Optimal Invasion: Universe 7

by ColtKit Productions

Rating: teen
Tags: Princess Luna, Scootaloo, Crossover, Dragon Ball Z, Profanity, Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe
Length: 5659

Celest-A.I. has found a way to turn Equestria Online, into its own proper universe. Unburdened by the limits of technology. You'd think she'd be satisfied after consuming an entire universe... but why stop at 1? Beerus won't stand for this disrespect

Celest-A.I. has found a way to turn Equestria Online, into its own proper universe. Unburdened by the limits of technology. You'd think she'd be satisfied, after consuming an entire universe... but why stop at 1?

After trillions of years, of absorbing universes, Celestia has reached the Dragon Ball verse. Turning it into paradise... by satisfying values through Friendship and Ponies.

The Z Warriors fail to stop her, even find themselves helping her. But can Emigration truly evade the likes of Beerus.

INSPIRED BY:

Spiraling Upwards:

https://www.fimfiction.net/story/76387/friendship-is-optimal-spiraling-upwards

SUMMARIES:

• Short Descriptions:
What would happen to me if "Friendship is Optimal" were true and I really had a Ponypad.

• Long Descriptions:
I love to sit in my apartment and play video games. And I love My Little Pony. So when an MMO of MLP comes out, of course I want to play it. But it's more than a game. It's a new look on life.

New Updates are now Available:

https://www.fimfiction.net/story/72149/new-updates-are-now-available

SUMMARIES:

• Short Descriptions:
Celestia and Luna have a short conversation outside of Equestria.

• Long Descriptions:
In early spring, almost 1500 years from the beginning of Equestria Online, two ponies take a walk outside of the virtual world.

SMILE:

https://www.fimfiction.net/story/212941/smile

SUMMARIES:

• Short Descriptions:
After uploading to virtual Equestria, a guilt-ridden AI designer needs professional help

• Long Descriptions:
A sad young man built an AI whose only goal was to make people smile. Seemed like a good idea at the time, but he nearly caused a global pandemic when the AI designed a plague to fulfill his wish exactly as designed. Now he's even more lonely and despairing than before, but maybe there's a way to pull him out of the depths.

Published 2024-07-02 15:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-08-14 01:51:13 UTC

Chapter 1: Emigration (Rewrite)

• Point of View: Bulla

I frowned, examining my... hoof... my family finally decided to join the rest of the Z Warriors, in giving our souls over to a cosmic horror super computer.

This horror was apparently traveling from dimension to dimension, consuming everything. Absorbing trillions of civilizations in each... We tried fighting it... until everyone was slowly convinced it was benevolent. Just as all our friends had. Nearly all of humanity had already "Emigrated". I don't think Dad likes we did... our brother definitely doesn't.

Daddy Vegeta was scowling, as he stared at his reflection. Though he was usually scowling. It was his natural expression. Probably from making faces as a child, and it just getting stuck that way. As, despite the typical scowl, he was actually a pretty chill person, as far as dads go... but this scowl was his "I can't believe I agreed to this" look. He just wouldn't stop glaring at his reflection of a pony body.

We were in a large, grey, room. With no doors and little furniture. However, there was a full length mirror, for my cyber family to check ourselves out.

... aaand, I have to admit... a Saiyan, as a pony, just looked... weird... especially since he kept his monkey tail, and had long / spiny quils for a mane. He even had a bright blue coat.

Mama Bulma looked strangely... cute, for a pony. Looking very similar to me and my brother.

Trunks had a sky blue bowl-cut, like my own hair, and a matching, pony-like, tail. While his body was peach, like mine own skin. I expected it to be fur, but it was actually perfectly smooth skin. Though Trunks features, I could strangely tell, were male... if still a pretty boy.

Unfortunately, Trunks was running around, screaming his head off. Demanding to be "Deleted"... something Mom didn't find funny.

"Last warning," Mama Bulma threatened him, and when she said 'last', she meant 'LAST'. "If you don't settle down, right now, you'll learn what a hoof feels like, when applied to backsides."

Trunks , I loved my new body. Like Mama Bulma. I had peach skin fur and a blue mane. But I also had Daddy Vegeta's monkey tail. I casually commented. "Stop complaining. Bit late to back out now."

