Ten years of training under Korin's guidance had transformed Lisette into something beyond mortal comprehension.
When she reached what would have been her mid-thirties, though her immortal body remained frozen at eleven years old, the ancient cat master delivered his final verdict.
"I have nothing more to teach you," Korin said, his whiskers twitching with what might have been pride or amusement. "You've mastered not only the martial arts, but the deeper mysteries of ki manipulation. There's nothing left for an old cat to show you."
It was true. Lisette could now sense the life energy flowing through every living thing, could shape her own ki into devastating attacks, and had even achieved the ultimate freedom of flight. Her graduation gift from Korin was a Nimbus Cloud, though he initially offered her the infamous dark cloud reserved for those with evil hearts.
"I can't ride that," she had protested, staring at the ominous black vapor.
"Hmm," Korin had mused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "You're right. Your heart isn't pure evil. Let's try the other one."
The golden Nimbus that materialized was far more agreeable, accepting her readily despite her occasional selfish motivations. Apparently, the cloud's standards were more flexible than the legends suggested, after all, she recalled that even Luffy, a self-proclaimed pirate, had ridden one in some crossover story.
But flight came naturally to her now, making the cloud more of a sentimental keepsake than a necessity. As she prepared for her next destination, the Nimbus seemed to droop sadly at being left behind.
I really should visit it more often, she thought guiltily.
Her trips home had become more frequent over the years, enabled by her newfound mobility. Her parents welcomed each visit with joy, though she could see the growing worry in their eyes as the decades passed and she remained unchanged while they aged. Some conversations were too painful to have, some truths too dangerous to share.
•~•
The Temple of Kami floated in dimensional space high above the clouds, tethered to the mortal world only by the mystical Power Pole that extended from Korin Tower. Legend spoke of barriers that repelled any approach except through the proper channel, even aircraft would be turned away by invisible forces.
Fortunately, the Power Pole remained in Korin's possession, years before it would pass to Master Roshi and eventually to Goku. The ancient staff stretched impossibly upward, piercing the boundary between dimensions and providing passage to the realm of gods.
As Lisette ascended the gleaming pole, she felt the air grow thinner and stranger, charged with divine energy that made her skin tingle. When she finally stepped onto the marble platform of the Lookout, she found herself in a place that existed partially outside normal reality—a sanctuary floating in endless sky.
The Guardian of Earth awaited her.
Kami stood tall and imposing, his green skin marking him as a Namekian, though that knowledge would remain secret for years to come. His ancient eyes held wisdom accumulated over centuries, and his flowing robes marked him as a being of divine authority.
What those same eyes did not expect was for his first visitor in decades to make such a peculiar request.
"Give me heavy clothes," Lisette said without preamble. "That's all I need."
The silence stretched for several heartbeats.
"...Heavy clothes?" Kami repeated slowly, as if the words might make more sense the second time. "Is that... all?"
"Yes, that's all."
The Guardian of Earth blinked. In all his centuries of existence, through wars and disasters and cosmic threats, no one had ever climbed to his sacred temple just to request a wardrobe change. Did this girl think his divine sanctuary was some kind of celestial clothing store?
Perhaps she's simple-minded, he thought charitably. Or perhaps this is some kind of test of my patience.
But as he studied her more closely, his divine senses revealed the truth. This was no ordinary girl. She was the first being in history to successfully gather all seven Dragon Balls and make a wish. The immortal who had achieved something no one else had even attempted. Her ki signature was vast and controlled, speaking of years of dedicated training.
And she had just asked him for clothes.
"I don't mind offering you training as well," Kami said carefully. "The divine arts have much to teach,"
"No thank you. I can already manipulate ki, so I just need to keep practicing on my own."
Self-taught ki manipulation, Kami marveled. In a girl barely past childhood. Remarkable.
If she wouldn't accept training, the least he could do was take her request seriously. After all, she bore Korin's bell as proof of her worthiness, marking her as a special guest who couldn't be sent away empty-handed.
