I'll endure it until we can wish on the dragon balls to unfuse."
The half immortal fusion of Zamasu and Goku Black glanced back as he noticed a bright light coming from behind him. The two Saiyans, Goku and Vegeta, had fused into one.
"All right!" he shouted as he jumped up onto the ruins of the surrounding city.
"Who are you?"
"You became one, so we became one as well. I'm the fusion between Vegeta and Kakarot. Vegito! And this is… Vegito Blue!" the fusion yelled as he powered up into his Super Saiyan God form, his black hair turning blue as he was doused in a blue light.
It was time to end this fight once and for all…
"I think when I get back I'll go to the hot springs for awhile."
Some miles from Konoha, Sakura Haruno was on her way back home from a extended mission in the countryside. One of the small towns had recently lost their doctor to old age and had no replacement available to take his place. The town was so small, they had only needed one doctor, and the nurses were woefully under qualified, as she had come to find out. Being the only available medic, Sakura had to go out and help train the nurses and be an acting physician at least until they found a permanent solution. Thankfully, Sakura had been saved by a doctor from one of the larger towns closer to Konoha who was looking to have his own clinic. Having gone on this boring and tedious mission alone, there was no one with her to respond to dejected sigh.
It had been two years since the end of the Fourth Great Ninja War, and only two months since Sasuke had left Konoha after being banished for his crimes. A punishment most considered to be a slap on the wrist. Sakura was just relieved that was all he got. He'd been in prison before that, despite both her and Naruto's protests. Both of them made sure to visit him as regularly as they could. It had been hard to see Sasuke like that, caged up like he was some kind of animal. It still enraged Sakura just to think about.
When Sasuke left, Sakura had told him to drop them a letter or two at least once in awhile. She didn't actually expect him to write to her. Maybe to Naruto. She could only hope that once Naruto was Hokage, he could pardon Sasuke and let him come back. Of course, there was the matter of Sasuke wanting to come back in the first place, and Sakura had a distinct feeling that being banished worked fine for the Uchiha. She and Naruto could try to convince him to come back, but the kunoichi had her doubts he would go for it.
The sun was starting to hang low in the sky, and Sakura was debating whether or not to either camp out or head to the nearest town, Yuni, which was having a festival within the next couple days. If she went to Yuni, she might be hard pressed to find a hotel room, what with all the tourists coming in for the festivities. At the same time, however, she wasn't sure she wanted to camp out alone either. It wasn't as dangerous out here as it was in the Forest of Death, but Sakura wasn't eager to sleep with the various predators lurking in the forest at night.
"Yuni it is," she muttered to herself. She got two jumps in the direction of the town when a violent explosion not but a few meters from where she was knocked her out of the trees.
"Whoa!" she shrieked as she landed on the ground. Sakura looked about to determine where that had come from. Glancing up, Sakura could see the billowing smoke and a spark of alarm shot through her. It couldn't have been an attack though. They were too far from Yuni or any other town. Who would be setting off explosions all the way out here? Was it a test? Or a warning?
Curious, Sakura decided to investigate. After all, what if it was just an accident, and someone was hurt? It wouldn't hurt to check, and the medical kunoichi wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she just ignored someone in need when she could help.
Upon arrival, the first thing she noticed was that there were a few fires still going from the explosion. Sakura immediately went to work putting those out as best she could, stamping them out and smothering them with dirt. Once that was taken care of, she glanced toward the middle of the crater where she saw a man lying still. Cautiously, the kunoichi approached him, checking him over for any obvious injuries. He looked kind of young. Late twenties, maybe? Incredibly well built would have been an understatement with regards to his body. He looked like he was carved from stone. He wore a blue gi with an orange undershirt, white gloves, and white boots, but the most notable thing about him though was his hair. It was black, but it was shaped like a flame with two stray bangs hanging in front of his face.