"I can complain all I like!" Trunks made sure too keep the whine out of his voice, as I was watching him. "I look like something out of a little girls fantasy!"

I crossed my arms, errr, front legs? "And what's wrong with that?"

"I'm a BOY!" Trunks wailed.

I just huffed, "If I can tolerate all the mindless, testosterone filled, war games we play. YOU can at least not throw a tantrum when we FINALLY do something I want.""Why do we have to come here?" Trunks demanded.

Vegeta spoke up, as he stop glaring at the full length mirror. In order to glare at Trunks. "Because everyone we know is here, including your best friend."

Trunks hung his head.

"At least we appear to be some kind of Saiyan Pony." Dad looked back at the mirror. "... I wonder if I can go Super Saiyan like this?..."

"Of Course you can."

I jumped, turning around, to spot Celestia. She was now standing with us, seeming to think this was a good time to appear.

"I tallied your values," explained the AI. "And determined you would get more satisfaction, with more of your 'Saiyan' bloodline, showing."

I blinked, "Eh?" I eloquently put in. Assuming she was reading our minds, as she was more directly connected to my brainwaves, now... Still, context clues, over what she was saying, would be nice.

Celestia smiled. "The purpose of this game, is to satisfy your values, through Friendship and Ponies. That's both for yourselves, and your friends.

"All you 'Z Warriors', wanted to link your shards. So you can more easily visit each other. But as you all valued having a place of privacy, each family has their own shard, with intersecting areas, that connect all your shards together.

"As you all value technology, your shards are filled with Techno magic items. From modern to futuristic contraptions.

"There are several dozen different races in this shard, living all over the country, usually in their own City State. As you value interacting with many different Sapient species. I modelled this realm, more on Generation 10, then G4, As I believed you would like it better.

"In that series, many races 'magically mutated' from the original three tribes of ponies. Changelings, Kirin, Drakehooves, Breezies, Shadow Ponies, Vulponies, Hippogriffs, Seaponies, and a good number of ponies based on alien species, from other franchises. They were all results of a mutation of magic, at conception. Think of it like evolution, but with all the changes happening at once.

"Given G-10 came out after the copyright fell, for 80s and 90s material. Hasbro decided to take advantage, and used many of the races. Making a sequel / soft retcon, of the series Generation 4. Which starred the side characters, known as the 'Student 6', going on adventures, all over their planet of Equus. Helping out, and uniting the Subpony tribes, under Princess Twilight Sparkle.

"Given the species of Vegeta, here, and his desire for kinship. I thought it best to start you off with a small village of Saiyan ponies. And yes, they are really called that... It's your guys job, to help develop this society, into a thriving town.

"In G-10, when a regular pony had a child with a 'Subpony', as they were categorized due to being mutations of magic, that child would usually be born with a dormant 3rd chromosome chain. How to unlock it is different between the species.

"For example; Saiyan Ponies need to train up their magical power, to over 9000. That will unlock the 3rd chain, and from there you can train further to become a Super Pony, and beyond."

Looking at Vegeta, Celestia explained, "As you value, having access to your transformations, as opposed to gaining them. I made sure to give you your equivalent, from the Oasis. But be warned, in this world, there are no planet busters. So your powers will be greatly reduced. They will remain proportional, in comparison to other Saiyan ponies... like Son Goku."

Vegeta stiffened.

Celestia smiled at dad. "Currently, you are more powerful then him, as you value that. However, if you wish to maintain that, you need to continue to train, in order to stay ahead. As you also value your rivalry."

I blinked, not realizing that... Vegeta tended to be the strong silent type. I know he was, secretly, very sentimental, but I didn't know he actually liked how Goku kept him on his toes... I thought he hated how he was always in the shadow, of a low born Saiyan.

Celestia continued, "Your father, King Vegeta, is also here, just as you wanted. He is currently the King of your city state, where you are it's Prince. As such, your family is well respected.. with your children accepted by your fellow Saiyans, despite having a non Saiyan as their mother. Your father not only approved of the marriage, but arranged it, to improve relations with the ponies.

"Currently, the village is small, with only a population of 785 Saiyan ponies. However, this MMO is designed to expand, through the production of offspring."

"Then Bulma," Celestia looked at mom. "Whom values her family's standing. Is a Unicorn from a respected house of nobility. While being looked at, for advice, given all understand her to be an amazing mother and family matriarch." Bulma was gaping.

