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Horii adjusted his glasses, his voice filled with scientific intrigue. "So that's the mechanical breakdown of it. Baby's parasitic form expanded in tandem with Vegeta's transformation into the Golden Great Ape.
But when Vegeta's body suddenly reverted and shrunk, Baby couldn't compress his mass quickly enough to match. To avoid being crushed by the literal pressure of Vegeta's internal organs, he had no choice but to evacuate the host."
Tien Shinhan nodded, his three eyes scanning the tactical implications. "Son Goku's battlefield intuition is unparalleled. To force a separation like that requires a level of precision most warriors couldn't dream of."
Duanmu Yan chimed in via the bullet screen, his text flashing across the dimensional rift. "It's consistent with his history. Remember when Cell was about to self-destruct? Goku was the only one who processed the threat and found a solution in seconds, even if it cost him his life. No matter how you look at it, Son Goku is a tactical genius."
Across the multiverse, those who knew the Saiyan best—Bulma, Krillin, and the rest of the Z-Fighters—couldn't help but smirk. Is Goku clever? Certainly, but only when there's a shockwave involved. His Ki-sensing and combat intelligence were god-tier, but in everyday life, he was still the same man who couldn't understand a bank account or a grocery list.
"Hey, @Vegeta!" Yamcha typed jokingly. "Goku just saved your skin again! Aren't you going to thank him?"
Vegeta stared at the screen, his brow furrowing as his pride burned. He ignored the message entirely. In his mind, being rescued by Kakarot was a fate more humiliating than death. A Prince of Saiyans being pulled from the brink by a low-class warrior was a stain on his Royal bloodline that no victory could wash away.
Zhang Chulan scratched his head, looking puzzled. "I'm still trying to gauge the power ceiling here. Was Baby actually stronger than Vegeta, or was it the combination that was the problem? It took Super Saiyan 4 just to tip the scales."
Kurosaki Ichigo gripped the hilt of his Zanpakuto, his eyes narrowed. "It's similar to a hollowfication or a forced fusion. By possessing Vegeta, Baby hijacked a Saiyan's latent potential and added his own parasitic Ki on top of it. But if you strip away the possession, I don't think either of them could stand toe-to-toe with Goku's individual strength."
"That makes sense," Uzumaki Naruto added, leaning forward. "Goku's base floor is just on another level."
Kakashi, however, looked contemplative. "Is it just me, or did this battle feel... shorter? The previous records seemed more grueling. The pacing here is different."
Tien Shinhan replied, "Perhaps that is the nature of this parallel timeline. Transformations like Super Saiyan 4 are reached through explosive, singular moments of crisis rather than the slow burn we've seen elsewhere."
Li Haotian's eyes gleamed with curiosity. "If the progression continues, does that mean there's a Super Saiyan 5 waiting in the wings?"
The sentiment echoed through the various dimensions. It was a logical progression: 1, 2, 3, 4... surely 5 was the next peak. However, Akira, watching from his transmigrator's vantage point, knew the truth. Super Saiyan 5 was a phantom of fan-made legends, a myth born of "Dragon Ball AF" that had no place in the official archives. While the GT timeline was often debated among fans, it remained an official Toei production. Super Saiyan 4 was the definitive end of that particular evolutionary branch. Akira had no intention of including fan-fiction in his cosmic broadcast; the reality of the Saiyans was already terrifying enough.
On the screen, Baby's translucent, parasitic form fled Earth in a desperate spaceship, his thoughts already consumed by visions of a future revenge. But the Saiyan standing on the battlefield had no intention of leaving loose ends. With a roar that shook the firmament, Goku unleashed a massive Kamehameha. The blue surge of energy swallowed the ship whole, propelling Baby directly into the heart of the sun. The intense gravitational heat and solar flares ensured that not a single cell remained to regenerate.
"The chronicle of Super Saiyan 4 concludes here," the narrator's voice boomed, grounding the viewers as technical data began to overlay the imagery. "Now, we examine the most vital data point: the power amplification multiplier. This form represents the final Saiyan transformation with a quantifiable numerical scale."
The multiverse went silent. The screens displayed the evolution: the Golden Great Ape, the primal roar, and the eventual condensation into the crimson-furred humanoid warrior.
"Super Saiyan 4 is the result of a Saiyan mastering the power of the Golden Great Ape. Consider it the multiplier of Super Saiyan 3 applied to the ten-fold boost of the Great Ape transformation. This brings the total power output of Super Saiyan 4 to four thousand times that of the user's base state."
The revelation hit like a physical weight. Four thousand times?
Even for the high-tier entities watching, the math was staggering. In their worlds, a ten percent increase in efficiency could decide a war. But the Saiyans weren't dealing in percentages; they were dealing in exponential leaps. Super Saiyan 1 was a fifty-fold increase. Super Saiyan 2 doubled that to one hundred. Super Saiyan 3 quadrupled it to four hundred. And now, Super Saiyan 4 had jumped the shark, landing at a terrifying 4,000x multiplier.
The viewers tried to comprehend it. If Goku's base strength could already shatter mountains, what did it mean to multiply that by four thousand? The scale of the Dragon Ball world was revealed to be a realm of monsters where the "strongest" in other universes would be nothing more than collateral damage.
"And remember," the narrator teased, "Super Saiyan 4 is the last form with a clear multiplier. The transformations that follow transcend mere arithmetic."
The implication was chilling. Were the upcoming forms so powerful that numbers became meaningless? Could a mortal truly harbor that much Ki without unraveling the fabric of space?
In Universe 7, within the silent, purple-hued realm of the God of Destruction, Beerus let out a long, disappointed sigh. He had been watching closely, hoping to see the "Super Saiyan God" from his prophetic dream.
"If the path leads to Super Saiyan 5 next," Beerus muttered, leaning back against a decorative pillar, "then the 'God' form I saw might not be a transformation at all. It seems these Saiyans are evolving in a completely different direction."
He looked toward Whis, his golden eyes reflecting the flickering images of the screen. The mystery of the Saiyan potential was growing deeper, and even a God of Destruction was starting to feel the pressure of their infinite climb.