After an entire night of meditation, a realization suddenly struck me.
I stopped breathing for a moment as the thought fully formed inside my mind.
"…I'm a half-Saiyan."
Not naturally.
Not by birth like Gohan or Goten.
But genetically—
I had become one.
Which meant…
"I should have the same potential."
I slowly opened my eyes.
The early morning light seeped into the laboratory through the glass windows, illuminating the countless monitors around me.
For a long moment, I stayed silent.
Then I remembered something else.
Gohan's rage.
The explosive bursts of power he displayed throughout my previous timeline.
Even as a child, his emotions alone allowed him to surpass opponents far stronger than himself.
But there was always a flaw.
A lack of control.
Future Gohan went too far in the opposite direction, relying too heavily on control and suppressing the very advantage that made half-Saiyans special.
"…So the answer should be balance," I muttered.
Not calmness.
Not blind rage.
Control.
Controlled Rage
"Oracle," I said quietly.
[Awaiting instructions.]
"Monitor my heartbeat, neural activity, emotional fluctuation, and ki output."
[Monitoring initialized.]
I closed my eyes once more.
Instead of calming my emotions, I did the opposite.
I forced myself to remember.
The ruined future.
The dead cities.
The silence.
The helplessness.
Slowly—
Anger began to rise.
Not enough to lose myself.
Just enough to ignite something deeper.
I entered the state.
Then left it.
Again.
And again.
Repeating the process over and over while the Oracle collected data.
Each attempt brought me closer to a balance point between power and self-control.
Because power without control…
Was meaningless.
The Experiment
By the time the sun rose, I had reached a conclusion.
Theory alone wasn't enough.
I needed real combat data.
As usual, Goku was training with Raditz.
The sound of explosions echoed faintly from the distant training chamber.
Meanwhile, I approached Krillin and Nappa.
"I need your help with an experiment," I said.
Krillin tilted his head.
"What kind of experiment?"
"A combat stress test."
Nappa crossed his arms.
"And what does that involve?"
I looked directly at him.
"I need to fight you one-on-one."
Nappa raised an eyebrow.
"…You?"
"Yes."
Krillin immediately looked concerned.
"Bulma, are you sure about this?"
"It won't last long," I replied calmly. "I'll signal once the experiment is over."
Nappa remained silent for a moment before nodding.
"Very well."
Rage State
The training room doors closed behind us.
I stood opposite Nappa and slowly exhaled.
Then I closed my eyes.
Focus.
Not hatred.
Not madness.
Controlled anger.
The memory of destruction resurfaced in my mind.
The future.
The fear.
The frustration.
Then—
I opened my eyes.
"Begin."
The change was immediate.
I felt my power rise violently inside my body.
"…Three times," I whispered internally.
My base power level had nearly tripled.
Nappa's eyes widened slightly.
"Oh?"
I rushed forward instantly.
The impact of our clash shook the training room.
For a brief moment—
I could actually keep up with him.
The Drawback
But after only a minute—
My breathing became heavier.
My body trembled.
Then suddenly—
The power vanished.
It felt as if all the energy inside me had been ripped away at once.
My power level dropped back to normal instantly.
I staggered backward, nearly collapsing.
"…Damn it…"
Even standing became difficult.
The exhaustion was overwhelming.
Nappa lowered his guard immediately.
"The experiment is over?" he asked.
"…Yeah," I answered weakly.
Krillin quickly moved beside me.
"You okay?"
"I expected this much," I muttered while trying to steady my breathing.
Analysis
As I recovered, my thoughts drifted back to Gohan.
During his battle against Frieza's third form, his rage allowed him to overwhelm an opponent he normally couldn't challenge.
But the state never lasted long enough.
And once the rage faded—
The exhaustion hit immediately afterward.
"Too much power output… not enough efficiency," I muttered to myself.
If Gohan had better control back then, he probably would have used his power more effectively instead of attacking wildly.
The same principle applied to me.
A Necessary Trump Card
Once I regained enough strength to walk properly, I turned toward them.
"You two continue training," I said.
Krillin nodded.
"Got it."
Nappa looked at me carefully.
"…You pushed yourself recklessly."
"Maybe," I admitted. "But now I know it works."
Multiple Safeguards
As I returned to my laboratory, I reviewed the purpose behind the experiment.
My armor could multiply my power many times over.
But what if it broke?
What if I didn't have time to deploy the artificial moon?
What if something went wrong?
Depending entirely on one method of power was dangerous.
I learned that much already.
Never place all your eggs in one basket.
That lesson alone had saved me more than once.
Quiet Resolve
Back inside the laboratory, countless holographic windows appeared around me as Oracle began displaying combat data.
Power fluctuation.
Heart rate.
Ki consumption.
Stamina loss.
Everything.
Outside the laboratory walls, training continued relentlessly.
The ship construction remained on schedule.
The healing pods functioned properly.
Everything was progressing smoothly.
But even then—
I knew better than to trust fate completely.
Because reality had one cruel rule:
Anything that can go wrong… eventually will.
I stared silently at the combat data in front of me.
"…Which is exactly why I need to prepare for every possibility."