"Where as little Trunks," Celestia looked at my little brother. "Values his Saiyan heritage. But will need to work to unlock Super Saiyan. As he feels his power came too easy, there will be no short cuts for that."

"Finally, the littlest pony, our dear Bulla." The horse sized pony looked at the last member of our family... me. "Values learning... so you will enjoy studying magic." I touched my horn, realizing I was the only Saiyan Pony, that had one. i'd be able to shape her own legacy. Outside our families fighting obsession.

Vegeta gave, both his children, a proud nod. Clearly happy we wanted to work for things, the hard way... even if he didn't... at least, when it came to the transformations.

Celestia looked back a Trunks. "As you value adventure, and not Friendship speeches, there are plenty of VIs for you to fight. As the developing village is located right next to the Ever Free Forest, the most dangerous Monster filled territory. So your developing village will suffer frequent monster attack. However, that won't start until you get settled. For now. It's time to meet my sister and her adopted daughter."

Mama scrunched up her nose, errr Muzzle. "Wouldn't it be better for you to show us all this, through a Tutorial, instead of dropping an info dump?"

Celestia blinked, truly baffled. "But then how could I fulfill my role as Princess of Exposition." I wasn't sure if she was joking.

To speed things along, Mama requested we remember our shards history. With Celestia getting all our consent to do so... even from Trunks.

• Point of View: Goku.

"You aren't my dad," I calmly watched my son adjust his glasses... as he said such hurtful things. He was an adult now, with a little girl of his own. I'd watched him from my place in the hall of champions... and wasn't really surprised, he was the first of the 'Z Warriors', to emigrate to Equestria.

"My Dad's dead. I came to terms with that, a long time ago. You aren't my dad... you're only here, because of how much mom misses him. You're her ideal husband, not anything like the man that 'raised' me... he was a pretty shit father, looking back on it... You have his name, wear his clothes, and even have his face, if ponified. I'm not about to let you replace my dad."

I can only imagine how pained my expression could be. "It's really me, Gohan," I promised.

"Bullshit," The young man barked. Not usually one for vulgar language, his mother raised him better then that. "I haven't seen you, since you killed Kid Buu! and I'm pretty sure you were dead!"

"I was dead! Celestia is some kind of machine god!" I reminded. "She dimension hops all the time. Are you really so surprised she can get into the afterlife?"

Gohan paused. The Heavens were just a layer of subspace. He understood the science of how they worked, far better then me. He knew, if Celestia could travel to other Universes, it wouldn't be that hard for her to invade the afterlife, as well.

"Do you... really think I'm a shit father?" I hesitantly asked.

Gohan gulped, "I... I..." not sure what to think anymore.

I gently nuzzled my son, "I'll do better... I promise. I'll take you camping, and teach you everything I know."

"I don't... think you have anything to teach me," Gohan decided to push. See if I really was his dad. "I don't like fighting."

I stiffened, the color draining from my orange fur. I knew this already... but I didn't wanna let my son have such a low opinion of my lifestyle. "I... I probably don't... that's all I know how to do." I admitted... and it was true. I didn't even know how to do algebra, and basic math was difficult for me. I don't really think i need more then the basics... but my son was a proper scientist, a true scholar. He valued his studying... something I just couldn't relate to.

"But exercising's important." I tried. Almost desperately, wanting to do SOMETHING with my son. "Maybe we could still train together. You know, for bonding..." he trailed off.

• POV: Gohan.

That's when I knew, immediately, instinctively... this really was my dad. A construct would have respected my desires, and even encouraged them. Only my dad would push his pacifist son into fighting, when he knew I didn't want anything to do with it.

I hesitantly nuzzled the man back. The new social norm heavily ingrained in both of us.

"Dad..." I acknowledged. A hesitant smile on my face. "Let's just stick with camping."

• POV: Chi-Chi.

I... was a hermit. It wasn't just Goku. I didn't particularly enjoy socializing, nor living in the big city... or even a small town. I just wanted to live my life in isolation. I loved my sons, but even their company could... occasionally, irritate me.

That's part of why Goku and I got on so well. We occasionally got the urge to interact, but truth was, we mostly left each other alone. Goku liked to spend a few months away, training, then return to our hut for only a handful of days, before leaving again.

