"There it is, the Pendulum Room…" Kami Upa stopped in the middle of a dimly lit room covered in warped clock faces, the only source of crystalline light that provided mysterious lighting to the room. This room was an element of a two-part combo, with the room right next to it serving as a mechanical operations room with cranks and levers that operated the Pendulum Room.
"Are you sure about letting me use another one of your rooms after I've annihilated the Room of Spirit and Time?" Chayote wondered. "After all, how useful could that old man, Master Mutaito, really be? Can he really be stronger than Cell?"
"Demon King Piccolo killed Master Mutaito, so there is absolutely no hope of Master Mutaito being able to stop Cell," Kami Upa replied with a solemn look on his face before turning and facing Chayote. With a gentle scan down to up, Chayote weighed just how taller and bulkier the little pipsqueak she'd met all those years ago in the wild after being cast down the God Temple on her first day on Earth had gotten. "However, Master Mutaito was the mentor of Muten Roshi and the Crane Hermit. Across all of human history, very few men have known martial arts to the extent of Master Mutaito. Master Mutaito's knowledge of martial arts and wisdom at the time of his passing might surpass that of Muten Roshi's even now. While Master Mutaito will not be able to train you effectively, he might share his wisdom about the best way to improve yourself."
"What if the old man asks me to prove myself to him and I end up breaking him? Won't that anything up?" Chayote groaned in complaint.
"The Pendulum Room does not send you back in time as Future Trunks' time machine would. What Pendulum Room does is create a simulation of the time of historical records. In other words, it creates and mimics the chosen time and date in history and transfers the consciousness of the one using it inside it. You may cause as much havoc as you want without altering history. If you end up dying in the simulation, for whatever reason, your consciousness will be thrust back into your body and the Pendulum Room will wipe the simulation out," Kami Upa explained.
"So I won't even be meeting the real deal?" Chayote yawned into her hand. "Oh well, it's not like I had a better plan anyway…"
"Don't underestimate the Pendulum Room, Chayote," Kami Upa scolded his old-time friend. "Planet Earth has a certain, living spirit. The energy that binds and connects all living things inside it. Every living being leaves their footprint in the Earth's energy. That means that the recreation of Master Mutaito you will encounter will be every bit as wise and deserving of respect as the real man."
"Alright, alright, but I still probably should have just gone to the Other World to meet him," Chayote rolled her eyes.
"After so many years, it is more than likely that Master Mutaito's spirit has reincarnated. Even if it hasn't, it's unclear where it might reside after Lord Beerus destroyed Heaven…" Kami Upa shook his head. "Since his passing was before my time as Kami, I do not know if he was permitted to keep his body and whether his spirit reincarnated or passed on to Heaven. It is possible that he was permitted to keep his body and still trains in the Other World, that will take too much time to research, however."
"Yeah, sounds tedious," Chayote shrugged. "Alright, send me to him. Let's get this thing over with already."
"Mr. Popo…" Kami Upa turned to the wall on his left while walking to leave the room's premises. In the mechanical room, next to the Pendulum Room, Mr. Popo began flipping switches, turning cranks, and switching levers, initiating a loud process of shifting gears that commanded the clocks in the Pendulum Room to turn back. A surge of pixelated light engulfed Chayote as a flash of white blinded the Saiyan, drowning her out and separating her from the image of a dim room and warped clocks. When Chayote next opened her eyes, she was standing in the middle of a shabby village.
Almost immediately, a couple of stout men in traditional oriental robes fell flat on their backs. Men began spilling from a carriage that the two fallen gents were pulling, making Chayote turn around and focus on whatever it was her appearance had interrupted. Shortly following the spillage of outraged and loudmouthed men from the carriage, a man in baggy white pants and a purple robe with sharp white stripes slowly stepped out, stroking his long mustache.
"What the heck gives? Step out of the way!" one of the men yelled at Chayote while his pals threw similar verbal filler out at her.
"Don't you know who this is? This is Master Tiger Pain, on his way to challenge and defeat Master Mutaito and take over his dojo!" another, slightly larger man who mirrored his purple-robed master's hairstyle in a balding head with long hair on the back of the head tied to a braid.
