Super Saiyan at Last

Age 761.

Five whole years had passed since the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament ended.

Over those five years, Earth had entered an unprecedented era of peace. Son Goku and Chi-Chi lived a shamelessly blissful life on Mount Paozu and had a lovely son named Son Gohan.

Meanwhile, deep underground at Capsule Corp in bustling West City, a transformation capable of shaking the entire universe was quietly taking place.

"Bzzzz—bzzzz—bzzzz—"

The massive Gravity Training Chamber, Mark IV model, was letting out a strained wail.

Red warning lights flashed frantically, while the numbers on the display had climbed to a suffocating figure.

[Current Gravity: 1000x]

What did that even mean?

Here, even a drop of sweat would strike the floor with the force of a bullet.

The air was as thick as solidified cement. The instant an ordinary living creature entered, it would be crushed into a slab of flesh.

And at the center of the chamber—

Sun Wuxiu stood bare-chested, every muscle taut and veins bulging like coiled dragons.

Sweat had long since soaked through his pants. His breathing was heavy as a bellows, and every breath required him to fight against the terrifying thousandfold gravity.

"Ha... ha..."

"Just a little more... just a little more..."

Sun Wuxiu kept his eyes shut, sensing the vast ocean of ki within him.

After five years of hellish training, coupled with the tireless restoration of the Horse Talisman and the perfect balance to his mental state provided by the Tiger Talisman, his base combat power had finally reached that unbelievable threshold today.

Ten million.

This was not a number on a system panel, but his precise assessment of his own body and ki.

At this level, he was already an overlord within the universe.

Other than that freak Frieza, even if the Ginyu Force showed up, he could take them out one punch at a time.

"My S-Cells... should already be saturated."

Sun Wuxiu could feel every cell in his body cheering, stirring restlessly.

Those golden energy particles had filled every part of his body and were even beginning to spill from his surface, turning into faint arcs of golden electricity.

"No anger needed."

"No grief needed."

"All I need... is to open the floodgates!!"

Sun Wuxiu suddenly opened his eyes. Deep within those black pupils, a spark of golden light instantly erupted!

"HAAAAAAAH—!!!"

With a long roar, Sun Wuxiu no longer suppressed the power inside him. Instead, he guided that enormous mass of S-Cells up his spine and straight toward the crown of his head!

"BOOM—!!!"

An indescribably terrifying aura burst forth from Sun Wuxiu in an instant!

Golden light.

Dazzling golden light swallowed the entire Gravity Chamber in an instant.

The thousandfold gravity that had once made him struggle was like a fragile spiderweb before that surging energy, torn apart in an instant.

"Crackle, crackle—"

Sun Wuxiu's short black hair rose upright under the wash of energy, its tips dyed a brilliant gold.

His pupils gradually faded from deep black to a cold turquoise green.

In an instant, his muscles swelled by a full circle, yet they did not look bloated. Instead, they were filled with explosive beauty.

"Bang!"

The final wave of golden ki exploded.

Sun Wuxiu stood there, blazing with a fierce golden aura.

That aura was not a chaotic explosion, but like flowing golden fire—steady and sacred.

Super Saiyan Sun Wuxiu.

Was born.

"So this is... what transforming feels like?"

Sun Wuxiu raised his hand and stared in disbelief at his palm, wrapped in golden ki.

The crushing thousandfold gravity that had weighed on him now felt completely nonexistent.

He felt as light as a swallow.

It seemed that with a light jump, he could smash through the alloy ceiling and fly straight into space.

"A fiftyfold increase..."

Sun Wuxiu clenched his fist.

The air in his palm exploded with a sharp crack.

Ten million in base form.

After transforming into a Super Saiyan, that meant... five hundred million!!

What did a combat power of five hundred million mean?

Even Frieza at one hundred percent full power on Planet Namek only had one hundred twenty million.

In other words, the current Sun Wuxiu only needed to move a finger to pin that dreaded Emperor of the Universe to the ground and grind him into the dirt.

"Too strong... so strong it doesn't feel real."

Sun Wuxiu glanced around.

Fortunately, he had anticipated two years ago that the Gravity Chamber might not be able to withstand things much longer.

He had specifically collected the Dragon Balls and wished to Shenron to upgrade the chamber's materials to the highest hardness in the universe, while also reinforcing its energy shields.

Otherwise, that burst from his transformation just now would probably have scrapped this Gravity Chamber, which had cost hundreds of billions to build.

"Whew..."

Sun Wuxiu took a deep breath, a flicker of excitement crossing his turquoise eyes.

He did not hurry to undo the transformation.

He was adapting.

He was sensing the path of that violent power flowing through his body.

Unlike Goku's first transformation in the original story, when he lost his reason in extreme rage, Sun Wuxiu's mind remained calm as still water at that moment, thanks to the Tiger Talisman.

He was like a rider controlling a fierce horse. Though wild, its reins remained firmly in his hands.

Until half an hour later.

The ki within him began to show signs of running dry.

"Since it's my first transformation, endurance is still a problem."

With a thought, Sun Wuxiu dispersed the golden aura around him.

His hair returned to black, his eyes regained their depth, and that world-destroying pressure vanished without a trace.

"Click."

The door to the Gravity Chamber opened.

Sun Wuxiu walked out, feeling refreshed all over, as though a thousand-pound burden had been lifted from him.

Even after returning to base form, the afterglow of his breakthrough still put him in an excellent mood.

"Today's a good day."

Humming a tune, Sun Wuxiu checked the time.

It was three in the afternoon.

Bulma should be upstairs in her office handling paperwork.

"Hehe, since I'm in such a good mood, then..."

A mischievous grin curled across Sun Wuxiu's lips. His figure flashed, and he vanished from the spot.

At the top floor of Capsule Corp, in the president's office.

Bulma wore blue-light-blocking glasses as she frowned over the quarterly financial reports.

"Seriously, how do these people do their jobs? They can even get such simple figures wrong..."

She rubbed her aching neck and was just about to call for her assistant to bring in a cup of coffee.

Suddenly.

A gust of wind swept past.

Before she could react, a pair of strong hands wrapped around her waist from behind, and she was immediately lifted into the air.

"Ah!! Who is it?!"

Bulma jumped in fright. When she turned around, she found herself looking straight into Sun Wuxiu's handsome, smiling face.

"Wuxiu? You... weren't you training?"

Bulma froze, then her face flushed red. "This is the office! Someone might see us!"

"Don't worry. I already locked the door and drew the curtains."

Sun Wuxiu lowered his head and pecked her lips, his gaze burning hot.

"I made a major breakthrough in training today, so I'm in a good mood. I came especially to reward my wonderful wife."

"A reward? What kind of rewa—mmph..."

Before Bulma could finish, Sun Wuxiu silenced her with his actions.

"W-Wait! It's still daytime... mmph... you big jerk..."

Though she protested, her body honestly softened in his arms.

Bulma had no resistance whatsoever against this husband of hers, who always brought her surprises—and scares.

Thus.

For that indescribable hour, Capsule Corp's employees were all rather puzzled.

Why had the president's office door remained tightly shut, with a "Do Not Disturb" sign hanging outside?