Sakura sat down beside him a carefully began checking him over for injuries that might not be quite so visible. He had a few mild burns over his body but nothing major. Apparently he had hit his head at some point. Sakura couldn't help but wonder if he had caused the explosion or what? Was he a ninja? She was sure he wasn't a Konoha shinobi. The kunoichi was sure she would have remembered such a hairstyle. Well, she wasn't going to get any answers just staring at him. Gently, the medic placed a hand by his temple, a green glow emanating from it as she healed his head injury.
Sitting back a little, waiting was all the pink haired young woman could do until he came to, hands clenched into fists on her knees as she watched him. She tensed as he shifted suddenly, prepared for anything. He opened his eyes, and she noticed they were as black as his hair. Sakura opened her mouth to ask him if he was okay when he suddenly knocked her back, his hand on her throat, choking the life out of her and snarling. "Black!"
Gagging, Sakura clawed at his arm in an effort to get him to let go, kicking him, hitting him. She even put chakra into her strength to enhance as she struggled, but it was clear she wasn't affecting him in the slightest. His grip was so tight and unrelenting; she wasn't sure what was going to happen first: dying from lack of oxygen or a broken neck. Her eyes stung with tears as she realized this guy was about to kill her, and she could feel them streaming down her face, blurring her vision. She was starting to see black spots when, just as quickly as it had started, he let go of her.
Gasping and coughing violently, the kunoichi rolled over onto her stomach, attempting to crawl away from him. She finally managed to get on her hands and knees as she tried to steady her breathing. No doubt he left some bruises on her neck.
"Wh-what the hell?!" she rasped, looking back at him. Swallowing, she tried to catch her breath as she watched him clutch at his head. Sakura frowned, coughing a few more times before scooting away a bit more, putting some distance between them.
He glanced up at her again. This time, his eyes were a bit clearer she noticed. "I… thought you were someone else…" he explained lamely. "I was… fighting someone with that same hair color, and for a moment I thought… you were him."
"Oh… okay…" Sakura replied, not entirely sure how to respond. He had snarled something when he first grabbed her. Black? "Who are you?"
He looked her over, and she just stared back. "Vegito."
She nodded. Strange name, but then he was friends with someone whose name meant fish cake so… "I'm Sakura. Haruno Sakura."
"Hn." There was a pause, and Sakura was about to ask him another question when he beat her to the punch. "Where are we?"
"Um… we're in Fire Country, about 10 kilometers from Yuni. It's a small town nearby," she answered, not seeing any harm in telling him that. In fact, despite what had just happened a few seconds ago, Sakura got the vibe he wasn't about to harm her. That didn't mean, of course, that she was about to take her chances getting any closer.
Her answer didn't seem to clear up any of his confusion. Brows furrowed, he glanced downward in thought. "I've… never heard of Fire Country…"
Well, that surprised her. "Never heard of…? Where are you from?"
He was looking around now, as if that would somehow clear things up, but they were practically out in the middle of nowhere. "Not from around here, I can tell you that much."
Sakura sighed. Helpful "You said you were fighting someone. Did you win?"
"Don't know. I wanna say I did, but I can't be sure until I get back." Sakura raised an eyebrow at that but didn't get a chance to ask him about it. "How long was I out?"
"Not long, a few minutes maybe. You had hit your head somehow which I figured was why you were unconscious. I healed it for you."
"Ah," he nodded, feeling for any bumps, "thank you."
"You're welcome." She offered him a brilliant smile. Vegito hesitantly returned it.
"So, you're a healer?"
"I'm a medical shinobi, yes," Sakura answered with a nod.
"What about you? Are you a shinobi?"
Vegito shook his head. "No. I guess you could say I'm a martial artist though."
An awkward silence settled between them. Nothing about this man was adding up. He had apparently been in a fight, but there was no evidence around to suggest that. Not on him and certainly not on the ground, having been replaced by the large crater they were currently sitting in. The mild burns Sakura had found on his body were more likely from the explosion, but she couldn't be sure, and if he had been fighting someone, where were they now? Had they taken off?