"Sorry, I don't have the time to watch that. I'll be the one facing Master Mutaito today," Chayote shook her head, pulling her hands out from behind her back and clapping them. A howling gale knocked the entire Tiger Pain Style school and their master down on the ground while the aerial blast ripped their carriage to shreds. Horrified, the students began crawling back and wrapping themselves around their fallen master, fixing his hair, pushing him back on his feet, and nudging him to fight Chayote and prove his strength.
"A… A demon masquerading in woman's form!" a fallen and bruised martial arts student of the Tiger Pain school shrieked.
"Defeat this demon, master! Please… Show us your peerless strength!" another one spat into his hand and stroked his master's lacking hairdo, trying to make him appear more presentable. Shaken, Master Tiger Pain looked around frantically as if searching for an excuse to not have to fight this monstrous woman who clapped away his entire martial arts empire, and flattened him and his students with just an insignificant show of force. Unlike his students, Master Tiger Pain saw clearly that challenging this woman was a surefire way to getting devoured whole by her limitless strength.
"Yes… Well… This fight would be difficult, because of the demon's sorcery, you see… I wouldn't be able to fight Master Mutaito today anyway. I'll just fight Master Mutaito tomorrow, or… Better yet - next Tuesday!" Master Tiger Pain looked around his discouraged school of students who looked crushed that their master tried chickening out of this fight despite crushing all other challengers and countless other martial arts schools all by himself.
"B-But… Master Tiger Pain… This demon… She knocked you on your butt, she tossed your students around like rag dolls with her witchy psychic powers!" a student insisted.
"Yes, well… You see… The thing about that is that… Ouch! Owie, ow!" Master Tiger Pain hunched over, grabbing his rear end and stroking it with all his remaining vigor. Chayote tilted her right eyebrow, wondering what all this was about and whether she'd need to fight anyone else before getting to meet Mutaito already. "Damn… It seems like that treacherous she-devil aggravated my old hip fracture! Yep… No other way around it–I'll be sidelined for two entire months with this hip injury!"
"You heard Master Tiger Pain! Retreat!" a student ordered his peers around, prompting the lively folks to heave their allegedly crippled martial arts master over their heads and scurry off onto the shaky hanging bridge that wobbled over two mountain edges and a tiny mountain creek running at least two kilometers below the wobbly bridge.
"What in the…?" Chayote scratched her head. The sound of doors, windows, and shutters opening back up distracted her from the pathetic sight of grown men carrying their balding martial arts master across a miserable mountain bridge. With the traveling martial arts school buster gone, the villagers began spilling out into the streets with cheers. The next time Chayote turned back to glance at the fleeing Tiger Pain school, the bridge was no longer hanging where it was, baffling the Saiyan and making her question the integrity of this historical simulation.
"Hurray for the hero!" someone cheered, pumping their fist into the sky.
"Hurray for the savior of our village!" another voice came from somewhere else.
"Master Tiger Pain and his school are notorious martial arts dojo busters. They travel across the land, challenging martial arts schools and running wild in the villages they're protecting, doing whatever they want before running the village into the ground and leaving for another village. You've done this village a great favor in defeating them," a shabby man in a straw hat and a walking cane stepped out in front of Chayote and bowed.
"Yes, yes… I want to see Master Mutaito," Chayote interrupted the village elder's speech.
"Master Mutaito? Do you wish to challenge him like Master Tiger Pain, or do you wish to study under him? You struck me as an incredibly strong woman, hardly someone who needs martial arts lessons," the village elder scratched his cheek, confused by Chayote's request.
"I don't need his lessons, I just need… A consultation, of sorts," Chayote thought hard about how she should better put it so as not to hurt her pride in front of these illusionary folks produced by the Pendulum Room.
"I see… Ling-chan, could you please guide our hero to Master Mutaito's dojo?" the village elder turned to a girl with two long braids of brown hair and a blue dress, who only bowed and gestured for Chayote to follow her. The villagers parted and made way for the little tip-tapping girl and the strange-tailed visitor that came to their village to pass.
