The moment Moss realized she had arrived in the Dragon Ball world, her heart skipped a beat.
In most stories, if someone transmigrates into the Dragon Ball universe, they at least start as a Saiyan.
But her? She was just a Digimon...
It felt exactly like stepping out of the newbie village holding a fancy wooden sword only to bump into the final boss.
Truthfully, in most worlds, Angewomon's power alone would be enough to ensure her survival. Most storylines don't toss in planet-busting threats before the finale.
But Dragon Ball is not "most worlds"!Even if Moss used all her strength right now, she wouldn't be able to defeat Master Roshi.
If this were before the Piccolo Daimao arc, that might be acceptable. But now? They're already in the Android Saga. If you can't go Super Saiyan, you don't even qualify to be in the fight.
And this isn't even the main timeline—this is the future timeline.
"Can you stand up?" Bulma reached out to help her.
Hearing the voice, Moss came back to her senses and nodded. "Thank you."
With Bulma's support, she stood up and raised a hand to release Holy Bubbles. A golden halo shimmered as a stream of multicolored light flowed out.
"Huh?" Bulma was clearly surprised.
Soaking in the colorful glow, she suddenly felt the fatigue of the past few years melt away.
Wow, so refreshing!
The change in Moss was even more dramatic. Her injuries visibly healed, and her feathers began regrowing one after another.
Moments later, aside from some torn clothing and a cracked mask, she looked nearly good as new.
But that was only on the outside. Her internal injuries still needed time to heal.
Bulma's eyes sparkled. "That's amazing! Is it magic? Or superpowers?"
Though a scientist, she'd seen her fair share of supernatural stuff.
"It's magic," Moss nodded. "I'm from another world. My name is Moss."
"Another world?" Bulma blinked, surprised—but just a little.
After all, she'd traveled to other planets, survived alien invasions, and even built a time machine. Another world? That was just another kind of alien, really.
Dragon Ball Earth is weird like that—populated by humans, talking animals, monsters, vampires, werewolves, demons, aliens, you name it.
An interdimensional being? Totally fits the setting.
And so, Moss didn't bother hiding it. "Can I ask… what happened to this Earth?"
She knew the answer, of course. This was just a way to start the conversation.
Bulma sighed. "There used to be two terrifying androids. They rampaged across Earth for over twenty years. Then… things ended up like this."
She looked around at the shattered cityscape, her expression heavy.
Twenty years of apocalypse!
Bulma gave a bitter chuckle and said proudly, "But it's over now. Those monsters are gone. My son Trunks took them down. Earth will come back to life soon."
Seeing her smiling like that, Moss gently asked, "You're looking for your son now, aren't you?"
Bulma nodded.
She had heard the explosion earlier. Now that the androids were gone, there shouldn't have been anything that powerful left on Earth.
Maybe something unexpected happened. She waited ten minutes, but Trunks hadn't come back. She got worried and came looking for him. Instead, she found Moss.
"…When I saw you instead of Trunks, I was actually relieved. Oh, sorry." Bulma quickly realized how insensitive that sounded and looked apologetic.
Moss waved it off. "It's fine."
She thought of the enormous power she'd sensed earlier—the one that had been snuffed out—and her heart sank. "I'll help you search."
"Thank you," Bulma said sincerely.
Half an hour later, they found Trunks.
Purple parted hair, handsome features, lean and strong frame, long sword on his back—this was Future Trunks, or as Moss dubbed him, "Big Trunks."
"No…"
Bulma crumbled to her knees, stunned and broken, her eyes red and teary.
Trunks lay in a pool of blood, a gaping wound through his back—clearly killed in a single strike.
Even in death, his brows were furrowed and his eyes wide with rage—he died full of anger and unwillingness.
"…."
Moss saw this and thought, Just as I suspected.
She'd already guessed most of it. Now, seeing Trunks' body confirmed the identity of the power that had attacked her earlier:
Cell.
In the Android saga of Dragon Ball, there are three parallel timelines:
The main timeline, altered when Future Trunks travels to the past.
Future Trunks' timeline, the grim future where he's the only warrior left.
The Cell timeline, even worse than Future Trunks'. In this one, Cell is born, Trunks is killed, and Cell takes the time machine to the past.
Moss was now in timeline three.
In this world, Trunks had defeated the androids—only to be killed by Cell, who then left for the past.