"Very well," he said, his divine pride asserting itself. "If you want clothes, I'll create something truly special."
He studied her appearance with an artist's eye. The platinum hair that caught light like spun silver, skin so pale it seemed to glow with inner radiance, and those extraordinary golden eyes that held depths of knowledge beyond her apparent years. Her overall coloring was striking in its uniformity, all whites and golds that gave her an otherworldly appearance.
She looks like something out of a fairy tale, he realized. Like an angel or a celestial being.
Her current outfit, by contrast, was painfully mundane, practical traveling clothes that had seen too many roads and too much weather. If she was going to be the first Dragon Ball user in history, she deserved to look the part.
"This should suit you," Kami announced, weaving divine energy into creation.
The transformation was instantaneous. Lisette's worn clothes dissolved, replaced by a flowing white dress that seemed to billow even in still air. A pristine cape draped from her shoulders, and crystalline slippers materialized on her feet, shoes that sparkled like glass but felt sturdy as stone. Long white gloves extended past her elbows, and delicate wing-shaped ornaments settled into her hair.
The entire ensemble radiated purity and grace, making her appear every inch the celestial maiden her coloring suggested.
"It has an automatic repair function," Kami added with satisfaction. "And it's quite durable, the shoes are as hard as the Heavenly Stone, the strongest material on Earth."
What he didn't mention was the weight. The cape alone was nearly two hundred kilograms, with the shoes and gloves adding their own substantial mass.
Lisette took a few experimental steps and immediately began struggling with the billowing fabric.
"Um," she said diplomatically, "it's very beautiful, but it's difficult to move in. The cape keeps getting in the way."
"That's also training," Kami replied smoothly.
It was a lie, and they both knew it. Roughly eighty percent of the design was petty revenge for her casual dismissal of divine training in favor of a clothing request. Even gods could be petty when their pride was wounded.
Lisette's cheeks puffed out in obvious frustration as she wrestled with the voluminous fabric. Finally, she seemed to resign herself to the situation and attempted to remove the cape.
The moment it came away, she shrieked and clutched it back to her shoulders.
"If I take off the cape, my shoulders are exposed!" she protested, her face burning red. "This dress is completely inappropriate!"
"Hehehe," Kami chuckled, thoroughly pleased with his divine prank.
That's what you get for treating the Guardian of Earth like a shopkeeper, he thought smugly.
•~•
Many decades later...
The years blurred together in an endless cycle of training and wandering. After her parents passed away peacefully in their old age, a grief that cut deeper than any physical wound, Lisette abandoned her childhood home permanently. The world became her residence, every road her destination.
She found herself drawn to conflict, not out of heroism but out of hunger for combat experience. Tyrants fell before her fists, criminal organizations crumbled beneath her power, and corrupt nobles learned to fear the appearance of a white-clad figure in their domains.
The defeat of King Gurmes, whose greed had transformed him into a monstrous giant, took less than five minutes. A demonic cult's plan to destroy the sun was thwarted so thoroughly that their survivors fled the planet entirely. Each victory was swift, decisive, and utterly one-sided.
I'm not a hero, Lisette reminded herself after each intervention. I'm just looking for strong opponents to test myself against.
But the people she saved didn't care about her motivations. They saw only a beautiful girl in divine white who appeared in their darkest hours, brought salvation with otherworldly power, and departed without asking for reward or recognition.
The legend began small, whispers in villages, rumors in taverns, stories told by merchants traveling between towns. But legends have a way of growing, and the tale of the Dragon Heavenly Maiden spread across continents.
"She rides on golden clouds," the stories said. "Her power glows like starlight, and she never ages or changes."
The truth behind her abilities was far more mundane, though no less impressive.
Years of ki manipulation had led Lisette to attempt something ambitious: creating her own technique. If Master Roshi could invent the Kamehameha wave, if Crane School masters could develop the Dodon Ray, why couldn't she craft something original?