A bare-chested young man with shoulder-length black hair and shades attacked a short yet muscular and broad-shouldered martial artist in a white gi and gray hair. The short martial arts master with a bushy white mustache tensed his muscles and adopted a balanced and wide stance, deflecting the incoming blows and redirecting the young man's haymaker before chopping at his wide open neck, dropping the martial artist to the floor.
The martial artist grunted, startled in shock when another young man in shades, this one wearing a hat with a decoration looking like a crane's head and a green robe with yellow sleeves unleashed a ruthless flurry of two-finger thrusts. Despite the sneaky attack, the stout martial artist blew out his muscles and turned blood-red with intensity, withstanding the incoming flurry unharmed before throwing a punch that didn't even connect with the sneaky student, but knocked him aside with a turbulent gale of aerial shockwave all the same.
"Unbelievable! As expected from the great Master Mutaito," the first fallen young martial artist rubbed the back of his head. "None of our attacks were of any use at all!"
"You've tricked us somehow, Master Mutaito!" the sneaky student in the green and yellow robe shook his fist, looking shaken and groggy after his rough knockdown. "I purposefully targeted your pressure points! You should have been unable to move right now!"
"Both of you are some of my most promising students, Roshi, Tsuru… However, you focus too much on the technical side of martial arts, Roshi. You've learned the moves from your scrolls and you think they will bring you victory, you've hardened your body, but your blows lack conviction. They lack a martial artist's spirit, a reason to fight! You, on the other hand, Tsuru, you rely too much on sneak attacks and attack only when you've got the unquestionable advantage. Without experiencing hardship in life, without fighting unfavorable battles, you will never attain the precious experience and harden your body and willpower enough to become the best martial artist you can be. Besides, you may think that being sneaky makes you unpredictable, but, in fact, it makes you more predictable, because everyone knows what the easiest path to victory is, however, no one expects their opponent to choose the cold and broken road instead."
"No, that can't be it!" Tsuru objected. "It was some kind of invisible energy. It felt as if I was hitting a brick wall! And, when you hit me, it was like the entire world hit me alongside you!"
"That's because the real strength does not lie in your muscles. The true strength comes from within. From your Ki!" Master Mutaito thundered down, winding back a punch and focusing all of his inner strength inside it, until both Roshi and Tsuru gasped, seeing vivid white glow around their master's forearm. With a strident battle cry, Master Mutaito punched off to the side, emitting a concussive shockwave strong enough to split the waterfall in half for a few seconds, before the surging waters connected and began flowing whole again. "Ah, Ling-chan… It's a bit too early for our lunch break, isn't it?" Master Mutaito turned to the little girl in a blue dress and her quirky companion.
"Hmm? Who's this with you, Ling-chan?" Roshi pointed at Chayote.
"Some kind of wild monkey-woman?" Tsuru noted Chayote's wagging tail with a point of his finger.
"This… This is Chayote-san. Chayote-san defeated Master Tiger Pain and his students who came to terrorize the village and take over Master Mutaito's dojo," little Ling squeaked out like a cowardly puppy. "Chayote-san wanted to meet you, Mutaito-san!"
"Master Tiger Pain!?" Roshi exclaimed. "He's said to be a real menace who's defeated forty-two martial arts masters and taken over their dojos!"
"It's true, if he didn't run them into the ground and leave for the next dojo, I'd be quite impressed," Tsuru chuckled to himself with a sheepish smile.
"So, you've bested a martial arts master and even his entire school of students all at once? Sounds like you are an incredible martial artist in your own right, Chayote-san," Master Mutaito stroked his bushy white mustache, looking quite impressed. "Though I must say, I'd have enjoyed sparring with Master Tiger Pain for the workout more than anything. Still, I wonder what someone like you would want with me. To challenge me, perhaps?"
"That would be pointless," Chayote groaned. "At some point in the future, you'll get hopelessly crushed in battle against Demon King Piccolo, as will most of your students. That same Demon King Piccolo is a pile of turd compared to me right now. Even in my weakest, most suppressed state, he'd never survive a single punch of mine."