In other words, there was no one left on Earth who could pose a threat to Moss now.
Drip drip drip...
Rain began to fall. As if the heavens themselves were weeping.
Feeling the cold of the raindrops, Moss said to Bulma, "Let's at least recover Trunks' body."
"…." Bulma didn't respond. She was utterly silent, like a lifeless statue.
"?"
Moss gently patted Bulma on the shoulder—just in time to catch her as she fainted sideways.
Turning her over, Moss realized she'd passed out.
Too much grief…
And no wonder. This Bulma had lost too much.
Her friends, her husband—killed by the androids decades ago.
Then her hopeful apprentice—Son Gohan—also slain.
And now, her only remaining family—her son Trunks—was gone.
Even someone as resilient and optimistic as Bulma couldn't bear this.
Moss carried Bulma in her arms and glanced at Trunks' corpse. A flicker of light crossed her left eye, visible beneath her half-shattered mask.
Trunks' body floated up—gently levitated by an invisible force.
Chicken Talisman.The power of levitation.
Moss took both Bulma and Trunks to a half-intact, abandoned building and cleared a dry space. She laid them both down gently.
She looked at Trunks' unblinking eyes, and with a flick of her fingers, closed them from a distance.
About an hour later, Bulma awoke.
She jolted up—and saw Trunks lying beside her. His eyes were closed. His face pale.
No breath. No heartbeat. Clearly, he was gone.
"Tr-Trunks…"
Bulma reached out with trembling fingers. His cheek was cold—lifeless.
Her Trunks. Her son. Was dead.
Her breath caught. Her vision blurred.
She didn't wail or scream—just silent tears.
Then, a voice came: "There's still the Dragon Balls… isn't there?"
Bulma looked up and saw Moss.
Moss stood at the window, arms crossed, bathed in the golden light of post-rain sunshine—like a holy being.
Bulma blinked. The mention of Dragon Balls didn't stir hope in her. She murmured, "The Earth's Dragon Balls no longer work."
Moss replied, "But Namek still has theirs."
Bulma glanced at her, surprised. This otherworlder knows a lot…
But she didn't press it. She didn't have the heart to. She just sighed. "Age 763… that year, the Namekians were living in my house…"
Moss remembered that. After the Namek arc, with Namek destroyed, the Namekians had no home. Bulma had let them stay with her.
She was the richest person on Earth, after all. Her place was enormous. And there weren't that many Namekians, so space wasn't an issue.
Bulma continued, "I had Trunks travel back to that year to ask for New Namek's coordinates. Once he brought them back, I was going to search for New Namek in this timeline and borrow their Dragon Balls to restore Earth…"
But now, Trunks was dead.
The only time machine was gone. She didn't have the resources to build another.
It was over. Everything was over.
Moss thought, No wonder Cell arrived a year before Future Trunks in the main timeline—Trunks must've set that time himself to ask about Namek's location…
Still, did you really need to time travel just to ask for coordinates?
King Kai was the overseer of the North Galaxy. He could probably locate New Namek easily. That's how they found it in the original story.
Moss asked, "What about King Kai?"
Bulma replied, "There's no way to contact him."
Moss was stunned. She tried again, "What about Fortune Teller Baba?"
"Can't find her either."
"..."
Has this worldline been abandoned by the gods? This was truly hopeless.
Bulma gave a bitter smile.
It was because they couldn't reach King Kai or Baba that she had turned to time travel in the first place.
And now, that path was gone too.
With all hope extinguished, she felt strangely light.She only had one option left—wait for death.
She'd never been to the afterlife, but she knew it existed. Once she died, she could reunite with all the friends she'd lost. And her son—Trunks.
With that thought, death no longer seemed so frightening.
Bulma stood and pulled out a capsule. She pressed it and tossed it to the ground.
Poof!It became a pod. A hibernation chamber—or a coffin.
Tears falling, she gently lifted Trunks and placed him inside.
"..."
Moss watched, sensing that this woman—who had endured over two decades of despair—had finally lost her will to live.
A hero's last days. A goddess's twilight.Both were happening to the same person.
Moss sighed. "Where's Korin Tower?"
"?"
Bulma was confused. Why ask about Korin Tower?
But as she looked at Moss, she saw a glow—not literal, but spiritual.
What was that?Hope?
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Each 10 Powerstones? (1 Bonus Chapters)
BONUS (were at 40 powerstones)