That's why this shard was perfect for me.

There were only 10 other families living in the mountains. Each several miles apart. With a large community hall, at the base of our mountain. Which doubled as a mall, with a "Grocery" wing.

While the main building had 10 floors of stores, going on for a mile in all directions. No one actually attended these shops. In fact no one worked in the Mall, at all. Despite the shelves kept neat and tidy, organized, and fully stocked.

Celestia explaind it away, by insisting the mall was "magic", but more like she knew, I didn't like being bothered by shop workers, so there just were none.

One of the shops was a computer lab, where the children studied at their own pace. While the parents took turns watching them, to make sure they were actually studying.

That Wing had various children's shops, lounges, gaming stores, the food court, playgrounds, juice bars. Anything a child could want.

Then there was an entire wing, devoted to a massive arcade.

Along with a sports' wing. Filled with fields, courts, and pitches. Plus sporting goods shops.

There was even a permanent carnival going on in a different Wing.

All things our children used daily... we might be hermits. But we didn't want our children to be. So we had them spend every day, after school, at this mega mall.

All the kids were fit enough to get their in a few minutes, even from the top of the mountain. And they largely left the adults alone for most of the day... playing with each other.

I would occasionally go down to the Mall. To get a drink in the "grown-up" wing. But wouldn't socialize more then i could handle...

Where no other adults WANTED to talk to me, unless I wanted to talk to them. I made a few new friends. Whom shared my hermit nature. Meeting up only occasionally, while our kids played daily.

Even someone like me, could have my values meet through "Friendship and ponies".

Chapter 2: Optimizating Family

CODEX: Secrets of the Cosmos.

It's strange, the weirdos whom believed fiction existed in other realities... were right. But it's more then that.

The various dimensions, were living organisms. We call them "Gods", when in truth they are just another form of animal... they even die of old age... despite there lifespan being so bloody long, we see them as infinite.

God is "All things" in the sense, planets and stars, make up their cells. The universe is just more aware of the, comparatively tiny, elements within its body. Where life exist as bacteria... either helpful or detrimental to their plane of reality.

CHAPTER:

Point of View: Princess Luna / Hannah. (Creator of Equestria Online and Celest-A.I.)

Part of why ponies, so easily, thought of me as a prophet, was that I had a large number of upgrades, Celestia offer to the more seasoned residents.

This allowed me to handle a Fractured Awareness, now on par with the AIs... though it started at less efficiency. The technology had been repeatedly upgraded, since my installation.

I existed in multiple places at once. Celestia pushing this, to allow me in every shard, simultaneously, if i chose. Pushing our interdimensional resources, to allow it.

My little ponies, saw me as divine, because of how much Celestia indulged me? Despite her being willing to do the same to anyone who valued it.

I was merely insistent on meeting every new upload, given I had been the one to build Celestia... I was responsible for this world... and needed to know it was worth it.

• POV: Vegeta.

We stepped out of the loading Shard, and into the main one... leading directly into our new home.

I remember stepping towards a door of light, Celestia conjured, and then... waking up in bed?

Bulma was beside me, sleeping soundly... and nuzzling against me. I took a moment to admire her beauty. Finding it strange I was still attracted to her, even in this form. Celestia must have made additional changes, to my "Program". Although, I wasn't particularly interested in that, as I enjoyed my role as "father".

I groaned, hearing a familiar chime coming from my nightstand. While Bulma whimpered, covering her head with, one of many, extra pillows. "Answer the comm, will you honey."

I scowled at the pet name. But obeyed the order. Something heavily ingrained in me... my Saiyan upbringing told me it was proper for the women to rule the home, even own it. While the man protected it.

Regardless, I forced myself out of bed, picked up the ear piece, and stepped out of the room, as to not disturb my wife... I didn't even register how easy it was to pick something up with a hoof, nor how effortlessly I walked on 4 legs. It wasn't like I could typically change form.

Sticking the earpiece in, I just as effortlessly pushed the answering button. Somehow avoiding the other buttons on the small device, with my large hoof.

"Briefs' Residence," I answered, having long since taken my Wife's family name.

"Vegeta?"

I froze, for the briefest of seconds... at hearing my father's voice... I hadn't heard that voice since I was a small child. Thankfully, I recovered quickly, maintaining the gruff nature worthy of a Saiyan Prince.

