With a creak, the tightly shut doors of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber flew open, and four ragged figures covered in strips of torn cloth strode out.
At the front were Son Goku and Vegeta, followed by their sons, Son Goten and Trunks.
After this long yet seemingly fleeting period of intense training, Son Goku had finally mastered the Fusion Technique completely.
The aura radiating from the four of them was on an entirely different level from before they entered.
The pure spiritual energy quietly surging through the air made one thing abundantly clear—they had become far, far stronger than before.
"Finally done?"
Vegeta smacked his lips, crossed his arms, and leaned against the wall, his usual cold arrogance written across his face.
Son Goku could not help laughing when he saw him like that.
"Heh, not bad, Vegeta. I really never thought you'd be the first one to suggest learning the Fusion Technique. When you first brought it up, you really gave me a shock, didn't you?"
"Shut up! Damn it! I actually had to use that ridiculously humiliating dance to fuse! I never would have imagined doing something like that! If things weren't like this right now, I wouldn't touch that crap even if you beat me to death! Once we take care of Majin Buu, nobody is ever allowed to mention this again! I must have been out of my mind to agree to something like this..."
"Hahaha."
Son Goku laughed even louder.
But Trunks and Goten, standing nearby, had stars in their eyes as they shouted excitedly.
"My dad's fused form, Vegito, is seriously awesome! I don't think it's embarrassing at all! Don't you agree, Goten? He's way stronger than the one we make when we fuse!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah! And he's absurdly powerful! Even if we