Summary: When Vegeta & Goku start becoming violent they ask Whis about the possible cause only to find their universe is colliding into another, and only one universe can exist. Goku and Vegeta's actions will help decide which universe disappears, and which sticks around. Though the decision isn't so cut and dry because they have family in both...

INTRO: Merging Emotions

Vegeta was in the middle of a rather intense training session, and while he did on many occasions train with his son. Trunks was not apart of this particular session. Vegeta just couldn't fight at his fullest with Trunks in the room. Partly because he couldn't turn the gravity up as high, but also because he was just a child after all. Though, he did prefer training with his son to training alone, not that he would admit that. However, he always felt a sense of pride and accomplishment when Trunk's strength or speed would increase enough to notice. Or when Trunks would master a new technique they had been working on.

However, Trunk's love for training seem to change as often as the wind. One day he couldn't wait for them to get in the gravity room and begin sparring, and the next he was flying somewhere with Goten to look at bugs or some shit that was magically more important than training. Seriously... what fuck was more important or more interesting than training?

He often assumed this was the boy's human half, and thus he shrugged it off and accepted it. Forcing Trunks to train would in all likelihood make him hate training altogether (he had seen this happen when Bulma tried to make Trunks do homework). Which was why he assumed the boy couldn't behave in a normal class room. Which was why Bulma had gotten Trunks to be home schooled so that he was the only student the teacher had to focus on, and thus kept him on task. But the boy got only average grades. Not because he wasn't intelligent, but because he hated school. Why did he hate school? Because his Mother would make him go.

He had suggested to Bulma that she should lay off and let Trunks study when he wanted to and what he wanted to. Though she said this couldn't happen because apparently their was some law on this planet about not sending kids to school, and that was why Bulma made him go. Which he found ridiculous. But at least she wasn't as crazy about it as Kakarot's wife.

So let's recap. Bulma made Trunks go to school, thus Trunks hated school. So he was sure if he made Trunks train, he would grow to hate training.

And to be honest. The mere thought that Trunks might one day hate training killed him inside. Growing stronger, fighting, being the best! This was what a saiyan was. It was the pinnacle of what they are, and the idea that Trunks might one day come to hate such a large part of his being... He didn't like thinking about it. So he didn't make him train, and today was one of the days Trunks had found something better to do. Thus Vegeta was in the gravity room alone.

Well... not completely alone...

Bulma had stopped to watch him through the window she had installed on the room so she could check and make sure Vegeta didn't knock himself out or something. But today she was just watching for the sake of watching. She couldn't imagine what being a saiyan must be like. To be so strong... To move so fast that her human eyes couldn't see. Sometimes she would pass this window and find Vegeta was missing all together. But if the gravity was on she knew he was in there. Vegeta stopped suddenly in the middle of the floor coming into view once again. He seemed to be taking a breather. She checked the gravity number, and it was his highest yet...

Hitting a few keys on the button pad outside, she turned off the gravity. Vegeta instantly felt the weight decrease and he looked up seeing the electronic door open and Bulma came in with a glass of water. She had done this more times than he could count, and he was always happy to see her because she seemed to know exactly when he could use a break to get something to drink. But today... something about her presence annoyed him. He couldn't place it, but... he was upset with her. Why?

He wasn't sure. She walked in her face bright and smiling. "You sure looked like you were training hard," she said holding out the bottle to him.

"You think I wouldn't train hard?" he snapped defensively.

"Uh... no. I'm sure you always do," she said looking rather confused at his apprehension. "Vegeta? Are you alright?"

"Of course," he snapped.

"... Okay. I just thought... maybe..."

He took a few gulps of the water eyeing her. Seriously what did she want?

"What?" he snapped.

"I thought you could use a little break," she answered. Her confused look not waning in the slightest. "Trunks isn't going to be back until this afternoon and I had my maids cook up a large dinner. It's waiting upstairs, so I thought—"

"Do I look like I'm done training?" he spat frowning. Did this woman not realize how important training was to him?

"Um... no. But..."

Vegeta threw the now empty water bottle at her feet. "How about next time you don't interrupt me with foolishness. If I want water I'll tell you to bring it to me. If I get hungry I'll tell you to cook something. Now get out and don't interrupt me again."

Now she looked angry. But why should she be angry? He's the one who should be angry. She interrupted him. Not the other way around.

"FINE!" she snapped. "I won't disturb the mighty Prince again!"

She grabbed the water bottle and turned storming to the exit.

"And turn the gravity back up while you're at it!"