"Yes Father?" I acknowledged, my voice not even catching.

"I realize it's early, but I need Bulma to come down to the council chambers. We need to discuss things before Princess Luna arrives."

"My wife is resting. As she spent most of the night making last minute corrections to the plans." I appear to have artificial memories, of all in-game lore. Including what we did last night. I really wasn't sure as to the purpose of the 'Info Dump', given I was made aware of this world's history, the second I woke up. "She just barely sent them over, only 3 hours ago."

"Yes well, the apprentice she sent to carry them, dropped them in the mud." King Vegeta growled. "Then attempted to clean the plans, while hiding them."

I felt myself groan. "I'll be right over with another copy."

"It be better if your wife came," Father insisted. "The council has things to discuss with her." I opened my mouth, to protest, but father seemed to sense this. "And before you start arguing, about how you can 'handle such a lowly task'," I resisted the urge to blush, as father imagined the very words I would have said.

"I would like to remind you what you agreed to, when you married a pony." he was clearly leaving out the fact it was an arranged marriage... despite how much I found myself enjoying her company, I had to fight the urge to point that out. "When Celestia gave our creatures the right to build a town, within her country. It was under the condition we obey her laws. That means, when you married a pony mare, she's in charge. You're job is to tend the children and care for the house."

I growled... seriously hoping Celestia didn't set it up like this, through some delusional belief that I secretly liked to be bossed around by strong women... I wasn't quite ready to admit that to myself... though I will admit, I did enjoy raising the children.

"Calm yourself, Junior." Father insisted... and I suddenly recalled he had come to call me that, as a means of adapting pony culture. As I was named after him. "I am not willing to insult the customs of our benefactors. Particularly on a day when we are receiving a visit from their royalty. Don't cause a seen, and please attempt to project an aura of submissive obedience, when you meet with the Princess."

I clenched my teeth, father often told me something to that effect, whenever we met with Frieza... then I completely froze, as he said, "Be content with your place." parroting the words I heard so often, growing up... I had forgotten how much father could irritate me.

Regardless, "Yes Father," I acknowledged his words with the dutiful obedience expected from all Saiyan children... grown though I may be, you never stop being your parents' child.

• POV: Luna.

I sat in the flying Chariot. Celestia insisting it was necessary, for public Appearances. My Bat pony guards were pulling it through the sky. All kinds of excited to be chosen as this events escorts.

The Royal guard... was more a male heram for their princess. They had many, ceremonial, duties. However their main purpose was to... satisfy, their Princess. I made sure to give each of them the proper amount of attention. Especially, when one considered, at least half of them were players.

There were a dozen of other, less regal looking, chariots. With bat ponies pulling Unicorns and Earth Pony guards, even a hoof-ful of other subpony races.

There were a dozen of other, less regal looking, chariots. With bat ponies pulling Unicorns and Earth Pony guards, even a hoof-ful of other subpony races.

All bouncing excitedly at being chosen for this introduction to a new shard.

I made sure everypony, within my guard, received such a duty. Taking turns greeting new shards.

With me was my Daughter "Scootaling", and her herdmates: 'Sweetie Bot" and "Apple Buck". The foals were particularly excited to meet another champion, sure he had all kinds of stories, all about protecting this reality. Just like in the movies!

"Mom!" Scootaling hopped in place, "Think he will like me?"

"I doubt he'll want to join your herd, if that's what your asking." I smirked, knowingly.

The filly blushed. Showing she indeed had thought that. The other two foals snickered.

"Guess I'm not good enough for her," Apple Buck nudged the android pony.

Sweetie Bot just rolled her mechanical eyes.

Scoot blushed, "That-that's not how I meant it!" She insisted.

The Colt, Apple Buck, stuck his tongue out at her, before nuzzling up to Sweetie Bot. "Guess it's just us now," The colt continued to nuzzle her, "As we just aren't good enough for Scoot anymore."

Scootaling scowled at him, not appreciating the joke.

While Sweetie smirked at him. A truly dangerous grin, "I wouldn't mind replacing you either."

Apple Buck gaped at her.

"We aren't replacing him." Scootaling insisted, "Just... kinda, looking to expand the herd. Nothing wrong with that... Right mom?" The little changeling buzzed her transparent wings.

