to Vegito, it was like being struck by lightning.

“Whees?” he cried out, emotion surging up like a tidal wave. “Is that really you? It can’t be! My eyes… they must be lying to me!”

His voice broke. For the first time in years, sound actually filled the room. And not just sound—emotion. Rage. Pain. Longing. Tears streamed down Vegito’s dirty cheeks.

“Why now? Why after all this time? After everything I’ve been through—where were you?!”

His voice echoed through the dark chamber, years of suffering finally boiling over. He shook in his chains, trying to stand, trying to move, but they held him tight.

Even Whees, calm as ever, didn’t hide the sadness in his expression. He stepped closer, his voice soft—delicate, like someone walking on glass.

“I know,” he said. “I know my words are probably the last thing you want to hear, Vegito-san. The years… they’ve not been kind to you. You’ve endured a pain I can’t even imagine. And for that… I am truly sorry.”

Vegito stared at him, waiting for more. But that was all Whees said.

And it wasn’t enough.

“Sorry?!” Vegito roared, chains rattling violently as he lunged forward. “That’s it?! That’s all you have to say after ten years of this?! Of me rotting in this hellhole?!”

His voice cracked with fury. “Do you think your sorry gives me back my life?! You knew I didn’t deserve this! Beerus wanted to spare us—not the other way around! I would never have killed him! Never on purpose! And you—you just stood there! Said nothing! You let them take me… destroy me like this!”

He trembled, his voice shaking with rage.

“How can you even look at yourself in the mirror?”

Whees slowly began to move, his steps light and measured, as if he were walking through sacred ground. Without a word, he approached the broken warrior in chains and gently placed a hand on Vegito’s slumped shoulder.

Vegito flinched. He hadn’t expected that. Not a touch. Not something so… calm.

His body tensed, unsure what to do. But truthfully, what could he do? He was bound and powerless—just a whisper of the legend he once was.

Whees spoke again, his voice soft, smooth, and unshaken. “I know, Vegeta’s son. I know you think I’ve done nothing… That I haven’t cared. That I just stood back and watched. But that’s not true. For the last ten years, I’ve tried—over and over again—to plead your case to my father, the Grand Priest. But it was no use. There’s only so much a son can do to make his father listen. And as you know, I have no direct audience with Zenna. The Grand Priest was my only way in.”

Vegito’s breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling in slow, painful rhythm. He didn’t interrupt, but his eyes stared holes into Whees, begging for answers.

Whees continued, his hand still resting on Vegito’s shoulder like an anchor holding down the storm. “But you must also understand—by angelic law, there is no excuse for the complete destruction of a god. You didn’t just injure Beerus… In your fused Ultra Ego and Ultra Instinct state, the destruction energy—drawn from Vegeta’s side—erased him completely.”

Vegito’s face twitched at that word. Erased.

“That’s why,” Whees said solemnly, “I gave you no option to bring him back. Once a God of Destruction is gone, I must remain inactive until a new one is appointed. From the moment he fell, my powers… ceased.”

Silence filled the dark chamber for a moment. Even the chains didn’t rattle. Vegito just stared, unblinking, his face frozen between grief and disbelief.

“But I promise you,” Whees added, a little firmer now, “I didn’t stop trying. I kept searching. I looked for any way to free you.”

His voice dropped lower, almost like a whisper. “That’s when I thought of the Super Dragon Balls. As far as anyone knows, they’re the only ones powerful enough to reverse an erasure. But finding them… proved far harder than I imagined. Scattered across both Universe 6 and 7, hidden beyond even my sight.”

Vegito blinked slowly. His body trembled, not from fear—but from the weight of disappointment settling on his bones. Whees’ words felt like nails hammered into his coffin.

“Even Champa,” Whees went on, “took a thousand years to find six of them. And that was only possible because he broke the rules—he snooped unlawfully into our own universe. That’s something I, as an angel, cannot do.”