"I hope you wouldn't mind a demonstration of your skill, Chayote-san?" Master Mutaito smiled, stretching his arms and taking up a fighting pose. "In the world of martial arts, we do not settle things with vague threats and boasts, but with our fists!"
"Sure, come at me any way you like. I'll do my best not to kill you," Chayote sighed. With a determined battle cry, Master Mutaito took off, stopping halfway to Chayote to launch a wave of compressed air in a show of Ki control, only for a flare of Chayote's suppressed aura to dispel the blast. Master Mutaito tossed a whole combination of chops to Chayote's neck and joints, then delivered heavyweight pounds with both arms, but not a single blow moved the bored Saiyan from place.
With twitching and swollen arms, Master Mutaito stumbled back, observing his broken fists with shock. Before he could say or do anything else, he lost balance beneath his feet and tripped on his back. Chayote's tail swept across Master Mutaito's feet. With a flawless transition and an expression devoid of any emotion, just pure, unadulterated intent for glorious violence, Chayote's fist became the heavens that crushed Master Mutaito's spirit. The fallen martial arts master went pale and blanked out before the insurmountable greatness of a mere speck of his opponent's strength. The fist stopped just mere inches away from Master Mutaito's nose.
An uncontrollable quake caught the village in which Master Mutaito's school was situated. Little Ling screamed out in dread, covering up her head. Roshi and Tsuru collapsed on the ground, having lost their shades and blanked out in the bottomless expanse of Chayote's unleashed Ki. Master Mutaito turned to the side, shaking in awe as the waterfall he had split before with his Ki was now flowing upward, having reversed its direction with the entire continent splintering into chunks and gleaming with light through the rumbling fissures and cracks.
"Such… Monstrous strength… No, you're an incredibly skilled and experienced martial artist as well!" Master Mutaito exclaimed. "In the entire world, no, in the Heavens and Hell too, there can't be an equal to power such as this!"
"Well, that's the thing," Chayote sighed. "There kind of is, and I've got no clue how I can build up on this strength. I've come seeking your wisdom, which, I was told, was peerless among Earthlings throughout history."
"I…" Master Mutaito fumbled his way through words, sweating profusely as he stood up and corrected his crumpled and disorderly black and white gi. "It is abundantly clear that you have discovered worlds of power far surpassing my own. I am not sure how I can help you with your situation. Perhaps if you could tell me your story, and explain to me the source of this bottomless well of power and skill, I could assist you with the goal for which you've sought me out?"
"A goddess!" blushing Roshi stumbled to pick up his shades and put them back on, drooling as he gazed upon Chayote. "Did you see, Tsuru? A true Goddess of Martial Arts has sought out Master Mutaito from the Heavens themselves?"
"Or perhaps a demon?" Tsuru croaked with a respectful fear of this visitor. Regardless of whether he believed that Chayote's strength was otherworldly or not, one thing he heard loud and clear–her words. She spoke as if though she knew the face of history, something that ordinary mortal men or women wouldn't have been able to be aware of. This was no ordinary woman, that much was for sure.
"I see," Master Mutaito nodded, after finishing his loaf of bread and jug of mountain spring water. "So, you've come to Earth from the Other World, but you aren't a goddess, a demon, or an angel."
"I did come from the skies though," Chayote shrugged. "I'm an alien from other worlds among the stars. My kind grows stronger with each fight, the closer they come to death, the stronger they become. In my case, I am a special case even amongst my special people. My strength grows without bounds each second that I fight, the angrier I become, the less I restrain myself, the more powerful I become with each moment of battle."
"In that case, the solution to your mystery is evident," Master Mutaito nodded, patting little Ling's head in gratitude for the food she brought from the village. "You must train with another one of your kind. With two special tailed warriors such as yourself locked in conflict, each of you growing stronger and stronger with each passing moment of your violent dance, it would make up for the greatest training with by far the most incredible potential for growth. Moreover, if you were to survive such an encounter, you would better understand the nature of your born talents and gain mastery over them," Master Mutaito pondered out loud. "However, with how destructive the potential of your full power is, I fear that such a fight would make the entire universe crumble to ash. Such is the outcome of all divine or demonic battles. That is why gods and devils fight it out through their chosen champions among men, I believe."
