The surface of the Sun boils beneath Miru, its fires licking at the edges of his aura like a starving beast. The heat is intense, but his Saiyan-Pheromonite hybrid physiology shields him, his body resisting the solar energy without flinching.
He watches as Ultraman flies away toward Earth, strategically retreating, his cape billowing behind him like a banner of defeat.
Then
A toxic emerald distortion folds reality inward for a split second.
And Dura appears.
Just there.
His raw speed in this state bent space-time around him, the very fabric of the cosmos struggling to contain his presence.
Miru's eyes widen.
He senses it immediately,
This is not the same presence from minutes ago.
This is heavier.
Denser.
Like standing before a living singularity.
Dura stands at 7.4 feet, towering over the void itself.
Deep toxic emerald hair flows wildly down his back, his tail swaying behind him, matching the fury of his aura.
His scarred chest is broad and battle-hardened, his muscles swollen, thick, and defined like sculpted stone, Chest layered with hardened striations, Arms thick enough to distort air when flexed.
Back so broad it blocks sunlight, Veins glowing faint green beneath dark skin
His aura is quieter now.
But the pressure is suffocating.
And if there was a strong enough scouter, the power reading would be,
True Legendary Stage Two = 100 Trillion+
Ultraman looks back at the green aura-covered figure while flying away toward Earth, his Kryptonite-enhanced eyes narrowing as he senses the sheer magnitude of Dura's power.
"This power is a threat to my"
He never finishes.
Dura moves.
No flare of ki.
No warning.
He simply disappears.
A faint emerald afterimage lingers where he stood.
Ultraman's eyes widen,
Then
Impact.
A single backhand strike.
Too fast to track.
The blow lands across Ultraman's jawline with the force of a collapsing star.
The shockwave compresses space for a microsecond.
Ultraman is knocked unconscious instantly.
His body remains suspended for half a second.
Then the momentum behind the attack sends him flying in the direction he was going, his form tumbling like a broken doll toward Earth.
Miru stares, his breath caught in his throat.
Even he didn't see the motion.
Dura reappears beside his son.
Calm.
Breathing steady.
"It's done now, my boy. There's nothing to worry about for now."
Miru swallows, his throat dry.
He feels it now.
His father's energy is not raging anymore.
It's contained.
But still, it feels infinite.
Dura places a hand on Miru's shoulder.
They vanish.
Reappear above Earth's atmosphere.
Then descend toward their jungle base.
The forest trembles slightly as Dura lands.
Wildlife falls silent.
The ground subtly compresses under his presence, the earth itself struggling to bear his weight.
He exhales slowly.
The toxic green aura dims.
His hair shortens slightly.
Muscle mass reduces but remains far larger than before.
True Legendary Stage Two fades.
Dura closes his eyes.
Senses himself.
His base has changed.
The adaptation didn't disappear.
It integrated.
Before the battle his power was 23,000,000,000
Now
His cells hum differently.
Denser.
More efficient and his new Base Power was (38.5 Billion)
A permanent increase of over 15 billion.
He opens his eyes after getting feel for his new strength..
Miru lands beside him, his aura flickering.
The battle, the synchronization, the pheromone amplification,
It changed him too.
Miru focuses, his mind calm, his body humming with newfound strength.
Before battle he was at 6,500,000,000
and Now he is at (9.8 Billion)
A 50% permanent growth.
Miru exhales slowly, his voice tinged with awe.
"I felt it… when you crossed your limits and reached that new form… It was so intense, Dad."
Dura nods, his expression serious.
"It wasn't just power, my boy. That was evolution of one's blood."
Miru looks at his dad, slowly understanding his father and his own potential to one day surpass him.
Dura turns his gaze toward the sky.
The solar system feels… lighter.
But something deeper feels closer.
Watching.
Mia steps forward cautiously, her eyes scanning Dura's new form. She sees the scars, the increased mass, the new density in his presence.
"You destroyed something big."
Dura smirks slightly, his voice low.
"Mars won't be in astronomy books anymore."
Miru almost laughs.
Almost.
But there's tension still in the air.
As time passes, night falls over the jungle.
Dura stands alone outside the base, his fists clenched.
He feels the dormant potential still coiled inside him.
True Legendary Stage Two wasn't a ceiling.
It felt like a gate.
And somewhere beyond,
Something larger is stirring.
The bloodline has evolved.
_
Later that night at the base..
The air was still.
But not peaceful.
Dura stands outside the base perimeter, his arms folded, his eyes scanning the stars.
He can still feel it.
The unknown entity from earlier.. It was watching and definitely analyzing the hell out of his recent battles and most likely waiting for the right opportunity to strike.
Miru steps beside him, his voice quiet.
"You think they'll come back?"
Dura answers calmly, his gaze never leaving the sky.
"Not yet."
A pause.
"But this universe just classified me as a variable."
Mia steps out from the lab wing, her expression serious.