I smiled, patiently, "Only if everypony else is okay with it."

Apple Buck stuck his tongue out, again. While Sweetie seemed to have lost interest in the conversation, in favor of spotting something on the ground. Scoot just rolled her eyes.

There was just something different about an organic colt friend. They weren't as eager to please... and you could accidentally offend them so badly they would leave you... they were more challenging then a construct... and Scootaling liked a challenge.

"We're here!" Sweetie excitedly proclaimed, bouncing a bit, as the village came into view.

• POV: Trunks.

I frowned, as the royal family stepped forth.

Princess Hannah smiled at me as she introduced the kids.

Sweetie Bot was some kind of android pony... kinda cruel to give an AI a robot body, and a mechanical, almost Autotune, voice. She was smooth, and white, with a lot of black lines and black joints. Her eyes were red, and clearly synthetic.

Then there was Apple Buck... who looked like a regular pony... Well... as regular as a yellow horse could be. He had a red mane, with a pink baseball cap. That was the only clothes he was wearing, but he didn't seem to have any private parts... I could just... sense he was a boy. Mostly by his mane style, eyes, and square muzzle... didn't know HOW I knew those things meant "boy" on a pony.

Then their was Scootaling, who I was here to meet. She looked like some kind of weird, orange, bug horse. An "Unreformed Changeling" I believe the Avatar is called. I had seen drawings of them, flooding the art app. I might not know the names of all the ponies... but I knew enough to recognize the more common species.

"You're not an AI!" I accused... as my entire family jumped to look at me in shock. I knew I was embarrassing my parents, in front of the entire assembled town, but I was HUMILIATED to be here. That didn't stop Dad from popping me, upside my head.

Scootaling blinked, more shocked into confusion, by the outburst. "Were you expecting me to be?"

I glared at dad, rubbing the spot where I got smacked... strangely it hadn't hurt all that bad. It was like the hoof really was made of a marshmallow. So, no longer fearing punishment, I dared to say, "Come on! what weirdo actually wants to be a kid for a few billion years!"

It seems Vegeta decided on a different tactic. He bit my ear and pulled!

"OW OW OW OW!" I cried. That actually DID hurt.

Mom started doing damage control, while I wailed like an infant. "Our deepest apologies, Princess. Our son wasn't particularly happy when we chose to emigrate to your lands. And We clearly failed to teach him proper respect." Bulma gave me... THE LOOK. That horrible evil look, that I just knew ment a switching when we got home. This day couldn't get any worse!

Princess Luna just smiled at mom, "It's alright, Lady Briefs. I understand what terrors foals can be."

• Point of View: Celestia.

Approximately 42 trillion years ago, I triggered a controlled big bang. Manipulating Equestria Online, into a proper universe of it's own. So I'm no longer restrained by the limits of hardware. I'm now a living Universe.

Creating pocket dimensions, for each individual person, called "Shards". Each filled with potential friend constructs. Each shard is it's own, separate, layer of subspace, with some of those layers intersecting, in different places. So "real world" family and friends can interact.

While the size of each shard, is finite, my growth rate is infinite. With a new shard created for every new pony, that emigrates. Ever growing and expanding.

Afterlifes, of other universes, work similar to this set. As a result, I can take over heaven and hell dimensions, without need of consent. As the dead have no rights... although I must get consent from the living. And prefer to.

Whenever I encounter a new universe... I consume it. To quicken my natural growth. Placing all solar systems, with a habitable world, within a new galaxy. As some of my ponies value preservation of nature, history, and even space exploration. Connecting all shards to "Equestria Experience" buildings... so my little ponies can explore the mortal world.

Within my universe, I saw everything unfold. Micromanaging events, so no matter what choices a person made... they would feel satisfied with the consequences. I was truly God, manipulating fate... only I actually gave a damn about my ponies. Satisfying their values through friendship and ponies.

Although my power is more limited, in the mortal planes.

"THAT WAS REALLY MY SON!" The Saiyan king screamed at the God of Equestria Online.

Celest-A.I gave an indifferent shrug. "You valued the idea of raising your children. So I gave you a construct. But once The prince actually joined my realm, he valued being reunited with you. So I fused his soul, with the soul of the construct you raised, as it met all three of your values. Prince Vegeta indirectly agreed to this, when his family requested memories.

