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"Could it be...?" Krillin's voice trembled, a cold sweat breaking across his brow. "Is it possible Goku's hidden power is actually Super Saiyan 3?"
"No way," Zhang Chulan chid in from the Under One Person world, scratching his head in disbelief. "According to the logic of these multiverse videos, a new transformation usually only makes its grand debut during the absolute climax of the final battle, right? It doesn't make sense to reveal it now."
Sengoku, the forr Fleet Admiral, adjusted his glasses while observing the screen with a tactical gaze. "Regardless of whether he can reach a third stage, one thing is undeniable: Son Goku has been suppressing his true Ki this entire ti. The depth of his energy is still masked."
Garp let out a boisterous laugh, though his eyes remained sharp and focused. "So he was holding back during that brutal scrap with Vegeta? I wonder just how deep his reservoir actually goes. That boy is a bottomless pit of potential."
"Impossible!" Vegeta's roar echoed from within Babidi's spaceship. His face was a mask of pure fury, his veins bulging like thick cords as he stared at the projection. To the Saiyan Prince, the re suggestion was a soul-crushing insult. He had sacrificed his pride and sold his soul for a Majin power boost just to stand on equal footing with Kakarot. The idea that his rival had been patronizing him by holding back was a humiliation he couldn't endure.
"How could a low-class warrior like Kakarot dare to pull his punches against ?!" he hissed, his knuckles turning white. But as he looked at the silence in the chat, he realized no one was refuting it. The evidence of Goku's calm deanor was becoming too obvious to ignore, even for him.
The video shifted focus. While Babidi and Majin Buu began their trek toward West City, a flicker of hope appeared on the desolate battlefield. The resurrected Kibito had located the battered Supre Kai and restored his strength. Together, they found Gohan, who was clinging to life after the brutal encounter with the Majin.
To the shock of the viewers, Gohan was whisked away to the Kaioshin Realm—a sacred land forbidden to mortals. The Supre Kai, having witnessed the terrifying ceiling of Saiyan potential, decided to gamble the fate of the universe on the boy. His plan? For Gohan to draw the legendary Z Sword from its stone pedestal.
"A sword?" Akira noted, his transmigrator's intuition instantly analyzing the trope. "The classic 'Chosen One' archetype. But in the world of Dragon Ball, true power usually cos from within through Ki and biological evolution, not from an external blade. There must be a catch."
Indeed, the legend stated that whoever pulled the Z Sword would be granted peerless power. Yet, for eons, even the divine Supre Kais had failed to budge it. Kibito, who hadn't seen the Saiyans' full display of God-tier power before his brief death, scoffed at the idea of a mortal succeeding where gods had failed. He watched with a skeptical, haughty gaze.
At first, even in his base form, Gohan struggled. The sword didn't move an inch, its weight seemingly infinite. Kibito's face wore a smug "I told you so" expression—until Gohan's hair flashed a brilliant, jagged gold.
As a Super Saiyan 2, the ground began to fracture under the sheer pressure of his golden aura. With a primal shout that echoed across the dinsions, Gohan heaved. The legendary blade slid from the stone with a deafening screech, held aloft by a mortal. The shockwaves of his Ki rippled through the sacred realm, silencing Kibito's doubts instantly.
"Pulling swords seems to be a Son family tradition," the narrator remarked with a hint of dry wit. "Goku did it as a child to seal demons in the Demon Realm. It's a pity the 'Sword Pulling Divine Song' isn't playing; the cinematic impact would have been legendary."
While many viewers were confused by the narrator's obscure references, a few felt a wave of nostalgia. In a distant castle, a family of three watched with tears in their eyes. The daughter rembered the young boy who had braved the horrors of the Demon Realm to save her so many years ago. Even the demon Ashura, now living peacefully with the female demon who once helped Goku, smiled at the mory. The "little child" who once caused a ruckus in their realm was now the savior of the multiverse.
However, in the God of Destruction Realm, the atmosphere was much less reverent.
"That sword..." Lord Beerus muttered, leaning forward from his floating chair, his yellow eyes narrowing. "It looks familiar. Where have I seen that hunk of junk before?"
"You've forgotten, Lord Beerus?" Whis replied with a polite, mischievous smile. "You were the one who sealed the Supre Kai of that era inside that blade after a particularly... heated disagreent during a eting millions of years ago."
Beerus's eyes widened as the mory clicked. "Oh, right! That guy. I did that so he wouldn't get himself killed and take down with him. He was always so weak and annoying." He leaned back, waving a hand dismissively. "The 'legend' is a sham, then. It's not a divine weapon; it's just a glorified prison cell. The power doesn't co from the sword itself."
He smirked, watching Gohan swing the heavy blade with visible effort. "If they want the 'imnse power' the legend promises, they're going to have to break that toothpick first."
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