He paused, as if to give Vegito a moment to breathe. “And even if I could find them,” he added, “the Super Dragon Balls were never meant to be used so freely—like your Earth’s dragon balls. The dragon, Godzillama, simply wouldn’t allow it. He only permits a wish once every one thousand years. It’s his power that fuels the wish, and he doesn’t give it away casually.”

Vegito’s neck finally gave out. His chin dropped to his chest. His head hung low.

He had heard enough.

Blood trickled from his mouth—his body still betraying him after all these years. He coughed, the sound echoing in the emptiness.

Then his head snapped back up, anger returning to his eyes like fire rekindled from dying embers.

“But why?” he spat. “Why didn’t you do anything before Beerus died?! It didn’t have to end like this! You knew how reckless he was—you knew him better than anyone! You could have stopped it! You could’ve turned back time! Saved him!”

His voice cracked under the pressure of raw pain. “But instead, you watched! Watched him fall… watched as I was dragged to this hell!”

Whees’ expression stayed calm, though his eyes held a glimmer of sorrow. “Vegito-san… you’re not thinking clearly. If I could have stopped it, don’t you think I would have?”

He let the words sink in before continuing.

“Your mortal ideals… they’re not the same as the reality of what angels can and cannot do. There are laws—old ones—set long before either of us existed. Unbreakable rules.”

His voice hardened slightly, not in anger, but in certainty. “An angel’s sole purpose is to serve as an attendant to a God of Destruction. That is our role. That is the reason we exist. We do not act for ourselves. We do not follow our hearts. We obey—or we are erased from all timelines.”

Vegito was silent, but his fists had clenched again, trembling.

“The only times I’ve shown you such techniques or aided you in combat,” Whees added, “it was because Beerus was beside me—giving his permission. I never moved without his word.”

He drew in a slow breath.

“The only exception… is if my own God of Destruction makes a mistake so grave it would harm the universe he governs alongside the Supreme Kai. That is the one and only time I may intervene. Your destruction of Beerus, I’m afraid, fell into neither category.”

Vegito stared at him, his face a storm of heartbreak and rage.

“And even if it did,” Whees said, “I don’t think you fully understand the power you unleashed, Vegeta’s son. Not even I could have moved quickly enough to stop your strike. And once Beerus was gone… as I said—my powers ceased.”

Tears welled in Vegito’s eyes once more. They slid down his face like rivers overflowing their banks. There was no more fire in his body. No more strength to argue.

This was his life now. A life in chains. A life of waiting. A life with no future.

He looked up one last time, voice cracking with despair. “So… there’s really nothing I can do? No way out of this hell? Not even death? Why even come here, Whees? Just to take away the last bit of hope I had left?”

But even as the words fell from his mouth, a strange spark surfaced deep within. A flicker. A distant flame.

Somewhere buried beneath it all, Goku and Vegeta—their true spirits—still stirred.

And then, unexpectedly, a small smirk crept onto Vegito’s face. His eyes were still red and wet, his voice still trembling, but there was a faint edge of dark humor now.

“Don’t tell me…” he said, “you’ve come all this way just to ask me to be the next God of Destruction again…”

His smirk widened just slightly, even as a tear fell.

“Because honestly… after everything I’ve been through, I might just consider it this time.”

Vegito tilted his head slightly, that small smirk still on his lips, his voice touched with a hint of irony.

“So… I’m guessing I’d have to stay as Vegito then, huh?” he said with a quiet chuckle. “These angel-grade Potara of yours… they’re not gonna let us split anytime soon, are they, Whees?”

The angel didn’t respond right away. He simply smiled gently, as if he found some strange comfort in Vegito’s sarcasm. That slight smile widened just a bit as Whees softly replied, “Hmm. I see even after all these years—alone in this godforsaken place—your sense of humor hasn’t left you. It’s good to see that smile again.”