"Well, I think I've bothered you long enough," Vegito said standing up. Sakura quickly followed suit.
"What about the guy you were fighting? Do you think he might come back for you?"
Vegito looked distant, as if trying to focus on something far away but was unable to do so. "I suppose it's possible, but unlikely."
"Oh…Where will you be going then?"
"I don't know. You said there was a town nearby?"
"I did. I was heading there just now when I found you. We can go together if you like."
He was surprised by her offer. "I just tried to choke you to death like two minutes ago."
Pink brows furrowed at him. "True, but you explained that you thought I was someone else. Yeah, you scared me, but that doesn't mean I can't be nice."
"Right, sorry… I think I'll take you up on that offer, if you don't mind."
Sakura nodded before taking off into the trees. Vegito followed her closely and easily, and Sakura wasn't sure what to make of that. Was he really just a martial artist? The kunoichi returned her attention to where she was going, casting her suspicions aside for the moment. At this pace, the trip wouldn't take too long. Sakura just wanted to get there before it got dark. The sooner they got there, the more likely a hotel would have a room for them.
"Oh, I, uh, forgot to mention." Sakura glanced back at her companion, looking rather sheepish. "Yuni is having a festival in a few days. It's a pretty big thing for them, and there's gonna be lot's of tourists coming in, so they may not have room for us."
Vegito looked incredulous for a moment. "Yeah, you could have mentioned that. What were you going to do if they didn't have room?"
"Camp out," she said with a shrug. "I will if it comes to that, but if there's a slight chance I can sleep in a regular bed rather than the cot I've been using for the last couple of months, I'm gonna take it."
"You've been sleeping in a cot for the past two months?"
"Yeah, I was on a mission to help out a village find a new doctor," Sakura explained. It wasn't like this had been some top secret mission, so she felt it was okay to tell him about it. Besides, she needed someone to complain to, and Ino wasn't here with her. "They didn't have a bed for me to sleep in, just a cot, and it wasn't a very comfortable one either."
Sakura made a face at the memory of waking up with back pain. She could hardly wait to get home to her own bed, or at least an actual bed. It didn't have to be hers.
Vegito chuckled at the look on her face but didn't say anything more as they continued on their way. When they arrived in town, it was clear the small village was getting ready for something. People were bustling all about, setting up decorations and setting up booths. The real festival didn't begin for a few days, but celebrations were already underway as the village was known for it's Summer Star Festival. Seeing it all made Sakura almost want to stay and enjoy the festivities, but Tsunade was waiting on her. It was best not to keep the Hokage waiting.
Vegito seemed to be enraptured by the ongoing hustle around them, so Sakura gently took his hand to garner his attention, only for a moment. "Here, let's try this one," she suggested over the noise, leading him to the first hotel.
The first three didn't have any rooms available, much to Sakura's dismay, but thankfully they hadn't given up because the last one did have one room left. There was one slight problem.
"That room has only one bed. Is that all right?" The woman at the desk asked.
"Eh?!" Sakura's eyes widened. She wasn't too keen on sharing a bed with a man she had only just met, but maybe she should have thought of that before inviting him along. Sakura had no one but herself to blame at this point. Giving the desk clerk a hopeful smile, Sakura tried to will the blush building on her face away. "Is there a couch in there or…?"
"I'm afraid not. The room is too small for anything else. It's usually for couples who just got married, if you know what I mean."
Sakura turned so red she just about matched her shirt. I'm an adult. I can do this without being childish. She told herself, hoping that doing so would somehow make it true.
"I… I don't mind… if you don't…" she said to Vegito. Her voice was so meek and quiet; Sakura wasn't sure he heard her.
He looked somewhat amused by her reaction which only served to make her mad. "It's fine. We'll make it work."
Sakura nodded before looking back at the desk clerk. After paying for the room and getting a key, the two of them made their way down the hall to the room. Once inside, the kunoichi went straight for the bathroom.
"I'm gonna go ahead and take a shower," she announced to him. "Do you need one?"
