About six months had passed after Pepkorn laid out his plan to the others. During those six months, Baezel relayed his worries to his fellow Grand Battlers. They subsequently began to train harder than ever before, but the first thing that any of them did was Draft going to the realm of the Kaioshin to unlock his potential. Upon waking up, he headed straight for the bathroom to prepare himself. He showered, brushed his teeth and lotioned his face (so that it would not be dry), and checked his closet for his best outfit. Luckily for him, he happened to have the suit and 300 Zeni tie that he bought for when he tried to get a job interview. It didn't quite work out. But regardless, he took it off the hanger and got to work with ironing. Radichio, who had been downstairs in the kitchen to make coffee, was rather confused.
"Uh...Draft, is there any particular reason that you're ironing a suit and tie?" he inquired. "Are you going to a funeral or something?" He was confused; he had never seen Draft acting in such a hurry to iron some damn clothes!
"No, I'm not going to some random oaf's funeral, but I'm going to be seeing someone very important today, and I need to look my sharpest for the occasion!" Draft replied, as he quickly ironed the clothing articles. Once he let them cool off, he immediately went upstairs to do his hair, combing it and making it slicked back and shiny. He put on his leather loafer shoes, and immediately started flying towards Baezel's house. For some reason, he was in Super Saiyan God as he was training. Baezel was fighting two ki constructs, that looked like Pepkorn. They were purple-colored, and were twice as strong as Baezel in strength. He had been battling with the ki structure for what seemed like a long time, since his uniform was in tatters and he was bruised.
The constructs pointed two hands at him, and fired a barrage of one-handed ki blasts at him. Baezel blocked the majority of the blasts, but they had burned off his wristbands at this point. He was getting exhausted; he needed to destroy them now. Draft called out to him, and Baezel turned his head. This allowed one of the ki constructs to jab him in the cheek, making Baezel fall to the ground. He made the ki constructs go away, as he then decided to go over and talk to his friend.
"Jesus, dude, you look horrible...anyways, I need you to teleport me to the Kaioshin's planet. I have something important to do there, and I'm probably gonna be gone for the entire day," Draft told him.
"Dude, I barely remember the Kaioshin's ki signature. It's been five and a half years since I last saw him, and I only ever saw him once," Baezel replied. "But, I guess I can ask God to take us to Other World, so that I can try to take you to the Kaioshin." Putting two fingers on his forehead and teleporting to God, he requested that he take them to Other World. He did as asked, with only two taps of his staff.
The pair of warriors were now in the vast expanse of Other World once again, for the first time in at least five years. Sensing around for the Kaioshin's ki, Baezel managed to lock onto it and motioned for Draft to grab on. He did so, and in an instant, they were on the Kaioshin's planet once more.
"Er...do I know you two?" the god asked. "Of course you do! It's me, Baezel! Remember? The one who fought Zendoria?" Baezel reminded him.
"Ah. My mistake. It's good to see you, Baezel. What brings you here?"
"My friend here would like to unlock his potential. Can you do that for him?" he asked.
"Well, the first thing that you'd need to do would be to train with the Z Sword. It's over there, on that - ", the Kaioshin said. As he was about to finish his sentence, while pointing to the rock upon which the Z Sword was embedded in, Baezel already had the sword in hand. "...rock."
Baezel and Draft were now on the rock with the Z Sword in it. He stepped aside, letting Draft clasp the hilt. The cyborg put his two hands on it, and began to pull. No matter how much he strained, he couldn't pull the sword out.
Draft gritted his teeth, his muscles bulging as he strained to pull the Z Sword from the stone. The immense weight of the legendary blade resisted his efforts, and despite his considerable strength, it remained firmly lodged in the rock. Sweat dripped down his face as he poured all his ki into the attempt.
Baezel watched, his expression a mix of anticipation and encouragement. The Z Sword had proven to be a challenge for even the strongest beings in the universe, and the fact that Draft, a powerful warrior in his own right, couldn't easily extract it only added to its mystique.
With a final heave, Draft gave it his all, muscles tensed, and for a moment, it seemed like the sword might budge. However, with a resounding thud, it remained unmoved, firmly embedded in the stone.
"Damn it," Draft muttered, stepping back and wiping the sweat from his brow. "This thing is heavier than it looks."
Baezel chuckled. "Well, you gave it a good try. Let me have a go at it."
Draft stepped aside, allowing Baezel to approach the Z Sword. With a focused gaze, Baezel grasped the hilt and, like Draft, began the arduous task of trying to pull the legendary weapon free. He strained, muscles rippling with effort, but the Z Sword held its ground.
As Baezel continued to struggle, Draft looked on, a thoughtful expression on his face. Then, with a confident grin, he stepped forward. "Alright, enough of this. Watch and learn, my friend."
Draft's body erupted in a golden aura as he transformed into his Super Human form. The ki surrounding him crackled with power as he approached the Z Sword with newfound strength. With a single, fluid motion, Draft gripped the hilt and effortlessly pulled the sword from the stone as if it were a mere twig.
Both Baezel and the Kaioshin looked on in awe. It was a sight rarely witnessed — a mortal, even one as powerful as Draft, pulling the Z Sword from its age-old resting place.
The Kaioshin's eyes widened. "Well, I'll be damned. A mortal pulling out the Z Sword. This is unprecedented."
