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"Is the Haki of our world also a form of Ki? It certainly enhances our strength in a similar way," Monkey D. Luffy mused, his eyes glued to the screen as he considered the possibilities.
"@Krillin, please! Could you teach us the secrets of Ki cultivation?" Duanmu Yan's request sparked an immediate firestorm of longing across the Wanjie Multiverse.
If they could master the art of Ki, could they adopt the power system of the Dragon Ball World? To the viewers, the disparity was clear: Master Roshi alone possessed enough raw power to dismantle their entire civilizations. For Armor Summoners like Duanmu Yan, Li Xinnan, and Li Haotian, the prospect was revolutionary. Even the legendary Kamen Riders—Tendou Souji, Kouta Kazuraba, and Shotaro Hidari—felt a surge of adrenaline. If they could harness Ki, their physical bodies would become the ultimate weapons, rendering their Armors and Rider Suits mere limiters.
Even the hosts of the Ultras—Daigo, Asuka, and Gamu—shared this silent hope. If their human forms could rival the strength of an Ultraman through Ki training, the need for transformation might vanish entirely. But everything hinged on one thing: obtaining the authentic methods of cultivation.
"I'm honestly not sure if our methods will translate to your worlds," Krillin replied, scratching his head. "@Master Roshi, what's your take on this?"
"It is worth a try," the Turtle Hermit responded calmly. "But for now, focus on the projection. We can discuss the nuances of training once the video concludes."
Master Roshi's willingness to help sent a wave of euphoria through the dimensions. From street-level brawlers to the peak experts of high-tier realms, everyone settled in with renewed intensity.
On screen, the battle intensified. After Akira (Son Goku) ascended to Super Saiyan, the demon Yakko unhinged his jaw and began devouring the radiant golden aura. The golden light flickered out, leaving Akira in his base form as the room plunged into darkness. The Supreme Kai quickly warned Gohan that Yakko fed on light; transforming was simply handing the monster a buffet of energy.
Gohan urged his father to fight in his normal state, offering to step in and finish the job together. Akira, however, gave a knowing smirk. "Stay back, Gohan. I've got this."
With the tactical insight of a seasoned warrior, Akira flared his Ki again, transforming back into a Super Saiyan. Yakko lunged, greedily inhaling the light, but Akira didn't stop. He pushed his Ki further, overloading the demon's capacity with a sudden, massive surge of energy. Unable to contain the sheer volume of Akira's power, Yakko bloated and violently exploded.
Nearby, Vegeta watched the remains of the demon settle, his eyes narrowed in a cold, calculating stare. The sheer density of the Ki Akira had just displayed was far beyond what he had anticipated.
"Akira's display of power here was the catalyst for Vegeta's next move," the narrator's voice boomed. "The pride of the Saiyan Prince has taken another heavy blow."
Across the worlds, viewers leaned in. What would Vegeta do to reclaim his standing? Meanwhile, Babidi was growing desperate. With two of his strongest fighters erased, he turned to his ultimate vanguard: Dabura.
"Confidence? I am the King of the Demon World," Dabura sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. "There isn't a soul in this universe who can force me to use my full strength."
As Dabura entered the arena, Gohan stepped forward as the third challenger. Vegeta couldn't help but scoff, noting that Gohan had slacked off on his training for seven years. While Akira and Vegeta had reached new heights, Gohan had remained stagnant. Gohan could only scratch his head, offering a sheepish grin.
When Dabura appeared, the Supreme Kai trembled in terror, but Akira and Vegeta remained unimpressed. To them, Dabura was just another obstacle—a sign that Babidi was scraping the bottom of the barrel.
The scene shifted momentarily to the World Martial Arts Tournament. Son Goten and Trunks, disguised as 'Mighty Mask,' were exposed by Android 18's sharp instincts and disqualified. 18, ever the pragmatist, struck a deal with Mr. Satan: the championship title for twenty million Zeni. After meeting Videl and hearing whispers of Babidi and the threat of Majin Buu, the two mischievous half-Saiyans decided to investigate the danger for themselves.
Back in the demon realm, Gohan and Dabura were locked in a fierce, high-speed stalemate.
"This battle proves a vital point," the narrator explained. "If Gohan hadn't been injured saving Vegeta during the Cell Games, even a Super Perfect Cell wouldn't have stood a chance. Even after seven years of peace and a significant drop in power, he can still trade blows with Dabura—a fighter whose strength rivals Cell's."
The narrator continued, "Vegeta was right; Gohan is a shadow of his former self. Had he maintained his training, Majin Buu would have been neutralized the moment he emerged."
"@Gohan, do you hear that? You've neglected your potential!" Piccolo called out, his voice a mix of frustration and mentorship. Akira nodded in agreement. "He's right, Gohan. You could have ended this before it even started."
"Enough, you two!" Chi-Chi's voice cut through the cross-world chat. "Gohan's dream is to be a great scholar, not a meathead brawler! Why must you always push him to fight?"
While Chi-Chi defended her son's path, the rest of the multiverse felt a pang of regret. Gohan had achieved Super Saiyan 2 at only nine years old. If he had trained for those seven years, the level of power he might have reached—perhaps even Super Saiyan 3—was staggering to contemplate.
Watching from his own timeline, the four-year-old Gohan looked at his sixteen-year-old self with a quiet understanding. He knew that in a world at peace, the urge to fight simply wasn't in his heart.