Goku's True Identity

The first rays of morning sunlight streamed through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the mess scattered across the room.

A custom-tailored dress worth a fortune hung from the chandelier, half the bedsheet dragged along the floor, and the blanket was bundled up like a cocoon, tucked into the corner of the bed.

Krillin opened his eyes, feeling refreshed.

This was another hidden perk of the "Saitama Template"—absolute vitality.

No matter how intense the "training" from the night before, he woke up the next day like a fully charged battery, without a trace of fatigue.

He glanced at the "cocoon" beside him. Bulma was still fast asleep, a few ambiguous red marks visible on her exposed shoulder.

She was sleeping deeply, breathing evenly, clearly exhausted from last night's "Human Creation Project."

Krillin got up quietly, careful not to disturb her.

He walked to the balcony and took a deep breath of the fresh morning air.

Even though he didn't need to breathe to survive anymore, he still enjoyed this feeling of being alive.

"System, report the data," he thought silently.

[Ding! The first phase of the S-Rank Mission "Human Creation Project" has been overfulfilled.]

[Detected that the host has not only advanced bravely in combat but has also been exceptionally vigorous in the great cause of procreation, performing with remarkable prowess.]

[Female lead Bulma's Affection: MAX (Locked, unwavering unto death).]

[Stamina Test Result: Infinite (Saitama Template trait).]

[Rewards Obtained:]

All stats +500.

Saitama Template integration increased to 30%.

[Current Panel Data:]

[Strength: 4000 (MAX - Limit Broken)]

[Speed: 4000 (MAX - Limit Broken)]

[Constitution: 4000 (MAX - Limit Broken)]

[Spirit: 4000 (MAX - Limit Broken)]

Charm: 160 (Universal-Level Heartthrob)

Special Abilities: Starry Sky Adaptation, Serious Series, Instant Transmission, Godly Healing.

Krillin raised an eyebrow.

Five hundred points of strength in just one night?

That was faster than a whole day in the Gravity Room!

It seemed that while this activity was enjoyable, the boost to his power was very real.

"What are you grinning about?"

A lazy voice came from behind him.

Krillin turned around to see Bulma standing by the sliding door, wearing a loose men's shirt, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

The shirt hung loosely on her, giving off a unique kind of allure.

Her walk was a bit awkward, clearly worn out from the night before.

"Good morning, Mrs. Bulma." Krillin walked over and naturally wrapped an arm around her waist. "I was thinking about what we should name our child."

Bulma yawned, leaning her head against his chest, her voice soft and drowsy.

"I've already decided. If it's a boy, we'll call him Trunks. If it's a girl... well, I'll think of something later."

"..."

Krillin thought to himself, That name absolutely cannot happen.

She suddenly lifted her head, looking at him with some suspicion.

"By the way, yesterday you said 'to prepare for a future crisis.' What crisis exactly?"

"Didn't you already drive King Piccolo away? With your strength now, who on Earth could be your opponent?"

Krillin's smile faded slightly.

He stared at the distant sky, his gaze growing deep.

"Bulma, do you think we're alone in the universe?"

"Of course not. That Piccolo guy was an alien, wasn't he?" Bulma shrugged.

"That's right. But there are things far more terrifying than Piccolo."

Krillin said in a low voice.

"Goku... isn't from Earth either."

"Huh?!"

Bulma snapped awake instantly, her eyes wide as saucers.

"Are you kidding me?"

"He does have a tail, and his appetite is terrifying, plus he turns into a giant ape on full-moon nights... wait."

Bulma's voice trailed off. As a genius scientist, she'd just never thought about it that way before.

Now that Krillin had pointed it out, all the clues clicked together in an instant.

"That's right, he's a Saiyan—a battle-hungry race that specializes in planetary invasion and trade."

Krillin's words hit like a bombshell.

"And in the near future, his Clan Members will come to Earth looking for him.

Every single one of them has the power to destroy this planet."

Bulma's face went pale. She gripped Krillin's clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white.

"Then... what do we do? Does Goku know?"

"He doesn't know yet. Don't tell anyone for now. That idiot only cares about eating and training."

"Let him relax for a while. Let him rest."

Krillin patted her back, soothing her.

"But don't worry. That's exactly why I wished to get stronger, why I've been training like crazy."

He raised his fist and clenched it in the sunlight.

"No matter if it's Saiyans or some cosmic emperor—if they dare to wreck my life, if they dare to hurt you..."

"I'll blast them into dust with one punch."

Krillin's words carried an absolute confidence.

It wasn't blind arrogance, but the calm composure built on overwhelming strength.

Bulma looked at this noseless man and suddenly felt an incredible sense of safety.

This was the man she'd chosen.

Goofy on the surface, but more reliable than anyone when it counted.

"In that case..."

Bulma's eyes sparkled as a sly grin spread across her face.

She stood on her tiptoes, leaned close to Krillin's ear, and blew a warm breath.

"If the enemy's that strong, then for the sake of Earth's peace... should we... put in a little more effort?"