She already knows that tone.
It's not fear.
It's strategic withdrawal.
He turns to her directly, his voice firm.
"Mia.. Capsule everything ."
Mia blinks once, her mind already racing.
"Everything?"
Dura nodded..
"Base. Labs. Archive cores. Weapons. Dimensional drives. Jungle perimeter shields. All of it."
Miru's eyes narrow slightly.
"We're leaving?"
Dura nods, his gaze distant.
He looks up at the sky again, his voice low.
"The big players in this universe are going to start moving soon."
He doesn't say names as some of them might show up to say hello and not ij a friendly way..
When power spikes past planetary scale in this reality, it attracts attention.
Ancient beings.
Multiversal guardians.
Entities that don't warn twice.
The Universal Enforcers were just the bureaucrats.
The real forces?
They haven't even stepped forward yet.
"If we stay," Dura continues, his voice steady, "we become a balancing problem."
Mia's expression shifts from concern to action mode.
"Return destination?"
Dura's eyes soften slightly, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.
"Home."
He opens his palm.
A small dimensional seam flickers open briefly, emerald and gold.
He feels the difference instantly.
That universe responds differently to power.
It bends around Saiyan growth instead of suppressing it.
There
Strength is currency.
Here
It's liability.
Inside the compound, Mia activates emergency compression protocols.
Buildings fold inward into glowing containment cubes.
Laboratories shrink into handheld capsules.
Training chambers collapse into compact spheres.
The jungle camouflage shield dissolves into a thin energy wafer.
Within thirty minutes
Years of construction sit in a case the size of a briefcase.
Miru watches, impressed as always.
"Mom really thought of everything."
Mia snaps the final capsule shut, her voice dry.
"I plan ahead."
She walks toward Dura, her expression determined.
"Dimensional coordinates locked. Home timeline synchronized, some time has passed in our home universe since we left so expect things to be different.. ."
Dura nods, his mind already racing ahead.
Dura then scans the planet one last time, his senses stretched to their limits.
He can feel distant presences.
Observers.
Higher-tier beings who noticed the Mars and Neptune events but haven't intervened yet.
He doesn't smirk as he says.
"Let them deal with their own balance."
Miru steps beside him, his voice quiet.
"Will we come back here dad ?"
Dura answers honestly, his gaze distant.
"maybe in the future When I don't need permission to exist here… and I'm strong enough to face any threat that stands in our way then we'll return.. ."
A large emerald dimensional rift forms in front of them, assisted and reinforced by Dura's dimensional hop ability.
The air vibrates.
Reality peels back.
On the other side,
Familiar ki signatures.
A universe where gods destroy planets casually.
Where warriors break limits without universal paperwork.
Dura steps forward first, carrying their bags with capsules... .
Miru follows.
Mia last.
The rift then seals.
Silence returns to the jungle.
No base.
No energy signatures.
No anomaly.
Only the faint residual echo of a Saiyan and his family.
They emerge in a quiet mountain region.
Dura inhales deeply, his body relaxing for the first time in months.
He smiles, a rare, genuine expression of peace.
This universe feels like home.
His base power settles comfortably at:
38.5 Billion
Miru stabilizes at:
9.8 Billion
Untethered.
Unrestricted.
And somewhere in this universe,
New ceilings wait.
The moment Dura and his family reappear in their home timeline, familiar ki signatures flare across the planet.
Within minutes
Friends gather.
Laughter fills the mountain clearing.
Food piles higher than training weights.
It becomes an all-night celebration.
The Guests Included Dura's good friends such as Son Goku who was already asking Dura how strong he's gotten, Krillin who was most relieved they're alive, as well as the ever beautiful Bulma who was fascinated by capsule tech upgrades made by Mia
And at the edge of it all, calm and quiet,
Master Roshi
Watching, analyzing and smiling faintly.
ONE WEEK LATER
The party was enjoyable but things soon returned to their regular flow of things..
Training resumes across the planet.
Dura was currently standing outside Kame House, Miru beside him.
Ocean breeze.
Calm morning.
Dura speaks respectfully, his voice serious.
"Master Roshi… I was hoping you would train Miru, my son here." as he pats Miru on the back..
Goku blinks, his curiosity piqued.
Miru looks surprised, his eyes wide.
Roshi adjusts his sunglasses, his tone amused.
"Oh? The father who can shatter planets wants an old turtle to teach his son something ?"
Dura's tone is steady, his gaze unwavering.
"Yes, Master. Miru doesn't need more power."
He looks at his son, his voice firm but kind.
"what he truly needs is a strong martial arts foundation."
Miru nods, his expression determined.
His Legendary Saiyan bloodline, inherited from his dad, responds to emotion, to intensity, to escalation.
But he wants more conscious control over it.
Not just amplification.
Roshi smiles knowingly, his eyes twinkling.
"Good. Then we start at zero."
Unknown to most
Roshi never stopped training in this timeline.
