Saiyan Arc Begins

The next three months.

Sun Wuxiu did not become complacent or stagnate just because he had broken through to Super Saiyan.

On the contrary, he trained even harder.

But he did not rush to pursue the so-called "full power" state, where he maintained his transformation twenty-four hours a day like Goku during the Cell Saga.

Because he discovered that the power of a Super Saiyan was far too violent, as though a nuclear reactor had been stuffed inside his body.

With his current physical strength, he could withstand that power, but the consumption was astonishing.

"Right now, I can transform at any time, stay rational while transformed, and control my strength well enough not to crush a cup."

On the training grounds, Sun Wuxiu looked at the intact glass in his hand, his golden hair fluttering in the wind.

"But this state consumes far too much stamina and ki."

"Even if I do nothing, simply maintaining this transformation causes the ki in my body to drain at an alarming rate. Forget eating and sleeping like a normal person—I'm afraid even maintaining it for an hour or two is the limit."

"It seems that reaching true 'full power' and completely adapting my body to this violent power will still require some time to adjust."

However, Sun Wuxiu was in no hurry.

His current state was already more than sufficient as a "burst form."

Ten million in base form, five hundred million when bursting forth.

That was already the ceiling of Earth... no, of the entire Galaxy.

One day, three months later.

Earth, above a vast stretch of farmland in the east.

BOOM—!!!

A spherical spacecraft tore through the atmosphere, trailing a long tail of fire as it crashed heavily into a grassland, gouging out an enormous crater.

"What is that thing? A meteorite?"

A farmer carrying a shotgun and wearing a straw hat drove his pickup truck over, trembling all the while.

Crack—

The hatch of the spherical spacecraft opened.

A man with long, spiky hair, dressed in brown battle armor and wearing a one-eyed Power Level Scouter, slowly flew out.

He hovered in midair, coldly glanced at the shivering farmer, and pressed the scouter by his ear.

Beep, beep, beep...

"A piece of trash with a power level of only 5."

The man curled his lip in disdain, then looked into the distance, his tone carrying a trace of confusion and displeasure.

"What the hell is Kakarot doing...?"

"Why are the humans on this planet still alive?"

Raditz.

Goku's older brother.

One of the surviving Saiyans.

At last, he had arrived on Earth.

Earth, eastern wastelands.

This was an uninhabited region filled with jagged rocks. Wild winds howled, and yellow sand filled the sky.

At the summit of a towering stone pillar, a green-skinned figure sat cross-legged with his eyes shut. The air around him seemed to have frozen beneath the powerful aura radiating from his body.

Piccolo, the Demon Second Generation.

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

During those five years, he had not stopped training for even a single day.

Although he had lost to Son Goku at that tournament, he had not been discouraged. Instead, he had turned that unwillingness into motivation to grow stronger.

"Hah!"

Piccolo abruptly opened his eyes, and the white weighted cape on his body fluttered despite the lack of wind.

Though he wore weighted equipment that weighed several hundred kilograms, the intensity of the ki he gave off at that moment, if measured by a Frieza Force scouter, had already reached an astonishing 520 points!

One had to know that in the original story, Piccolo's full power after removing his weights at this time had only been 408.

But now, because of the terrifying "imaginary enemy" that was Sun Wuxiu and the even stronger Son Goku as his rival, merely his weighted base state had already far surpassed his original full-power self.

"This power... isn't enough."

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Piccolo looked at his hands, his gaze gloomy.

"That guy called Son Goku must have been training desperately these past five years too. And there's also that..."

When he recalled the man who always wore a gentle smile yet was as unfathomable as an abyss—Sun Wuxiu—Piccolo's body involuntarily trembled.

It was a sense of powerlessness etched into his soul.

Just then.

Beep, beep, beep—

A strange electronic sound broke the silence of the wasteland.

Piccolo sharply raised his head, his gaze shooting toward the sky like lightning.

"Who's there?!"

BOOM!!

A long-haired figure dressed in strange battle armor crashed down like a meteor onto the open ground before him, kicking up dust that filled the sky.

As the dust dispersed, Raditz's cold, arrogant face was revealed.

He pressed the Power Level Scouter over his left eye, and a flicker of surprise crossed his previously indifferent face.

"Oh? I didn't expect that, aside from Kakarot, there would be someone on this barren planet with this level of power."

"Power level 520... Hmph, that's quite decent for a native."

Piccolo rose to his feet, his entire body taut as cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

As the former Demon King, his perception of ki was extraordinarily sharp.

The long-haired man before him stood there casually, yet the aura pouring from his body felt like an ancient beast!

The unrestrained killing intent he gave off made Piccolo's skin ache.

"Who are you? Looking to die?" Piccolo forced himself to remain calm and took an attacking stance.

"Looking to die?"

As though he had heard some kind of joke, Raditz threw back his head and laughed.

"Hahahaha! Interesting! A green bug actually dares to speak to me like that."

"I only came to see who possessed such a high power level, but since you're so ungrateful..."

Raditz's gaze instantly turned icy. "Then go die."

"Don't look down on me!!"

Piccolo roared and decided to strike first.

He violently swung his left hand, firing an extremely concentrated energy blast!

Explosive Demon Wave!!

Rumble—!!!

The massive explosion instantly swallowed Raditz's figure. Dust shot into the sky, while the surrounding rocks melted into lava from the intense heat.

"Hah... hah..."

Piccolo panted heavily, staring fixedly at the center of the explosion.

However.

When the dust cleared.

The long-haired man was still standing where he had been, without even moving a step.

He merely brushed the dust from his shoulder, looking disdainful.

"As expected, trash with a power level barely above 500... all you can do is kick up a little dust."

"What?!" Piccolo's eyes widened, his pupils shrinking violently.

Not a scratch?!

That had been a charged strike! Even Son Goku could not have taken it head-on like that!

"All right, warm-up's over."

Raditz raised a hand, gathering a ball of purple energy in his palm. "Since you've finished attacking, then it's my turn..."

Just then.

Beep, beep, beep—

The scouter sounded again.

Raditz paused and looked at its screen.

"Hm? In another direction... there's a power level moving rapidly? And this reading..."

"Power level... 534? No, it's still rising... Is that Kakarot?"