Vegito shook his head. "Nah, I'll just go ahead and get ready for bed."
Sakura nodded before closing the door behind her. Locking the door, she took her backpack off her shoulder to pull out what she needed. The moment she did, her heart dropped down past her stomach and into the soles of her feet.
In Fire Country, one had two sets of sleepwear. One for cold winters, and one for the incredibly hot summers. Sakura's summer sleepwear consisted of a camisole and a pair of shorts that could probably pass for underwear if she was so inclined. Summer nights could get unbearable in Fire Country, as Sakura knew all too well, having lived here her whole life, but that didn't exactly make her feel any better about walking out into a room wearing so little to sleep in the same bed with a man she barely knew.
"Oh, boy, Sakura, you've really done it this time," she muttered to herself. Mentally kicking herself for making such a reckless decision, she stripped off her regular clothes and jumped into the shower. Trying not to give herself too much time to think about what she was doing.
Vegito watched her as closed the door to the bathroom before stepping further into the room. His mind was still hazy on events leading up to the moment they met. Probably from when he hit his head, if the girl was to be believed. Which he did. He hadn't sensed a single lie from her since the moment he woke up.
He had no idea how he ended up in that crater though, and he had no idea how to get back. The last thing he remembered, coherently anyway, was that Final Kamehameha he had blasted Zamasu with. There were other images, but none of them made sense. He distinctly recalled the Omni King showing up, but the rest was too hazy. A side effect of having his head smacked, he assumed. Trunks was once again left to fight Zamasu on his own, if the damn bastard wasn't dead. Bulma was also there, and the thought of leaving the two of them along with the Supreme Kai and Gowasu to fight that half immortal bastard themselves made the fused Saiyan sick to his stomach. What could he do about it though? He was stuck.
The anxiety he felt over his wife and son was nothing compared to how he felt in this place. He couldn't sense anyone. No one. Not a single person, from Sakura to the hotel desk clerk, had a ki signature he could detect. They were alive and well, clearly, but he couldn't sense the energy in their bodies. He felt like he was just lost in a void. He'd have to rely on his other senses and keep his power in check, unsure how people, or more specifically, Sakura, might react to his strength.
The fusion stepped over to the bed and sat on the side so his back was to the bathroom. With a heavy sigh, he buried his gloved fingers into his spiked ebony hair. He wasn't sure what made him come here with Sakura. A distraction from his anxieties and the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach perhaps? His pride didn't want to consider the idea that he felt very lost and alone and being with her made him feel a little less so even as the lack of ki around him only magnified those feelings.
It was pretty amusing how embarrassed she had gotten over the idea of sharing a bed with him. He guessed she had never done such a thing before. Which wasn't too much of a surprise. She was young enough, but she was awful pretty. Not as well endowed as Bulma maybe, but she'd still give the blue haired genius a run for her money.
Dragging his hands down his face, he shook his head of his idle thoughts. Where had all that come from anyway? The one thing that did surprise him about her was how fast she had been able to travel. Granted he actually knew a few humans that could run faster than her. The thing was that she didn't look like she had that kind of strength or stamina, so it had surprised him. If he had been able to sense her ki, then maybe it wouldn't have surprised as much as it had… and since he had been foolish enough to keep up with her so easily, there was a good chance she was suspicious of him now.
With another sigh, Vegito began to undress, shaking off his thoughts. He placed his gloves on the desk in the room. It was more like a nightstand table really, but there was a chair tucked into it so he assumed it was a desk. Kicking off his boots, he left them under the same desk before removing his blue gi, leaving it on the chair. He kept his orange undershirt and boxers. He was just pulling back the covers to get into the bed-he was pretty sure this was a twin size, the bed was too fuckin' small-when he heard the door to the bathroom. He looked up and regretted it in an instant, though he kept it from showing on his face.