Draft held the Z Sword aloft, feeling its weight and power. "This is incredible. What's next?"
The Kaioshin, still recovering from the surprise, motioned for them to follow. "Come with me. We'll begin your training."
The trio moved to a spacious training ground. The Kaioshin conjured a massive block of katchin, a material known for its extreme durability. "Try slicing this in half with the Z Sword. Focus your ki into the blade."
Draft nodded, his eyes locked onto the target. With a swift motion, he brought the Z Sword down on the katchin block. The impact sent shockwaves through the area, but to everyone's surprise, the katchin remained intact. The Z Sword, however...shattered into pieces. The Kaioshin, Kibito, Baezel and Draft were ALL shocked. This sword was supposed to be legendary; how the hell did it break?!
But it seemed that there was a new person that came out of it. He looked like a Kaioshin, but very old. Nobody knew who this guy was, but it turns out that he was the Old Kaioshin, from fifteen generations ago. "I'm sorry, who...are you?" the Kaioshin asked. "What? Can't you take a look at me? I'm a Kaioshin! From fifteen generations ago," the old man said. "And frankly, I'm grateful for being freed from that accursed thing. That jerk, Beerus, kept me in that sword for 75 million years!"
"If you're the old Kaioshin, you must be a strong one!" Baezel said. He sensed the Old Kaioshin's ki signature, and then frowned. "Never mind, you're barely stronger than Freeza."
The Old Kaioshin chuckled, a raspy sound that hinted at both wisdom and weariness. "Well, I might not be the powerhouse I once was, but I've got my fair share of tricks up my sleeve. Thanks for the compliment, by the way."
Draft scratched his head, still holding the shattered remnants of the Z Sword. "So, what just happened? Why did the Z Sword break?"
The Kaioshin exchanged a knowing look with the Old Kaioshin. "It seems the Z Sword's true power has been unleashed. It was not meant to be a tool for cutting or slicing; instead, it harbored the Old Kaioshin within. By freeing him, you've unlocked a different kind of potential."
Baezel and Draft exchanged confused glances. "So, no legendary sword techniques or anything?" Draft asked.
The Old Kaioshin grinned. "Who needs sword techniques when you've got an old Kaioshin at your side? I can unlock your potential in a day or two."
Draft's eyes lit up with excitement. "That's just what I came here for! By the way, do you like my formal wear?"
The Old Kaioshin nodded. "Ya look good, kid. Now, sit down and let's get started. We're gonna be here for a while."
And so, Draft sat down on the grass, as the Old Kaioshin performed a strange ritual around him. He...was dancing? Right. Baezel, the Kaioshin and Kibito were all confused, but they just went with it. Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes turned to hours. As the ritual progressed, Draft found himself oscillating between mild amusement and growing boredom. The rhythmic dance, combined with the droning incantations, created a surreal atmosphere. The hours stretched on, and Draft began to fidget, his cyborg nature not particularly conducive to extended periods of inactivity.
Baezel, on the other hand, had succumbed to the lull of the surroundings and drifted into a peaceful slumber. The Kaioshin occasionally glanced at him, a wry smile playing on his lips as he recognized the toll the training had taken on the Grand Battler.
Amidst the seemingly endless ritual, the Old Kaioshin maintained his focus, his eyes occasionally flicking towards Draft. The energy in the air became palpable, indicating a transformation was underway.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the Old Kaioshin ceased his dance. Draft, who had been on the verge of nodding off, snapped back to attention. The Kaioshin and Kibito observed intently, uncertain of what the outcome might be. Kibito shook Baezel awake, who woke up and turned to Draft. He had sensed that his ki was FAR stronger than it was previously. Looks like this ritual was legit!
The Old Kaioshin approached Draft with a sagely nod. "There you go, lad. Your potential has been unlocked."
Draft stood up, feeling a subtle but profound shift in his being. His senses seemed heightened, and an unseen energy pulsed within him. "So, what now? Do I get a fancy new form or something?"
"You can just power up like you're going into that Super form of yours, kid!" The Old Kaioshin urged. Draft smirked, and got up. He clasped his fists, and opened his mouth. His yelling was quiet, but the volume slowly increased. His voice was starting to raise, as was his strength. He then let out a ferocious roar, launching everyone back several miles. Even Baezel had to use Super Saiyan 4 to stop himself. He was now fourteen miles away from his friend. Draft had a white aura, spiked-up hair, and a fiercer look to his eyes. Electricity danced around his body, and his ki seemed as though it was 16,000 times higher than it had been before. Draft was now one of the most powerful warriors in the universe, that was not fused, dead or in a god form. He would never regret this new power of his...
Meanwhile, in Hell, Pepkorn's ki sensing tingled with an ominous awareness. The surge of ki from Draft, echoing across realms, reached even the desolate landscapes of the underworld. Pepkorn's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and urgency.
"Was that Draft's ki that I sensed?!" Nori shouted. "How the hell did he get so strong that quickly?!"
"I don't know what they're doing, but the time for my grand plan is being rescheduled thanks to this. I need to get this done now, before anyone else gets ridiculously strong." Pepkorn was genuinely worried. Draft, the one that he least expected to become so powerful, was now one of his biggest threats. The former Saiyan warrior was worried that his plan would be dead on arrival before it could really start. What would he do?