The door closed behind her and he felt the gravity come on once again. He resumed his training, but... after a few minutes. He no longer felt angry. In fact, he found himself wondering why he had even got upset before. Bulma had done what she did today hundreds of times and he had never been upset with her about this before. Well to be honest. He never really got upset with Bulma. About anything...

He started feeling a bit guilty. Another pesky feeling he would not admit to having, but it was there eating a hole in his stomach to the point he could ignore it no longer. He left the gravity room and went upstairs to find Bulma eating the dinner she had mentioned alone...

"Room for one more?" he asked.

"Hmph!" she turned her head, but after a second she opened one eye smiling. "No sense letting it go to waste, besides. I can't eat this much by myself anyway..."

Vegeta took his usual seat, and they had a decent dinner despite what had occurred a few minutes ago. Unknown to Vegeta, this was the smallest of many outbursts of anger to come...

"Phew!" Goku leaned back in his chair after eating Chichi's delicious breakfast. "Thanks Chichi!"

"Well, I'll clean this up. So you go back to the field," she said. "The crops will need watering."

"Awww... they're fine for today," Goku said frowning. "I'll water them tomorrow..."

"Goku, I don't know how many times I have to explain this to you," Chichi sighed. "You have to water the crops everyday or they won't grow."

Goten was still eating. Unlike Goku, and very much like Gohan, he had been taught to eat slowly. More at the pace humans would eat. So he wasn't finished yet, but he looked up at his Mother's scolding tone.

"They'll be fine every other day, c'mon Chichi. I wanted to train today."

"So training is more important to you than our families' livelihood?" she snapped. "After repairing our house when you destroyed it, and after setting aside some for Goten's future education. We have hardly any left! Do you want your child to starve!"

"He's not going to starve Chichi I know how to hunt," he explained. "Wait, scratch that. Goten knows how to hunt. Gohan and I taught him."

But that didn't help anything because Chichi then launched into a tirade about how normal people bought their food from stores, and that Goten studied very hard and he deserved a store bought meal now and then. Which confused Goku, but he thought it best not to argue. Chichi had started getting that vein in her head that told him she had reached her max limit of his stupidity.

So he left and watered the crops like Chichi wanted him to do, which took Goku much longer than it should have. Mostly because Goku would get distracted or overly bored, and thus he would start training. Honestly he could probably have finished all his work in a half hour if he just got right on it, but he never did...

While he was training (instead of working) he found himself getting rather upset. Why did Chichi always get to decide what he did? Why did she always make him work when he just wanted to train? What was wrong with hunting for food? He had done that most of his childhood. They had lived off the food he hunted for the better part of Gohan's childhood as well. The only time they really needed money before was when Chichi wanted to buy Gohan school supplies, and she got that money from her Dad. He didn't understand what was so important about money anyway.

His mood progressively got worse when as he flew home and when he walked in the door to find Chichi folding clothes. He wasn't sure why but she upset him, and he even recalled thinking the word, filthy.

"Goku," Chichi said getting to her feet. She had washed one of Goku's suits. The clothes she would make him wear whenever she felt his gi wasn't nice enough for certain events. "Since Goten is getting older and since Pan is here now, I thought we could all get a family photo taken. We haven't had one with everyone together since Pan was born. I already called Videl and set a date. Go ahead and try this on and make sure it still fits."

"I'm not wearing that," he stated rather abruptly.

"Don't be silly, of course you are," she said holding it up to him. "Hhmm... I think your muscles might have gotten bigger... I may have to let the sleeves out a little bit..."

"I said I'm not wearing it!" he ripped it out of her hands throwing it onto the ground before he turned away from her heading towards the kitchen.

"GOKU!" Chichi snapped picking the suit up off the floor and wiping imaginary dust from it. "That was very rude! Your lucky Goten's out with Trunks right now. If you had done that in front of him I—"

Goku, who had already been at the fridge, used instant transmission to appear inches from her. "You what?" Goku asked quite harshly.

Chichi gasped from the shock of his sudden appearance and dropped the suit herself. She blinked staring at him looking rather scared, and Goku felt his heart sink suddenly. Why had he... Why would he...

"Chichi," he said frowning. He knelt down picking up the suit himself. "Sorry. Really... I'll wear it."

"..." she frowned. "Goku..."

He glanced up at her.

"Are you okay?" Chichi asked reaching up she felt his forehead. "Are you sick?"

He frowned thinking about how angry he had been a few minutes ago, and back when he was working out in the field. That wasn't like him... he just didn't get angry at these sorts of things. Maybe... he was getting sick...

AN: Thanks for reading another one of my stories.