Ten Years

Ever since Wang Yang had learned Broly's Protective Barrier, he could travel through the universe whenever he wanted. Instead, he had settled down and focused on training, steadily raising his battle power.

Time flowed on, and in the blink of an eye, ten years had passed.

Deep beneath the ocean, a trench plunged so far down that sunlight could barely reach it. Darkness surrounded everything.

A figure glowing blue threw punches and kicks across the ocean floor, performing all kinds of difficult training exercises. The currents surged and churned, and a colossal whirlpool formed on the surface.

Even under pressure so immense it was almost unimaginable, Wang Yang's movements remained unaffected.

If anyone had seen Wang Yang then, they would have noticed that his skin trembled with every movement he made.

The energy stimulating the 365 points on his body sent waves of warmth through him, strengthening his physique.

Combining internal and external cultivation—over the past ten years, Wang Yang had integrated the training methods he had learned on the planet with the knowledge he already possessed. He trained his body while using his own energy to temper his physique, making his progress astonishingly fast.

With no ties to hold him back and no distractions on his mind, he immersed himself every day in the thrill of growing stronger.

The simple, uncomplicated life he had led these past years had made him less calculating and ambitious than he had been in his previous life.

He had climbed the planet's highest peak and trained in the freezing cold. He had entered a volcano's crater and let its scorching heat bake his body.

Just then, an enormous golden fish swam over from the distance and opened its jaws to swallow Wang Yang, who was glowing blue.

Just as it was about to bite him, a smile appeared at the corner of Wang Yang's mouth. In an instant, he appeared on the fish's back, clamped his legs around its body, and took control of it, making it swim from the ocean floor toward the surface.

Splash!

The golden fish carried Wang Yang out of the water, then continued upward, soaring higher and higher into the sky.

Wang Yang had grown into a young man. He had sharp brows and bright eyes, and his hair stood straight up, with two distinctive locks hanging over his forehead. He wore loose, white, tight-fitting pants, leaving his upper body bare. His muscles were perfectly defined, pleasing to the eye.

Water droplets slid over his bronze muscles, sparkling in the sunlight.

The giant fish's eyes were filled with panic as it hung in midair. It couldn't control its body; all it could do was thrash its tail desperately, as if hoping to break free that way.

Wang Yang landed on the ground, killed the fish, and lit a fire. Then he enjoyed a hearty meal.

Once he was full, he clenched his fists and gradually unleashed his energy.

"Ha!"

Wang Yang let out a mighty shout. His eyes blazed, and his hair stirred in the wind. A white aura enveloped his body as sand and stones flew around him. The trees nearby trembled and bent under the force of his power, their trunks creaking as if they could barely withstand it.

"It's Master!"

"He's so strong. The gap between us and Master keeps growing."

People across the planet raised their heads and looked toward the east, where the sun was rising.

"So powerful! Is this Master's strength?" A handsome young man stood above the palace, gazing in astonishment toward the East Sea.

"Brother! Is that Brother Yang's energy? Take me to him right away!" A beautiful young woman in court dress stood below the palace, lifting her skirt as she called up to the young man.

"Yue'er, I call him Master, so you should too." The young man leaped down and rubbed his nose.

"I don't care. I never bowed to him and became his disciple." Yue'er wrinkled her nose slightly and huffed.

"..."

The young man was at a loss for words.

"Take me to him already. I haven't seen Brother Yang in ages." Yue'er clung to her brother's arm and pleaded.

"Well... Master said he wanted to train and that we shouldn't bother him unless it was important." Zhan Hao looked troubled.

"Are you taking me to him or not? If you won't, I'll go by myself." Yue'er stamped her foot and slowly rose into the air.

"Hey, hey, hey! At this rate, it'll take you forever to get there!" Zhan Hao reached out toward her retreating figure, then finally followed her with a helpless sigh. He had to protect his little sister properly. Even if he lost an arm or a leg, he had to take care of her. If he failed, the usually mild-mannered War Emperor would be furious and tear into him.

Feeling the vast, abyssal power surging through him, Wang Yang clenched his fists and smiled faintly.

"I wonder what my battle power is now." Wang Yang chuckled. He was certain, though, that his battle power was nothing like it had been ten years ago. He was at least a hundred times stronger.

Maybe his bloodline was extraordinary, or maybe it was because of his body-tempering technique. Either way, he had encountered no bottlenecks in his training, and his strength had shot up like a rocket.

"That crybaby should have just reached triple digits by now, right?" Wang Yang thought, looking rather pleased with himself.

But when he thought of those second-generation kids who could transform into Legendary Super Saiyans at six or seven years old, he realized he didn't have much to be proud of after all. The smile slowly faded from his face.

"I wonder when I'll be able to transform into a Legendary Super Saiyan." Wang Yang mused. As a Saiyan, how could he not yearn for that transformation?

But transforming into a Legendary Super Saiyan seemed to require extreme anger, followed by maintaining one's composure. Wang Yang could easily remain calm, but he couldn't figure out how to reach that point of extreme anger.

Sitting cross-legged in midair, Wang Yang stroked his chin and pondered.

"Whatever. As long as my base battle power keeps increasing, it doesn't matter whether I transform sooner or later." Wang Yang couldn't figure it out after thinking for a long time, so he could only console himself.

Suddenly, Wang Yang's expression shifted. He looked toward the distant sky and saw two figures gradually coming into view.

"What brings you two here?" Wang Yang looked at his number-one underling and eldest disciple. He was the War Emperor's son, Zhan Hao.

"Uh... I hadn't seen you in days, Master, and I missed you. Then I sensed you gathering your energy, so I came over to see you." Zhan Hao grinned, his gaze occasionally flicking toward Yue'er beside him.

Wang Yang understood. He circled Zhan Hao once, nodding and shaking his head as he went.

"Master, whatever you have to say, just say it. You're making me nervous." Under Wang Yang's scrutiny, Zhan Hao grew uneasy.

"You seem to have been slacking off lately." Wang Yang stroked his chin and eyed him suspiciously.

"No, I haven't. I feel like my strength has improved a lot. By your standards, I should have a battle power of fifty." Zhan Hao waved his hand and laughed nervously.

"That's not true. Ever since you got married, Brother, I hardly ever see you get up early to train." Yue'er took the chance to pile on.

"Haha! I just remembered something I need to do. I'm off!" Unable to keep a straight face, Zhan Hao hurriedly flew away.

"Love between men and women is only natural. What's there to be embarrassed about?" Wang Yang said with a laugh. Everyone had the right to live the way they wanted. He couldn't expect them all to put training first, like he did.

"Brother Yang is absolutely right. Love between men and women is only natural." A faint blush appeared on Yue'er's fair face. Had Brother Yang finally realized how she felt? Was he no longer completely absorbed in training?

At her age, many girls were already married and had children.