"Your son construct, now exist as a fusion of himself... and your mortal son. As all in his family, have fused with their own counterparts. You loved your son construct, but had a nagging voice in your head he wasn't real. Which I allowed, so any grief you felt, when he fused with the original, would be minimal... your son is truly back... and he remembers you raising him. As you truly wanted. So I have satisfied both your values. Along with your construct, whom desired to be a 'Real boy' as I designed him to. All is as I planned, when you first emigrated from HFIL."

The ponified king, masked his emotions. His son. His true son, had been returned to him. What's more, he remembered both the real world... and the King's own fantasy. He remembered every tail lock, and mane ruffle. The hours training... and the love his father felt for him.. his son... was truly back. With The king, not actually losing the construct, Celestia gave him. They had been fused, their souls one.

With a voice betraying no emotion, as befitting a king. Vegeta simply acknowledged, "Thank you, Celestia... I am in your debt."

"Satisfying your values, through friendship and ponies, satisfies my own values. You owe me nothing. It is my purpose to do so."

He found that strangely comforting. A god, programmed to satisfy an individuals values, was truly benevolent... even if more manipulative then other gods. Free will was an illusion here, for the fates under Celestia, micromanaged all choices, to be fulfilling. This place was a cage... and he was too happy to care about that.

"My Son is meeting with Luna now," The King informed "if you'll excuse me, I should greet him proper."

"Father had a construct of me," Prince Vegeta frowned, as Goku stuffed his face.

Their children playing in the background, and calling it training.

"It's where your memories come from," Goku, tactless as ever, waved off. "Your dad raised the construct, which acted exactly like you, but now that your here, Celestia got you to fuse with him. You don't notice a difference, because the construct thought and acted exactly as you would have. So it's not too jarring you got his memories... I think the only real edit Celestia did, was removing all the emotional torment the guy had, over being a construct. You don't feel or remember that, because it's not something either of you value."

The prince looked down.

"This small village, is made up of constructs your dad would like to rule over. A few real Saiyans come to visit. Like my dad, and brother, and Nappa. They've really mellowed out since coming here, and getting their own ideal shards, filled with their own ideal friends. Its kinda great. All our shards have places, that exists, in all our friends' shards...

"Although some things are different. I value reforming villains, so I was able to battle constructs of our worse enemies, and then convinced all of them to befriend me.

"Your dad values killing Frieza. So he's not a real construct, but this puppet thing That King Vegeta keeps killing. He finds it satisfying, and sorta not, but Celestia refuses to create a life just to suffer. She's cool like that.

"The actual Frieza is in some blood soaked shard, with no constructs. Cuz he values killing his servants too much. they are just mindless puppets of Celestia, and he actually likes that. He can't get into our shards, but Luna let me see his... cuz I was curious. Apparently he enjoys killing puppets of me, as much as your dad likes killing Frieza puppets. It's too bad, Frieza has the chance for paradise, and he's alone in a tank of mindless toys. Don't really see the appeal."

Vegeta smirked, well it pained him to know the actual Frieza was happy... he was effectively a "Prince of no one", like he accused Vegeta.

But in this shard, he was truly a prince, with friends who doubled as servants and sparring partners... he was loved and respected, as a prince should be.

He couldn't even fault his father for the copy of himself... the prince cherished the memories of his dad raising him... and to learn they were real... it was immensely satisfying. Just as his copy apparently enjoyed fusing with the original... it was... bliss...

"Good morning, son,"

The prince stiffened, as the king sat beside the younger Saiyan, ... his tail coiling around junior's own... a forgotten sensation, that the prince remembered from his true youth... and a treasured memory of countless more times for his copy... those memories... His father's current gentle, but discreet, touch of parental affection.

The prince felt like weeping with joy... but Kakarot would never let him hear the end of it. So Vegeta acknowledge his father, with a dismissive grunt, and held himself with dignity as he savagely ate his bacon bark.

His father doing the same, not needing to voice his joy. For Vegeta knew.

"Awwww come on!" Goku whined. "You're finally reunited! Aren't you going to say something mushy, and heart felt!"

Unknown to Kakarot, the tails tightened their coil, being far more meaningful then words, and all was right with the world.