The Room of the Past had similarities to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber—time flowed differently inside. Days could pass inside while only minutes passed outside.
Even so, simplifying the Kikoho technique wasn't something that could be accomplished in just a few days. So, after Kami and Tien entered the room, quite some time passed before they returned.
During that wait, Moss, Gohan, Piccolo, Krillin, Yamcha, Chiaotzu, and Mr. Popo remained outside, awaiting results.
Feeling bored, Moss turned to the one-armed Gohan and said, "I have a request. I hope you'll agree to it."
Gohan blinked in surprise, then smiled warmly. "Go ahead. I'll do my best."
Everyone nearby—Piccolo, Krillin, Yamcha, Chiaotzu, and Mr. Popo—looked on curiously.
What could this angel want?
Moss waved her hand dismissively. "It's nothing serious. I just want to witness a Super Saiyan transformation. May I?"
"No problem."
Without hesitation, Gohan stepped into an open space. His eyes sharpened, and with a focused grunt, a golden aura erupted around him like fire.
BOOM!His hair shot up and turned golden, as did his eyebrows. His eyes turned emerald green, his expression now fierce.
A warrior wreathed in golden flame—this was a Super Saiyan.
Feeling the intensity of Gohan's energy, Moss was shaken. She felt like a leaf in a raging ocean or an ant before a mountain—easily overturned or crushed.
Sensing that power firsthand was nothing like watching it on a screen!
"Is this enough?" Gohan asked.
Moss thought for a moment. "Can you go even further?"
Gohan nodded. "Yes, I can…"
Before his death, he could only go Super Saiyan. But in the afterlife, he retained his body due to his merits and continued to train under the likes of his father Goku and Piccolo.
His strength had grown immensely.
He was now in full control of his Super Saiyan power—and could go beyond.
Just as he was preparing to transform again—
"No need. This is fine," Moss said, stopping him.
Gohan retracted his energy, returning to his black-haired, black-eyed form.
While observing his energy shift from Super Saiyan to normal, Moss used that as a baseline to gauge the negative energy from the Wish Shenron's soul. She reached a conclusion.
"That negative energy isn't even close to Gohan's Super Saiyan power. Not even his full-powered base form, really. As expected, Evil Dragons vary widely in strength."
Some Evil Dragons could rival Super Saiyan 4, while others were weaker than Pan.
Besides, the energy she had wasn't even an Evil Dragon yet—just raw negative energy.
Energy with a will is vastly more powerful than energy without it.
To an average person, that dark energy would be overwhelming. But compared to a Super Saiyan, it was nothing.
So… how could she possibly defeat Cell?
She had previously said she just wanted to land a blow on him. And if it were truly "just one hit," her current power might be enough. But deep down, Moss knew—
She didn't just want to strike him.
She wanted to destroy him.
"…Piccolo," Moss said after a pause.
Piccolo looked over. "What is it?"
Though always stern, he was direct and willing to talk.
Moss smiled. "You're wearing weighted gear, aren't you?"
"Correct." Piccolo, a training maniac, wore shoulder pads and a turban that looked like cloth, but underneath were heavy weights—he trained constantly.
"How heavy are they, exactly?" Moss asked.
Piccolo smirked. "Ten tons in total."
Moss blinked in surprise. "Huh? That's all?"
Piccolo, thinking she was shocked by the weight, didn't expect her to think it was too little. He was momentarily speechless.
He normally wouldn't explain himself—but seeing the innocent curiosity in Moss's single visible eye, he responded patiently: "Weights are for training, not for torture."
Gohan added, "Miss Moss, weights should match your capacity. If you overload yourself, it's not training—it's just suffering."
"I figured someone who could destroy a planet would be carrying thousands, even tens of thousands of tons," Moss said honestly.
Everyone nearby—Gohan, Piccolo, Krillin, Yamcha, Chiaotzu, even Mr. Popo—started sweating nervously.
Tens of thousands of tons?
That's beyond what any living body can withstand.
Gohan chuckled awkwardly. "Our bodies have limits. While we can destroy planets, that power doesn't come from our muscles—it comes from ki."
"I see," Moss nodded, suddenly enlightened.
So ki, not brute strength, was the true power.
—This was even addressed in the Buu Arc of Dragon Ball.
At one point, Goku trained in the afterlife using four 2-ton weights. Later, under South Kai, they increased to 10 tons each—40 tons total—which required him to go Super Saiyan just to manage it.
So weights had to be "just right." If they exceeded your body's capacity, they became burdens, not tools.
Of course, the max weight didn't define physical limits—just what was practical.
A good weapon shouldn't exceed 10% of your max strength—or it becomes unusable.
