Bulma?

Wang Yang's figure flickered incessantly; with every flash, he appeared on a brand-new planet.

Ever since mastering Instant Transmission and gaining the ability to survive in the vacuum of space, Wang Yang had completely let himself go, constantly tracking life signatures across the universe and warping toward them.

On this day, Wang Yang arrived silently on a water-blue planet, where a gentle breeze blew, carrying the intoxicating scent of flowers.

Wang Yang immediately sensed that this was a habitable world.

Stepping onto the smooth ground, Wang Yang looked around to find a bustling street lined with numerous shops selling delicacies, clothing, and jewelry.

Seeing people around him in the same human form as himself, Wang Yang immediately broke into a smile. After witnessing all sorts of bizarre life forms in the universe, seeing human faces felt exceptionally comforting.

A rich, savory aroma wafted over from nearby.

Gurgle!

As a Saiyan with a bottomless appetite, Wang Yang's stomach began to drum the moment he smelled the delicious food, and his mouth flooded with saliva.

"Bring me one of everything on the menu!"

Wang Yang walked into a luxuriously decorated restaurant and shouted impatiently the moment his left foot crossed the threshold.

"May I ask how many are in your party, sir?" The manager's eyes lit up; this was a big spender.

"Just me, hurry up with the food!" Wang Yang smiled slightly.

"Our restaurant has over a hundred dishes. Can you really finish all that by yourself?" The manager eyed the sturdy young man up and down with suspicion.

You might have a solid build, but I don't believe you can finish all that. If you do, I'll do a handstand while having diarrhea.

"No need to worry, just bring it out!" Wang Yang waved his hand. Saiyans were naturally big eaters; consuming several times their body weight in food was never an issue. Furthermore, he was constantly tempering his body, which kept his blood energy extremely vigorous and his demand for sustenance even higher.

Often, the food was digested the moment it hit his stomach.

"Alright then!" Since the customer insisted, the manager didn't mind. After all, there were plenty of eccentrics in the world; some people even ordered food just to take photos without eating a bite.

Before long, dish after dish of colorful, fragrant, and delicious food was brought to the table.

Aromatic roast suckling pig, braised rooster, crispy grilled red snapper, teppanyaki squid, fresh salmon sashimi...

Seeing these familiar yet foreign delicacies, Wang Yang's eyes lit up.

He reached out, tore off a large pig trotter, and began to eat. Since he wasn't on the verge of starvation, he ate quite civilly; though his speed was fast, he lacked the crudeness others might display.

Many people in the restaurant stopped what they were doing to watch Wang Yang devour an entire roast suckling pig by himself, some with their jaws nearly hitting the floor.

At a window seat, a woman gazed into the distance, having barely touched the food on her own table.

She wore a white outfit that revealed her long, slender legs, and her curvaceous figure drew frequent glances from passersby.

After finishing the roast suckling pig, Wang Yang wiped the grease from the corners of his mouth and was about to call for another one when he caught sight of the woman by the window and couldn't help but freeze.

The woman had delicate features, vibrant red lips, shoulder-length blue-green hair, and wore a pair of pink earrings, looking beautiful and moving.

Watching her profile, Wang Yang suddenly felt a sense of familiarity, a feeling of lost youth welling up in his heart.

Haven't I never been to this planet before? Why does this woman give me such a strange feeling?

Could this be the feeling of first love?

Wang Yang felt his long-dormant heart beating rapidly, with deep-seated emotions beginning to stir.

He was smitten with this woman.

He continued to eat while glancing at her from time to time. Combining his past and present lives, he was already around forty years old.

He had been alone all these years. Aside from the humans on the Blue-Green Planet, the people on this world were the only ones who looked so much like him. It would be a lie to say he wasn't moved upon seeing such a beautiful woman; he had no intention of being a bachelor for his entire life.

Miss Wuhua, our fate has reached its end; may we never meet again!

"Beautiful lady, my name is Wang Yang. Could we get to know each other?" Wang Yang finished the last bowl of chicken soup, straightened his appearance, and walked over to the woman with a smile.

Happiness had to be fought for; if he didn't take the initiative, was he supposed to wait for her to chase him?

In his past life, he had always fantasized about his dream girl chasing him—a desire born of insecurity—which ultimately resulted in nothing but the loyal companionship of Miss Wuhua for his entire life.

Possessing great power, he had finally regained his confidence in this life. He was no longer insecure, and even if he had nothing at this moment, he would not feel inferior.

"I don't think that's necessary. I have a boyfriend," the woman said with a slight smile as she looked at his chiseled face.

Being pursued by a handsome man made her feel quite proud. If she were single, she would have been happy to get to know him, but since she was already taken, she could only reject his advances.

"..."

Wang Yang was left speechless. He had finally felt a whim of attraction toward a girl, only to find out she had a boyfriend. What kind of luck was this!

Was he destined to grow old alone?

Depressed, Wang Yang grabbed a braised pork knuckle from the woman's table and took a bite, as if venting his frustration.

He was only a little bit dejected, not truly heartbroken; after all, he had only been attracted to her beauty at first sight.

It seems there's a girl on the Blue-Green Planet who still thinks of me. She's an adult now; I wonder if she still remembers me... It's been many years since I left, and I miss Uncle War Emperor.

Wang Yang's thoughts drifted as he muttered to himself.

"You look a lot like a friend of mine," the woman said, her gaze shifting toward him.

"Oh? I wonder in what way?" Wang Yang mumbled, his voice unclear.

"He eats just as much as you do!" The woman glanced at the table, now wiped clean of everything but bones.

"Is that so? What's his name, then?" Wang Yang asked casually.

"His name is Son Goku. Not only can he eat a lot, but he's also incredibly powerful—he's currently the strongest person in the world." The woman smiled softly. King Piccolo had plagued the world, leaving everyone helpless, but in the end, it was Son Goku who defeated him. If he wasn't the strongest in the world, then who was?

Son Goku!

Wang Yang suddenly stopped what he was doing. He chewed slowly, then looked up to study the woman opposite him with a serious expression; the more he looked, the more familiar she seemed.

Wang Yang had a hunch—she was likely Bulma.

Could I have arrived on Earth? Wang Yang muttered to himself, though it wasn't particularly strange; he had obtained the coordinates for a planet in the universe and had been heading toward Earth's location all along.

"That's not necessarily true. Now that I'm here, I am the strongest in the world," Wang Yang said, lifting his chin slightly with a confident tone.

As a Saiyan, this level of confidence was mandatory.