Daily Life in West City

Why was it so difficult for the originally brutal Saiyans to transform? Because they spent their lives immersed in slaughter and rage, unable to multiply their S-Cells.

Why could Son Goku transform? Because he had damaged his brain when he crashed onto Earth, becoming pure and kind-hearted. Combined with Earth's peaceful life, he had accumulated a huge number of S-Cells by adulthood.

And why could Saiyans like Cabba and Caulifla from Universe 6 in Dragon Ball Super transform so casually? Why could they even master it so quickly with nothing but a feeling?

It was because the Saiyans of Universe 6 loved peace and had tranquil hearts. Their natural S-Cell concentration was absurdly high!

In contrast, Vegeta had remained unable to transform early on because he was constantly consumed by brutality and anxiety. Only after settling down on Earth and starting a family did his state of mind gradually stabilize, allowing his strength to advance by leaps and bounds.

"My current base combat power is already enough to crush everything at this stage."

Sun Wuxiu thought to himself.

"Next, what I need isn't lifting rocks in some remote mountain forest. It's experiencing life in a bustling city and relaxing my mind."

"Balancing work and rest, cultivating my body and mind."

"Living with the most peaceful mindset possible, nurturing that 'energy,' and multiplying the S-Cells in my body."

"When the time is right, even without needing Krillin to die, I'll be able to naturally break through that limit with enough S-Cells and just a tiny spark of anger!"

That was also why he had chosen to go to West City.

It had the most comfortable living environment, the finest gravity training equipment at Bulma's home, and... the perfect partner.

This was his own "path of cultivation."

"Alright, Goku."

Sun Wuxiu came back to his senses and waved to his younger brother.

"See you at the World Martial Arts Tournament arena in a year."

"Yeah! Goodbye, big brother! Goodbye, Bulma!"

Son Goku shouted, riding the Flying Nimbus into the sky and vanishing over the horizon in a streak of golden light.

Watching Goku's retreating figure, Bulma felt somewhat sentimental.

"That little guy has left too... It suddenly feels a little empty."

"Don't you still have me?"

Sun Wuxiu walked to her side and naturally wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

Bulma's face instantly turned red, but her body honestly leaned against him anyway, her face blossoming with a happy smile.

"Yeah... I still have you."

She took out a capsule, pressed it, and produced a luxurious jet.

"Let's go, Young Master Wuxiu! I'll show you my home—the most prosperous West City in the world!"

"I'd be delighted."

The plane rose into the air and flew toward the bustling metropolis.

For Son Goku, this was the beginning of grueling training.

But for Sun Wuxiu, this was not only the beginning of living off a rich woman with dignity, but also the beginning of his journey toward becoming a Super Saiyan...

A journey of accumulation.

West City, the super-metropolis with the most advanced technology and most prosperous economy on the Dragon Ball Earth, was like a dazzling pearl embedded in the western part of the continent.

Here, anti-gravity cars crisscrossed the sky like flowing ribbons of light. Massive hemispherical buildings stood in orderly rows, while holographic advertisements flickered between skyscrapers, displaying Capsule Corp's latest technological products.

A red private jet cut through the sky and slowly descended onto the helipad in Capsule Corp's enormous private garden.

"Welcome home, Miss."

The cabin door opened, and the butler robots and servants who had been waiting for a long time all bowed in unison.

Bulma removed her goggles, tossed back her long purple hair with flair, and linked arms with Sun Wuxiu as they walked down the boarding stairs.

"Wuxiu, this is my home! What do you think? Not bad, right?"

Sun Wuxiu looked around.

He had to admit that although he had seen it countless times in the anime in his previous life, being here in person still let him feel the sheer impact of being the "richest man in the world." This backyard alone was probably half the size of Mount Paozu.

"It really is impressive," Sun Wuxiu praised sincerely.

"Of course it is!" Bulma proudly puffed out her chest. "From now on, this is your home too. Stay as long as you want!"

The moment the two entered the main hall of the mansion, a fashionable blonde middle-aged woman carrying a tray floated over to them.

"Oh my, is this the boyfriend Bulma brought home? He's such a super handsome guy!"

Mrs. Brief—Bulma's mother—had eyes that practically glowed as she circled Sun Wuxiu several times, as though she had discovered some priceless treasure.

"Those muscle lines, those deep eyes... Oh my, I'm getting flustered myself."

"Mooom!" Bulma blushed furiously and hurriedly stepped in front of Sun Wuxiu. "Don't scare him! And he's my boyfriend, so you're not allowed to get any ideas!"

"Hehehe, this girl is already guarding her food." Mrs. Brief covered her mouth and chuckled, then handed Sun Wuxiu an exquisite little cake. "Here, have a taste of the cake Auntie made herself."

"Thank you, Auntie." Sun Wuxiu politely accepted it, calmly dealing with his somewhat eccentric future mother-in-law.

Compared to the teasing she had shown Yamcha in the original story, Mrs. Brief's attitude toward Sun Wuxiu was clearly more like that of a "future son-in-law."

After all, the steady, confident, powerful aura around Sun Wuxiu was something anyone who wasn't blind could sense.

At that moment, The Doctor emerged with a pipe in his mouth and a black cat sprawled across his shoulder.

"Oh? You're back." Dr. Brief adjusted his glasses and glanced at Sun Wuxiu. "Bulma said you're that legendary martial artist? If you need any training equipment, just let me know."

"Thank you, Doctor, but there's no need to trouble yourself for now." Sun Wuxiu smiled and nodded.

"Just prepare a quiet room for me, along with an ordinary gym. That'll be enough."

"Oh? That's all you need?" Dr. Brief seemed surprised. "There aren't many young people these days who are so modest."

"The fundamentals are what matter most."

The next two days were the long-awaited "time alone together" that Bulma had been looking forward to.

On West City's shopping streets,

Bulma fully displayed her aesthetic sense as a fashion icon, dragging Sun Wuxiu through one luxury store after another.

"This one! This jacket suits you perfectly!"

"Wow! This casual suit is absolutely amazing! Hurry up and try it on!"

Sun Wuxiu was like the perfect clothes hanger.

Years of training had given him nearly perfect proportions: broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and firm muscles that were not overly exaggerated.

Whether it was trendy streetwear or formal attire, anything he wore immediately gave him the effect of a top male model.

When Sun Wuxiu emerged from the fitting room wearing a black biker jacket, dark jeans, and Martin boots, the air in the entire mall seemed to freeze for an instant.

The girls passing by all stopped in their tracks, staring straight at him as whispers rose one after another.

"Oh my god, that guy is so handsome!"

"Is he some newly debuted celebrity?"

"Should we go ask for his contact information?"

A few bold high school girls even blushed as they approached with their phones, intending to strike up a conversation.

"Um... handsome, could we add your..."

Before they could finish, however, they felt the temperature around them plummet.

Sun Wuxiu merely gave them a faint glance.