Same with weights.
So even Goku's base physical strength might only be in the 100-ton range—not enough to crack a mountain, let alone blow up planets.
But ki was virtually limitless.
It's ki that destroys planets, boosts speed, augments power, defends, and even enables flight.
Without ki, based on strength alone, the Z Fighters were basically like classic Kamen Riders—still impressive, but not godlike.
In that sense, they were closer to mages than warriors—capable of casting one devastating spell (ki blast), yet vulnerable in body.
Ki!Once Moss understood this, Dragon Ball's power system suddenly made a lot more sense—even the occasional power scaling inconsistencies.
"In terms of raw physicality," she thought, "my Tiger Talisman-enhanced body is probably not weaker than theirs. What I'm missing is the ki techniques."
Just then, the door to the Room of the Past opened.
Kami and Tien stepped out.
Kami looked unchanged, but Tien's aura was clearly deeper and more refined.
Though it hadn't seemed long outside, they'd spent three months inside discussing martial arts with Master Mutaito, the origin of the Turtle and Crane schools.
Together, the three martial arts legends broke the Kikoho's high difficulty into seven distinct stages.
Thus, Kami conjured a small book titled "Secrets of the Kikoho."
Mastering the seven stages would mean mastering the Kikoho.
Moss flipped through the booklet, memorized the key points, then set it aside and began practicing immediately.
Curious, Krillin and Yamcha peeked over her shoulder and skimmed the pages.
"Incredible," they exclaimed. "It really feels like we could learn the Kikoho if we followed this."
Though they didn't plan to—each had their own fighting style—they could still extract valuable techniques to enhance their abilities.
Moss, on the other hand, was going all in.
She raised her hands to her chest, thumbs touching, right pinky resting on her left index finger—forming a diamond-like shape.
"Ha!"
She released energy as described in the book.
In Dragon Ball, "ki" is the core life energy within living beings.
And as a Digimon, Moss was a living being.
Stage one of the book even included guidance on how to draw out and control ki—techniques that anyone could learn with discipline. With her Balance power from the Tiger Talisman, Moss mastered it instantly.
ZING!A beam of light shot from her hand-frame, infused with her holy power, digital soul, and magic—her body's latent energy: ki.
The beam left a black, diamond-shaped scorch mark on the wall—like it had been burned.
While normal ki blasts are cylindrical, the Kikoho has a four-sided, diamond-shaped beam.
That mark proved it.
"Stage one, done. That was easy," Moss smiled and moved on.
Three minutes later—stage two.
Thirty minutes later—stages three and four.
Two and a half hours later—stages five and six.
Tien was speechless. "Honestly, even without this book, she probably could've mastered the Kikoho in three days."
Kami, Piccolo, Gohan, Krillin, Yamcha, and Chiaotzu all silently agreed.
Mr. Popo wasn't there—he was off making dinner.
After a hearty meal, Moss resumed training.
Six hours later—stage seven completed.
She had mastered the Kikoho!
"Haha! Now I lack nothing!"
Moss was thrilled. But then… a sliver of doubt crept in.
Was it enough?
Her Kikoho, even with her full strength, could only level a small mountain. Could it really kill Cell if empowered with negative energy?
And negative energy… was finite.
One shot. That's all she had.
A single move to decide everything.
She had to power it up more.
"Kikoho's strength scales with the amount of ki invested. So even without increasing my battle power, storing extra ki could amplify its damage."
The next day—
Moss shared her analysis with Kami and Tien.
And then her proposal: "What if I stored my excess ki beforehand and released it during battle? That way, I could boost the Kikoho's power—and avoid the risk of dying from energy depletion. What do you think?"
Tien's three eyes lit up.
Genius!
If that worked, even without Super Saiyan strength, he could unleash attacks that rivaled them.
He could fight beside them again!
Kami frowned slightly. "Ki can't be stored. It's a life force—only living beings can contain it."
But that wasn't entirely true. Some androids could absorb and store ki.
Oh, right—this timeline didn't have any energy-absorbing androids. They didn't even have that concept yet.
Moss remembered Kurata's machine that harvested life energy. If only she knew more about it...
So, with science hitting a wall, maybe martial arts could offer a solution.
"What about the Evil Containment Wave?" she asked.
"Uh…" Kami hesitated.
Instinctively, he thought no—but on second thought…
Maybe?
Seeing his hesitation, Moss put her hands together prayerfully and said sweetly, "Great Kami-sama, please teach me how to develop a Storage Kikoho."
Kami nearly choked.
"Before, she casually called me 'Kami'… now she wants something, it's 'Great Kami-sama.' This angel is so pragmatic!"
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