Wang Sheng

Spring turned to autumn; five years had passed since the last World Martial Arts Tournament.

"Wang Yang, why hasn't Goku come to find you lately?" Bulma asked curiously, watching Wang Yang walk out of the gravity room, his body drenched in sweat.

As she spoke, Bulma picked up a towel to wipe the sweat from Wang Yang's face.

"That guy went off to train with King Kai," Wang Yang said with a laugh. In the original story, after Son Goku won the tournament, he felt he was the best in the world and, having married Chi-Chi, he grew quite lax despite continuing his training, lacking any real pressure.

In those five years, by the time Raditz arrived, his combat power had grown very slowly, rising only from two hundred to over four hundred.

But things were different now. Having been defeated by Wang Yang at the tournament, Goku had a target to chase, and he had trained incredibly hard over these years. Whenever he made a breakthrough, he would always rush to West City to spar with Wang Yang, though he always fell just a little bit short.

Later, under Wang Yang's guidance, Goku went to find Kami and asked him to take him to train with King Kai.

Counting the time, it had already been a year.

Five years of grueling training, and now learning King Kai's Fist from King Kai—I wonder how much of my strength you can force me to use now? Wang Yang thought to himself.

"Off to King Kai's place?" Bulma muttered. Wang Yang had talked to her about the divine officials of the universe, so she wasn't completely in the dark.

"Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, little Sheng is already this big." Bulma looked with gentle eyes at the small child running around in the courtyard.

The boy was about three or four years old, looking fair, tender, and adorable.

His name was Wang Sheng, the child of Wang Yang and Bulma. Ever since Yamcha left, combined with Wang Yang's persistent pursuit, Bulma finally couldn't resist his "earnest pleas" and "reluctantly" agreed to his marriage proposal, giving birth to their pride and joy the following year.

"It really does go by fast. I opened my eyes as an infant, and in another blink, I have a child of my own." Looking at his son, Wang Yang thought back to when he had first arrived in this world and the desperate situation of escaping Planet Vegeta.

"With Goku off training at King Kai's, no one brings Gohan over. Little Sheng hasn't seen Gohan in a long time." Bulma looked at her child playing alone and felt a bit lonely, harboring a slight grudge against Goku.

A child at this age was at his most active and needed friends of his own age to play with, yet Goku was never home.

"You could take little Sheng to Mount Paozu to find Gohan, or perhaps we could have another one?" Wang Yang laughed.

Bulma gave Wang Yang a look of pure, feminine exasperation.

"Chi-Chi has become so fierce; otherwise, with Goku's personality, he definitely would have taken Gohan with him to train at King Kai's."

His combat power was so high that when Wang Sheng was born, his power level was already astonishing, far exceeding Goku's.

Goku had been shocked when he found out. After Wang Yang explained that the stronger a Saiyan was, the more powerful their offspring would be—especially when combined with Earthlings—the potential was immense.

Not wanting Gohan's talent to be buried, Goku would use the excuse of "bringing Gohan to play with Wang Sheng" every few days to come to Wang Yang's place and secretly train Gohan.

Later, when Chi-Chi found out, the dormant volcano erupted...

"It seems... it's been many years since I've been to Mount Paozu." Hearing Wang Yang's words, Bulma couldn't help but pause, her mind drifting to the first time she met Son Goku.

"Alright then, I'll take little Sheng to find Gohan to play tomorrow."

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Just then, the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Oh, Master Roshi!"

"Tomorrow? That works!"

"Master Roshi called to say we haven't gathered in a long time and invited us all to meet up at Kame House tomorrow," Bulma said with a smile.

"You go ahead; I won't be joining," Wang Yang waved his hand.

"Fine, if you aren't going, I'll go pick up Chi-Chi and Gohan first, then we'll head to Kame House together. I'll let them see how outstanding our child is." Bulma's eyes crinkled with a smile; as a mother, she felt immense pride in showing off how exceptional her child was.

"Are you really not coming with me tomorrow?" Bulma linked her arm through Wang Yang's muscular one, leaning against him.

"Well, I'm going to be training in space for a while tomorrow, so I won't be able to accompany you," Wang Yang said with a dry laugh.

"Honestly, you run off to train in space every so often. Tell me what kind of cosmic environment you want, and I'll see if I can simulate it for you, so you don't have to be away from home every few days." Bulma sounded slightly reproachful; if she didn't know he was only interested in training, she would have suspected he was off meeting a lover.

That evening, Bulma prepared a feast, with a mountain of delicious food covering the entire table.

Bulma rested her chin on her hands, smiling as she watched the two big eaters, one large and one small.

A gentle, attentive lover and an innocent, adorable son made her feel incredibly warm and happy.

"Little Sheng, Daddy is going away for a few days. You must listen to Mommy at home and protect her, understand?" Wang Yang said to his son, whose mouth was covered in grease.

"Mm-hmm!" Wang Sheng nodded his little head repeatedly, responding in a garbled voice before swallowing the meat in his mouth and patting his chest with his greasy little hand.

"Don't worry, Daddy! I'm very strong! I won't let any bad guys bully Mommy."

"Good! Finish your meal and rest for a bit; Daddy will train you for a while longer," Wang Yang said with a faint smile.

"Ah?" Wang Sheng's mouth dropped open, his little face twisting in misery.

Late at night, Wang Sheng was fast asleep in his room, his thin blanket kicked onto the floor.

"Little Sheng is still so young; why are you so strict with him? Look at how tired he is." Bulma walked out after her bath, her low-cut robe wrapping around her snow-white skin, complaining to Wang Yang as she wiped her damp hair.

"If I'm not strict, I'm afraid he won't become a true powerhouse," Wang Yang sighed.

Living in the warmth of his parents' love, little Wang Sheng hadn't experienced the hardships of life. Without a heart that strived for greatness, even with immense power, he would never be a true warrior.

"The world is at peace now, so what's the point of becoming a powerhouse? It's better to live safely and do what you love." Bulma rolled her eyes at Wang Yang, failing to understand his mindset at all.

"The universe is vast, and the world is unpredictable. Who knows whether an accident or tomorrow will arrive first? Only by strengthening oneself can one solve all problems at their root." Wang Yang stood up and began to dry Bulma's hair.

The Earth of the future had been destroyed many times, and those ordinary people were powerless to change it, forced to passively endure it all.

To certain existences, his own power was no different from that of an ordinary person.

Bulma did not argue with Wang Yang, instead leaning against him with flushed cheeks, enjoying his affection.

He's handsome, the strongest warrior on Earth, and gentle and family-oriented—I couldn't find another like him even if I searched with a lantern. Bulma's heart was filled with happiness.