Then his tone shifted, just slightly, as he continued. “But yes, you’re correct. Perhaps… had you defeated Beerus in an official match, under the proper conditions, as a candidate for God of Destruction—like Toppo once was—then things might have been different. Your ascension could have been legitimate.”

He paused and narrowed his gaze. “But to prove yourself stronger outside those conditions? I’m sorry, Vegito… it means nothing to my father. And certainly nothing to Zenna. Unofficial victory? That’s just treachery. And as we’ve both seen… treachery is punished.”

Vegito said nothing, but his face darkened. The truth was hard to swallow.

Whees pressed on. “Even your old friend Jiren—he proved himself stronger than Belmod in battle. Everyone saw it. And yet… he’ll never be named the next God of Destruction in Universe 11. Why? Because he refused to become a candidate, just as Vegeta once did. These are the hard lines, Vegito. These are the laws we must obey.”

Vegito lowered his eyes and muttered under his breath, more to himself than to Whees. “Jiren… a god like Jiren…”

There was a silence between them before Whees spoke again. His voice was calm, but matter-of-fact.

“And to answer your question about your fusion—yes, you’re right again. When I gave you those earrings, I told you they’d last at least a day. But what I didn’t say is this… Angel-grade Potara can last forever. If necessary.”

Vegito’s head lifted slowly, listening.

“However,” Whees continued, “you, the wearer, still have the final say. If you decide to remove them, you’ll return to your individual states—Goku and Vegeta, once again. But I suppose for the past ten years… you haven’t had the luxury of doing anything, let alone removing them.”

Vegito gave a bitter scoff and looked down again, his voice quiet and empty.

“I… I see. Thank you for the information. As meaningless as it is… while I’m still locked up like this.”

He clenched his fists, chains rattling softly. “But… there’s still one thing I don’t understand, Whees. Why now? You’ve come all this way… told me about angel laws, why I can’t become a God of Destruction, why I’m stuck as Vegito. But you still haven’t answered the real question.”

He raised his eyes again, staring straight at Whees.

“What do you want from me? Why are you here now, of all times? Why did you wait until it was too late? All I’ve ever wanted… was to go back. To Earth. To see my family again. To live. But from what you’ve said… that hope is gone, isn’t it?”

Whees’ smile faded.

His face grew serious, calm but solemn. He looked Vegito in the eyes and spoke with quiet honesty.

“I know that I can’t fix what’s been done to you, Vegeta’s son. I know I can’t truly understand the suffering you’ve endured here all these years… but I hope what I say next will bring you some comfort.”

He took a breath.

“I’ve come to free you.”

Vegito froze.

His face lit up—not with power, but pure shock. The emotions hit him like a punch to the chest. He didn’t know whether to be relieved, scared, or just more confused.

“W-What?” he stammered. “What are you saying, Whees? You’ve… come to free me?”

He stared at the angel, eyes wide. “How are you going to do that? And why now?! After everything?!”

Whees turned his back, his long coat swaying behind him. A single bead of sweat slid down the side of his face, though his smile returned—this time tinged with sadness.

“I don’t want to delay you any longer,” he said softly. “But yes… you deserve an explanation.”

He looked toward the darkened sky above the chamber, voice quiet but clear.

“The truth is… I feel like my time as an angel has finally come to an end.”

Vegito’s heart skipped a beat.

“My powers have returned—only because a new God of Destruction has finally been appointed,” Whees explained. “But it pains me to say this: the gods… have changed. Since Beerus’ death, they’ve become different. Arrogant. Cruel. They act like nothing can touch them anymore.”

His voice hardened, not in anger, but in grief.

“I’ve never seen them behave this way. Never seen them think this way. They disposed of you like trash, made you an example. You, the strongest mortal in the multiverse. The strongest that ever lived. And they locked you away… forever. All because you killed one of them.”

He sighed.

“I held on. I kept quiet. I told myself, ‘It’s not my place.’ I’m just an angel. I don’t interfere.”