"Hmm… So what you're saying is… I need to find another Legendary Super Saiyan and spar with them, but, if we get lost in our wrath and perpetual daze of combat, we'd eventually annihilate the entire universe?" Chayote pressed her finger to her lip, deep in thought. "I see, it's true what everyone said about you, Master Mutaito, for an Earthling, weakling bag of bones, you've got a noggin' on your head."
A pixelated tunnel of differently colored lights surrounded Chayote, pulling her out of Master Mutaito's time and returning her to the God Temple. Kami Upa entered the Pendulum Room, confronting Chayote about what she had learned during her time visiting Master Mutaito.
"Did Master Mutaito offer any bright ideas?" Kami Upa wondered.
"I've explained all the different enemies we've faced, all the rooms and avenues for training in the God Temple, but, in his opinion, by far the best way for me to train would be to find another Legendary Super Saiyan. However, it's all pointless anyway, because, he said, our unchained, full-power sparring would annihilate the entire universe," Chayote reported, looking a tad disappointed at her wasted time.
"Pointless? I wouldn't say so?" Kami Upa smiled, turning to Mr. Popo in the mechanical room to his right. "Mr. Popo, are you thinking what I am thinking?"
"Be right up," Mr. Popo bellowed from the other room, flipping switches and turning cranks with gusto. Once again, a rectangular tunnel of solid light engulfed Chayote, casting her through a recreation of a period in a different time in her past. Almost immediately upon being flung out into what seemed like a futuristic city, Chayote looked around with uncomfortable butterflies bubbling in her system. Just what did Kami Upa and Mr. Popo get her into this time?
"CHAYOTE!" Broly's wild howl made Chayote's spine stiffen and tingle. This was it, wasn't it? The time she faced that freak of nature, an abominable lab-tube baby made of her genetic material and her own painfully extracted marrow. A lab-bred Legendary Super Saiyan clone–Broly. After taking a vicious clothesline and getting flattened, then slammed left and right and flung through a couple of buildings, sprawled in the ruins, Chayote snickered, feeling the taste of blood in her mouth.
Broly's massive fist stopped in the grip of Chayote's tender hand. A vicious rip of jade-colored aura engulfed Broly in a nova of green light that rivaled his own jade shine. Chayote's body ripped through her clothes until they barely hung over her swollen, buff body. Her hair tore out from the rubber band holding it in order and turned wild and spiky, coloring lime green and her eyes rolled back. The two rampant Legendary Super Saiyans collided with one another, slamming their lariats into each other's throats, yet neither backed down and crumbled.
This was it! The perfect training! Two Legendary Super Saiyans locked in a perpetual, endless, and violent dance. Each growing stronger and evolving into a new breed of fighting goliath with each passing second and growing power uncontrollably. Swelling with wild power that neither previously even imagined being possible, compensating for each other's shortcomings in strength and creating an eternal deadlock that would reduce the universe to ruin before either of the two backed down.
And when the universe was in ruins, all that would happen was that Chayote would be flung back to the Pendulum Room, with the only thing ruined being the Pendulum Room's historical recreation of this moment in time and its inhabitants. Granted, this was only a training Chayote could do once, for the next time they'd try, Broly wouldn't be able to provide her with a stimulating challenge anymore. Despite all this, what was brewing in the hectic forge of the universal collapse, was Meta-Cell's worst nightmare. A Legendary Super Saiyan allowed to satisfy the bottomless potential for growth and an equally talented opponent birthed using her own genetic material.
The Capsule Corps Star, the rest of the Dragon Team, the solar system, the galaxy, and eventually the entire universe, it all would break and crumble in the end, the only thing certain now was Chayote and Broly, pounding each other relentlessly with vicious ferocity and sadistic glee until the end of time they escalated by a trillion years with each successive, thunderous blow.