In the world of Ultraman Tiga, the GUTS headquarters was thick with disbelief.
"How can a human possibly destroy the moon?" Horii, the team's lead scientist, was practically vibrating with a mix of awe and intellectual crisis. "The gravitational binding energy alone... the sheer joules required... it's impossible! How is this possible?!"
As a man of science, Horii understood the physics of celestial bodies better than anyone. To vaporize a satellite of that mass required an energy output that defied every law he knew. Even with the advanced technology of the TPPC, Earth couldn't dream of such a feat.
He wondered if Tiga or the Ultras of other nebulae possessed such destructive potential. But even if they did, they were giants of light—beings beyond humanity. This video from the Dragon Ball world was different. Master Roshi was a human—a small, elderly human.
Compared to an Ultra's fifty-meter height and thirty-thousand-ton weight, he was a speck of dust. Yet, this "speck" had pulverized the moon with a single beam of concentrated Ki.
Across the multiverse, scientists were on the verge of a collective breakdown. They had seen "unscientific" things before, but this was a blatant assault on logic. How could a biological organism contain enough energy to be a planetary threat? To call Master Roshi a "humanoid nuclear weapon" was now an insult; a hundred thousand warheads couldn't replicate the raw power of that one Kamehameha.
In the Land of Light, the legendary Ultra Brothers—Zoffy, Seven, Jack, Taro, and the others—watched the screen in their human guises, their expressions a mask of helplessness.
"They are all Earthlings, yet why is there such a staggering disparity between worlds?" Taro mused.
If the humans of their Earth possessed even a fraction of Roshi's power, the Monster Attack Team wouldn't need to wait for a transformation to save the day. Leo, in particular, felt like weeping.
Thinking back to his time with the MAC team, he felt a wave of profound disappointment. If he had even one teammate like that old man, the pressure on his shoulders wouldn't have been so crushing. His mind was practically exploding with envy for a defense team that didn't exist in his timeline.
In West City, Lin Luo watched the comments scroll by with a knowing smirk. He had anticipated this. In many worlds, Master Roshi's early-series feat was already considered the "ceiling" of power. While some debated whether the moon was merely moved, Lin Luo knew the truth: it was gone. Kami himself would eventually have to restore it.
But while the multiverse was reeling, the heavy hitters of the Dragon Ball world were decidedly unimpressed.
Vegeta: "So this is the peak of Earthling strength? Pathetic. Weak, beyond words." Vegeta: "I suppose you had the sense to destroy the moon before we arrived, but don't get comfortable.
A true Saiyan elite can generate an artificial moon and transform at will!" Nappa: "Vegeta is right. If this old man is their champion, conquering Earth will be as easy as stepping on an ant." Frieza: "Oh ho ho ho... Mr. Vegeta, what is this I hear about a secret trip to Earth behind my back?" Vegeta: "L-Lord Frieza!"
Inside his space pod, Vegeta's face turned a sickly shade of pale. He had been so caught up in mocking the "trash" of Earth that he forgot the galactic tyrant was also watching. If Frieza learned of his trek to Earth, the secret of the Dragon Balls was in jeopardy.
Beerus: "Frieza? It's been a while. You've grown quite arrogant in my absence." Frieza: "Lord Beerus! You're... you're awake?!"
On a distant planet, Frieza's skin practically turned green. Beerus, the God of Destruction, was active! He was supposed to sleep for decades—had this inter-dimensional video network disturbed his slumber? This was a disaster.
The multiverse watched these exchanges in stunned silence. This "Vegeta," who viewed moon-busting as "weak," was terrified of "Frieza." And "Frieza," a name that commanded absolute dread, was trembling before "Beerus."
Who were these people?
The heavyweights of other worlds—Kaido of the Four Emperors, Fleet Admiral Sengoku, Naruto Uzumaki, and Ichigo Kurosaki—all felt a stinging burn in their pride. They had initially looked down on the Dragon Ball world, but now they felt thoroughly humbled.
Master Roshi alone could likely rampage through their entire dimensions; the beings appearing in the comments were on a level of existence they couldn't even fathom.
Even Goku and Krillin were sweating. They knew Vegeta was coming, but this "Frieza" and "Beerus" were complete unknowns. Just a few years ago, the greatest threat was King Piccolo. Now, monsters were emerging from the shadows of the cosmos, each one more terrifying than the last.
How many more monsters were hiding in their universe? And just how high did the ceiling go?