But then Whees’ voice dropped lower. There was something deeper now. Something raw.

“But recently… they destroyed something very dear to me.”

Vegito’s eyes widened slightly.

“That’s when I knew,” Whees continued, “that the moment a new God of Destruction was appointed—and my powers were mine again—I would come here. To you. Because something had to change. And that change… begins now.”

He turned to face Vegito again, his expression soft but firm.

“My final act, before I disappear, will be to save you, Vegeta’s son. To finally undo what was done to you.”

He paused.

“But this time… not with time reversal.”

Vegito’s entire world spun.

“What?!” he gasped. “Disappearing?! To where?! I don’t understand any of this! What are you saying, Whees?!”

Whees gave one last soft smile to Vegito, one filled with pain, peace, and quiet farewell. Slowly, he extended his arm, palm out, not to attack—but almost as if preparing for one final act. His voice wavered with emotion, uncharacteristically raw for an angel.

“Vegito-san,” he said softly, “I know this isn’t enough… but please, I beg of you—accept these last words of mine.”

He lowered his head slightly, his voice heavy with sorrow. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what you’ve gone through… and what you’re still going through. I’m sorry for what my father… what Zenna and the other eleven gods have allowed to happen to you. For the evil they’ve inflicted. For the horrors they forced a hero—you—to endure.”

His hand trembled slightly.

“I know it’s wrong. I am… only an angel. And to meddle with mortal affairs—to go against the decisions of my superiors—means erasure. Total and complete. But I’ve watched Universe 7 for over a thousand years. I know what’s best for it. Better than anyone.”

He raised his head now, voice firm and full of truth.

“And I believe… it’s time I did what’s right—instead of what I was ordered to do.”

Whees gave one last smile, warm but final. “It’s time to say goodbye… my friend.”

And with that, he activated his power.

A pulse of divine energy erupted from his body—elegant, controlled, and incredibly powerful. The chains binding Vegito exploded into pieces, shattered by the angel’s release seal.

The sudden freedom struck Vegito like a shockwave.

He collapsed forward, falling to his knees, overwhelmed. Ten years in chains—ten years without standing—his body couldn’t support itself. He hit the ground, wheezing, trying to draw breath through aching ribs.

“I… I’m free?” he whispered in disbelief, barely able to believe his own words.

But his limbs trembled. His muscles were tight and weak, screaming from the strain. He coughed violently, blood dripping from his mouth.

“My body… feels different…”

Still kneeling, he struggled to lift his head, his vision blurry, but something deep inside was screaming at him—something was wrong.

And then—he saw it.

“Whees!” he cried, voice cracking.

He could feel it happening.

Whees was fading.

The angel stood there, silent, smiling faintly… and slowly vanishing into light. His form broke apart like mist, his existence unraveling, erased exactly as he had warned.

“No… please!” Vegito yelled, trying to crawl forward.

With every ounce of energy he had left, he reached out, throwing his arm forward, desperate to grab him—to stop it. But his hand sliced through thin air.

Whees was already gone.

“NO!” Vegito screamed.

The cry echoed into the dark, silent void. No answer came. Only quiet.

He collapsed, face to the floor, hands clenching the ground. His chest heaved as the pain tore through him—not the pain of his body, but something worse. Loss. Regret. Sorrow so deep it bent his soul.

He pounded the floor with his fists, over and over, his tears falling freely and splashing beneath him in a small puddle of sadness. Everything was gone. Whees was gone.

But then—something caught his eye.

A shimmer. A small glint of light.

Vegito stopped. Slowly turned his head.

There, resting on the floor not far from him… was Whees’s staff.

He blinked, unsure at first if it was real. But it was. It hadn’t been erased.

Pushing through the pain, he forced himself to his feet—slow, cautious steps. He limped forward, reaching out.

The moment his fingers wrapped around the staff, something inside him shifted. He felt it—hope. Energy. Connection.

“Whees… what did you do?” he whispered.

