Moon

"Father, I did it!" Seeing that ripples no longer formed beneath his feet, Little Shen turned to Wang Yang, his face beaming with joy.

As the words left his lips, his focus wavered, and ripples immediately began to spread across the water's surface once more.

Watching the scene unfold, Little Shen's face fell into a pout, and he looked up at Wang Yang with wide, pleading eyes.

"Little Shen is doing great. You just need to keep practicing; the more you refine your control, the faster the power within you will unseal," Wang Yang said, looking at his son with an approving gaze.

"Mm-hmm, I will work hard!" Encouraged by his father's praise, Little Shen's mood instantly brightened.

"Good boy! That's enough for today; your mother has been waiting for a long time," Wang Yang said with a smile, scooping Little Shen up into his arms and flying toward the shore.

At night, every household in the Imperial City lit their candles. High above, the stars hung in the sky, casting a silvery glow across the earth. The starlight merged with the candlelight below, perfectly capturing the beautiful and harmonious scene of a thousand homes aglow.

Wang Yang's family of three lived in a quiet residence in the suburbs, far from the city center. A gentle breeze blew, filling their lungs with fresh air tinged with a faint floral scent, washing away their fatigue and leaving them feeling refreshed.

The three of them sat in the courtyard, enjoying the cool breeze while chatting over tea.

This planet was the place where he had lived for over a decade after his birth. A few years ago, struck by a sense of nostalgia, he had used Instant Transmission to return and visit his old acquaintances.

When he saw Little Yue'er again—now a grown woman of breathtaking beauty who still held him in her heart—Wang Yang felt like nothing more than a common man.

As the saying goes, a mountain stands between a man pursuing a woman, but only a sheet of paper separates a woman pursuing a man. No man could refuse such a stunning beauty.

Having lived here for over a decade to forge the foundation of his martial path, and now with a wife and child, this planet had come to hold an incredibly important place in Wang Yang's heart.

"Why do you have to leave so often? Is there another woman out there?" Yue'er's voice drifted softly through the air.

"Nonsense. My cultivation has reached a bottleneck, and ordinary environments no longer provide much benefit. I go out into the universe to train in harsh conditions," Wang Yang said, setting down his teacup and looking at Yue'er with a righteous expression.

"If you truly have another woman, just bring her here. It is normal for a man to have multiple wives and concubines. I won't be jealous; I will get along well with them," Yue'er said, gazing at Wang Yang with deep affection.

Living in such a feudal society, where her own father was an emperor with a harem of three palaces and seventy-two concubines, Yue'er's worldview was completely different from Bulma's. Wang Yang believed she spoke from the heart.

"There really isn't one! I am truly just training," Wang Yang said, shrugging his hands with a helpless smile.

You might be able to accept it, but if the other one finds out, she'll explode.

"Alright, I was wrong to blame you." Yue'er's pure, beautiful eyes studied Wang Yang for a moment before she broke into a radiant smile, as captivating as a hundred flowers in full bloom.

"I heard from the Emperor that over twenty years ago, we had a beautiful moon here. It was round, lovely, and pure white," Yue'er said, gazing at the stars with a look of longing on her delicate face.

"There was indeed a large, round moon back then, but it also brought about a great catastrophe."

Thinking of the cities destroyed and the lives lost back then, Wang Yang couldn't help but sigh.

There were no Dragon Balls here; those who died were truly gone forever.

Yue'er nodded, having learned much about those events from her father as well.

Seeing the faint, imperceptible yearning on Yue'er's jade-like face, Wang Yang felt a stir in his heart.

"Tonight, we shall admire the moon together!"

Wang Yang smiled, and as he spoke, he condensed a white Artificial Moon in his palm. With a gentle flick, the Artificial Moon surged in size, tore through the air, and soared into the high heavens, eventually coming to a silent rest in the distant sky.

"What is that?"

Young people on the ground looked up at the Artificial Moon slowly rising in the sky, their faces full of confusion.

"Could it be... the legendary moon?"

"The moon! It's the moon!" Seeing this, the elders were moved to tears. The moon held a vital place in their history and culture, featuring in countless ancient poems and legends that had instilled a deep longing for it in the hearts of the people.

But ever since the moon had suddenly vanished over twenty years ago, the elders would often sigh at the memory, believing they would never see it again in their lifetime. They never expected to witness that large, round moon once more.

An elderly man, bedridden and on the verge of death, lay motionless. In his haze, he seemed to see a beautiful, familiar glow, and he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

Under the astonished gazes of those around him, the old man looked up at the bright moon in the sky and couldn't help but laugh heartily.

"The moon!"

"Ha! Ha! Ha!"

After three loud laughs, the old man lowered his head with a smile on his face. Moments later, the room was filled with the sound of weeping.

"This old man can die without regrets!" An elderly man nearing seventy, with a long beard reaching his chest, looked up at the sky with tears in his eyes. He was the most distinguished man of letters on the planet, having written volumes of poetry about the moon and holding a deep affection for it.

Suddenly, the old man's expression shifted. Inspiration surged, and an Ode to the Moon began to brew in his heart. He spread his paper, took up his brush, and penned a piece that would shake the past, present, and future.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The beating of Wang Yang's heart sounded like heavy drums, driving blood as dense as lead and mercury.

Even Yue'er, standing nearby, could hear it clearly, feeling as though the entire sky were filled with a crushing pressure.

Under Wang Yang's control, his physical form did not change in the slightest, yet the power within him surged tenfold.

As a Saiyan second only to Broly, Wang Yang possessed an exceptionally gifted bloodline, and he had been able to perfectly control this power for many years.

Just then, a figure began to grow larger, casting a shadow over the earth that quickly eclipsed the moonlight.

It turned out that Little Shen, who had been playing by himself nearby, had looked up at the sky in confusion. As the white light from the Artificial Moon poured down, he stared at the sky in a daze, his small form growing uncontrollably.

"Little Shen!" Yue'er cried out in shock, jumping to her feet with a face full of anxiety.

"No need to worry!" Wang Yang stood up and gently patted Yue'er on the back.

"Ah! Father, Mother, why have I become like this?" Little Shen's childish voice rang out. Transformed into a Giant Ape, he stood in place, looking around in fear and confusion.

As Wang Yang's child, Little Shen had inherited his superior bloodline, making it easy for him to maintain his consciousness while in his Giant Ape form.

"Do not be afraid! Learn to control it!" Wang Yang smiled slightly, and as he spoke, a beam of white light shot from his eyes and sank directly into the Giant Ape's head.