Her inspiration came from memories of the Kaio-ken technique, a method of multiplying one's power by forcing ki to circulate at dangerous speeds throughout the body. It was reckless, potentially fatal, and exactly the kind of dramatic boost she needed to compete with the universe's elite fighters.
What emerged from her experimentation was both familiar and utterly unique.
Instead of the Kaio-ken's fierce red aura, Lisette's technique manifested as cascading waves of pristine white energy. Snow-white particles danced around her transformed form, and her entire body radiated gentle but unmistakable divine light. The effect was hauntingly beautiful, like watching an angel prepare for battle.
"Why does it have to look so... holy?" she had groaned after her first successful activation. "I was going for intimidating, not sanctified!"
Multiple attempts to alter the appearance only made it more radiant, more ethereal, more impossibly divine. Eventually, she gave up trying to change it and focused on perfecting the technique's function.
The results exceeded her wildest hopes. Strength, speed, energy output—everything doubled while the technique was active. Better still, the intense strain served as incredible training, forcing her ki reserves to expand with each use.
But the visual impact was undeniable. When she used the technique in combat, she literally glowed with heavenly light, her white dress and cape flowing in energy-generated winds while particles of radiance fell around her like snow.
To observers, it looked like divine intervention made manifest.
•~•
A century later...
By the time Lisette realized what she had accidentally created, it was far too late to stop it.
The Dragon Heavenly Maiden had become more than a legend, she was the focal point of an entire religious movement. Temples bore her image, priests preached her virtues, and followers across the world gathered to worship the immortal saint who protected the innocent.
The situation reached peak absurdity when two rival sects went to war over theological disputes. Armies of thousands clashed across battlefields, tanks rolled across sacred grounds, and artillery shells flew in the name of religious doctrine.
The cause of their conflict? Whether the Dragon Heavenly Maiden's underwear was white or pink.
"This is insane," Lisette muttered, staring at a bronze statue of herself that had been erected in the main temple. The sculptor had taken considerable artistic license, depicting her with a serene smile and outstretched hands as if blessing the faithful.
She looked nothing like that. She didn't feel like that. She was just a girl who wanted to explore the universe and had gotten very good at punching things.
When she returned to the Lookout to confront Kami about the whole mess, she found the Guardian of Earth barely containing his laughter.
"It's been decades since I laughed so hard," he wheezed, wiping tears from his ancient eyes. "A religious war over the color of divine undergarments! The creativity of mortals never ceases to amaze me."
Lisette punched him.
Not hard enough to cause injury, her control was too precise for accidents, but firmly enough to express her displeasure with his amusement.
"This is your fault," she accused. "If you hadn't made this ridiculous dress, none of this would have happened!"
"My fault?" Kami straightened his robes with wounded dignity. "I merely provided appropriate attire for someone of your... unique status. How was I to know you'd accidentally start a religion?"
The worst part was that the whole situation was so ridiculous that even reality seemed to be treating it as a cosmic joke. During the religious war, the laws of physics had apparently shifted into comedy mode, tanks exploded harmlessly, leaving drivers charred but uninjured; weapons misfired in slapstick fashion; and soldiers tripped over their own feet at crucial moments.
Not a single person had actually died in the "holy war," despite the thousands of participants and military-grade weaponry involved. It was as if the universe itself was laughing.
"For the record," Lisette said, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, "it's neither white nor pink. Both sides are completely wrong."
Kami's renewed laughter echoed across the Lookout, carrying on the wind to the world below where mortals continued their earnest theological debates about the undergarments of their accidental goddess.
Some problems, Lisette realized, were too absurd to solve through force alone.
•~•
[Author's Notes]
The comedy elements reflect the early Dragon Ball period, where slapstick physics and cartoon logic often prevented serious harm during conflicts. Even religious warfare becomes a source of harmless comedy in this universe.
For those wondering: the correct answer to the great theological debate shall remain a mystery.