Sakura was dressed in a light pink camisole top and ridiculously short black bottoms. She looked rather embarrassed over her outfit, which Vegito found rather amusing. "This was all I had!" she blurted. "Nights in Fire Country can get really hot!"
Vegito snorted with amusement before he could stop himself, and he watched as the poor girl's entire body turned bright red. "Sorry," he apologized for laughing. "It's fine, though. I don't care."
His eyes were drawn to the dark marks on her neck. He realized belatedly that those were the bruises he had left on her from when he had nearly choked her to death. Sakura seemed to notice him staring at her neck.
"Oh, I completely forgot about those," she said, returning to the bathroom. The medic didn't bother to close the door as she looked over the marks and began to heal them. When she came back, they were gone. "There."
"Hn…" He paused, looking down at the bed before bringing his gaze back up to her. "I really am sorry for that. I thought you were somebody else, but that doesn't excuse what I did. I nearly killed you."
Sakura opened her mouth to tell him off since she had already forgiven him, but realized how sincere he was being so she bit her tongue. "It's okay. I've already forgiven you for it," she said softly, stepping over to the bed and climbing in. "You didn't kill me, and that's what matters. You managed to stop yourself."
Her back was turned to him, and Vegito sighed once more before following suit, his back also turned towards her. A comfortable silence settled between them, stretching for a few minutes before Sakura suddenly spoke up.
"Vegito… I know you said you weren't a shinobi. That you were a martial artist, but that isn't entirely true is it?"
He let out a sigh, and debated on telling her the whole truth. He sat up, resting his back against the headboard of the bed. Sakura rolled over to look at him, green eyes staring at him through the darkness.
"You want the whole truth?" he asked. She nodded, looking at him expectantly. Where was he supposed to begin? "What I told you was true, but you're right it wasn't the whole truth. I'm from… another world I guess you could say, if you can believe that. I was fighting someone who was trying to destroy my planet. It's a long story so I won't bore you with the finite details of it, but somehow I ended up in that crater and I don't remember how. My memories are a little hazy."
Sakura was quiet for a moment. "So you're from another dimension?"
"You don't sound surprised."
"Well…" Sakura smiled, looking rather sheepish as she tucked herself further into the bed, "just a couple years ago, we had this big war, and near the end, me and my teammates had to fight this woman who could traverse easily to a few different worlds."
"Why were you fighting her?"
Sakura sighed. "Long story short, she was trying to take over the world, turning all of humanity into her white zetsu puppet army. We sealed her away, though, so she won't be coming back."
The silence between them had become uncomfortable again. "Maybe we can find a way to get you back to your dimension. You're worried about your home right? Since you were in a fight to protect it?"
Vegito returned his gaze to her feeling somewhat apprehensive. "You think you can do that?"
"Well, I don't know if I can, per se, but I'll do what I can to help you, if you like."
"I… I'll think about it…"
"Okay," she said, settling for that answer as she rolled over. "Good night, Vegito."
"Good night, Sakura."
He settled back into the bed. Staring at nothing, his mind reeled with the conversation he just had with the girl lying just beside him. It was all kind of strange to think about, being in another world. It only made the anxiety in his stomach deepen, and he clenched his eyes shut as he tried to shove the thoughts of his son and wife being killed by Zamasu out of his head, only to have them replaced with another son and wife getting killed by Goku Black.
Vegito clenched his teeth in rage just knowing that one of those things had actually happened, even if he hadn't witnessed it personally, he could see it in his mind's eye. Goku Black had laughed at him when he told him the story, or rather, told Goku since he hadn't been fused at the time. Rubbing a hand over his face, he rolled over to look at Sakura. He wasn't going to get any sleep thinking about either of his wives and children and the potential peril they were in. There was nothing he could do about it.
The sweet artificial smell of strawberries wafted into his nose. Must be the shampoo she used, Vegito noted. He wrinkled his nose at it, but just past it he could catch faint whiffs her natural scent. Cherries. No surprise there. Sweet and subtle, it helped ease him into a peaceful and dreamless sleep.