After the Cell Games.
In isolation.
- Meditation beneath waterfalls.
- Weighted turtle shells in ocean trenches.
- Breath control in volcanic caverns.
- Other mysterious training done in secret.
His power level now sits at a comfortable
1,000,000
Modest by universal standards.
But not irrelevant.
Because Roshi is not about raw output.
He is about pure martial efficiency.
DAY ONE
Roshi tosses Miru a simple weighted gi.
No aura allowed.
No flight allowed.
No ki blasts.
Miru frowns slightly, his confusion evident.
"You want me to suppress everything?"
Roshi taps his staff against the sand, his voice firm.
"You rely on power like it's a crutch."
Miru stiffens slightly, the truth of the words hitting hard.
"A true martial artist wins before striking."
Roshi then instructed Miru to strike him..
Miru lunges, his speed blurring the air around him.
Pure physical speed.
Even suppressed, he's massively superhuman.
Roshi doesn't move fast.
He shifts.
Minimal.
One inch at a time.
Miru's punch slices through the air, but Roshi is already where the strike isn't.
Miru overextends.
Roshi taps his chest, his voice calm.
"Open."
Miru pivots, sweeps low.
Roshi hops lightly, his feet barely disturbing the sand.
Miru increases his tempo.
Five strikes.
Ten.
Twenty.
Every one misses.
Not because Roshi is faster,
But because he's already where the strike isn't.
Roshi was swift and quick with his movements,
Weight distribution perfectly centered.Breath synchronized with Miru's rhythm.Eyes tracking shoulder tension before attacks.Feet adjusting in micro-angles.Redirecting force instead of blocking.
He never wastes motion.
Miru, even restrained, creates wind pressure with missed strikes.
Roshi doesn't flinch.
After five minutes,
Miru hasn't landed a single hit.
Roshi steps back, his expression serious.
"Your body screams before you move."
Miru blinks, his confusion evident.
"What?"
"Your bloodline surges before impact. It announces intention."
Miru realizes
Even suppressed, his Legendary cells tense and flare early.
That micro-spike gives away timing.
Roshi taps his own chest, his voice wise.
"You must become empty before striking because right now, you're basically Telegraphing your moves."
By the 2nd week Roshi was making Miru, Walk across ocean water without disturbing the surface using advance ki manipulation.Dodge pebbles thrown at random unpredictable angles. Sparring the old master while blindfolded.
Balance on a single bamboo pole during wave crashes.Perform 10,000 identical punches without aura.
No transformation allowed.
No emotional surges.
Miru grew frustrated, his fists clenching.
Once, his aura flickers faint emerald.
Roshi appears behind him instantly, chopping him lightly on the head, his voice sharp.
"Emotion is acceleration."
"Control is direction, don't let your nature dictate your future"
Miru breathes, his mind calming, his body relaxing.
He forces the bloodline to remain dormant.
That alone is harder than any fight.
Then later the following day was sparring...
Miru attacks, his movements slower, more deliberate.
This time
He nearly grazes Roshi's sleeve.
Roshi smiles, his eyes proud.
"Better."
Then he sweeps Miru's legs effortlessly.
Miru hits the sand, his body thudding against the ground.
POWER DIFFERENCE
post training
Miru (suppressed base):4 million... Actual base :9.8 Billion
Roshi: 1 Million
Yet in pure martial efficiency
Roshi dominates.
Because power isn't being measured.
Structure is.
By the end of the third week
Miru's movements quiet.
No energy leaks before strikes.
No muscle twitch telegraphing intent.
He lands his first clean tap on Roshi's shoulder.
Roshi laughs, his voice jubilant.
"There it is."
Miru didn't power through.
He emptied his mind.
For a split second
His Legendary bloodline didn't flare.
It flowed.
Roshi nods approvingly, his expression proud.
"Your path isn't rage like your father's. No."
He taps Miru's chest, his voice wise.
"It's stillness within strength… The Calm."
Miru breathes deeply, his mind clear, his body humming with newfound control.
For the first time, he feels his bloodline respond not to anger.
But to calm.
A faint new frequency hums beneath his aura.
Controlled.
Refined.
From a distance, Dura observes from time to time.
He senses it.
Miru's ki signature is changing.
Not growing explosively,
But condensing.
Becoming sharper.
More dangerous.
Dura smiles faintly, his pride evident.
This is what he wanted.
Not another berserker.
A master.
Miru's current status:
- Base: 9.8 Billion
- Control Efficiency: +40%
- Energy Leakage: Reduced by 85%
- Reaction Speed: Increased significantly
Roshi's final words for the week, his voice grinning.
"Next lesson… we train your Legendary bloodline without letting it control you and maybe you'll surpass your dad ."
Miru looks up, his eyes determined.
"Is that even possible?"
Roshi grins, his expression knowing.
"Heh. You're not the first Saiyan I've trained."