He raised the staff, staring at it like it was a gift crafted just for him.

“I guess this was your last gift to me,” he murmured, a faint smile curling on his lips. “I… I can’t thank you enough.”

He tightened his grip. “Maybe… just maybe, with this, I can travel to the other universes. Maybe even reach Zenna… and sort this mess out.”

He looked up toward the dark ceiling, hope burning behind his eyes.

“Is that what you wanted, Whees? Is this how I bring you… and Beerus… back?”

He took a deep breath. “But first—there’s only one thing I have to do. For myself. For my own sake…”

His voice dropped into a whisper.

“I need to go back… to Earth. To see my family. My friends. My home.”

He glanced down at his filthy, ragged body and chuckled lightly. “But I can’t let anyone see me like this. Maybe Bulma would get a kick out of it… but Chi-Chi? Nah. This beard has to go.”

Raising his hand, Vegito summoned a glowing energy blade. With one swift, practiced motion, he sliced the thick beard clean off, the scraggly remains fluttering to the floor.

Now clean-shaven, his face was familiar once again. The Vegito the universe once knew… was back.

He gripped the staff with purpose, his voice clear and commanding.

“Take me to Earth. Now.”

The staff responded immediately—surging to life with radiant power. A beam of light shot forward, wrapping around him, lifting him into the air and shooting off through space.

But something felt off.

When Vegito landed, he looked around and saw… nothing.

Just a blank, endless void. No trees. No cities. No mountains. No Earth.

Just… darkness.

“What the…?” he muttered. “This doesn’t make any sense. What happened? Did the staff take me to the wrong place?”

He scanned the emptiness, looking for any sign. His brow furrowed.

“No… it couldn’t be.”

He placed two fingers on his forehead, focusing. “Alright. I’ll just use Instant Transmission. Lock on to someone on Earth…”

He closed his eyes. Concentrated.

Nothing.

His breath caught. He tried again. Harder.

Still… nothing.

Vegito’s heart began to race. He opened his eyes in panic.

“What?! No… that’s… that’s impossible! I can’t sense Earth anymore! Or anyone on it!”

He turned sharply to his right, pointing into the sky.

“There! The moon! Earth’s moon—it’s still there! Kami restored it years ago, after Piccolo blew it up. I know it’s real!”

Trying to make sense of it all, he focused again, fingertips to his temple. “Okay, maybe I can find someone. Anyone. Maybe Namek…”

But again, nothing.

He clenched his fists, teeth grinding.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me. Even Namek is gone? What is this?! What the hell is happening?!”

Then—everything clicked.

His eyes widened. His pupils shrank.

He heard Whees’s voice echo in his mind.

“They destroyed something very dear to me…”

His stomach turned. Pain gripped his chest.

“No… They didn’t. They… didn’t…”

But the truth was there, burning like fire inside him.

Even Namek.

Even Earth.

Everything.

They were gone.

His breathing became ragged. His rage swelled. He clutched his head, fighting back the scream.

“They erased my family… my friends… made Whees erase himself! Took away the only hope I had to bring anyone back!”

His voice exploded, wild with grief.

“WHY?!”

He fell to his knees again, fists trembling violently. The fury was building, bubbling over like lava in a volcano. His pain, his rage, his heartbreak—they collided.

And his Saiynn blood answered.

A roar tore from his lungs as a blinding light exploded around him.

Muscles bulged. Power surged. The air cracked. His eyebrows vanished in the familiar transformation. A majestic aura wrapped around him, radiating fury and vengeance.

Vegito had become something more.

Something terrible.

The ground beneath his feet cracked. His eyes were wild, burning with madness.

Then, with a voice loud enough to echo across stars, he screamed—

“I’LL KILL THEM! I’LL KILL THEM ALL!”

His voice boomed through the empty sky.

“No god will be safe… from this day forward!”

And in that moment… Ultra Vegito, the God Killer, was born.

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