Adapting to Full Power Super Saiyan

West City, Capsule Corp.

Night had fallen, and the neon lights of the bustling city glittered like a flowing galaxy.

A private plane slowly landed on the runway. The cabin door opened, and Sun Wuxiu stepped down, holding Bulma's hand.

"We're finally back."

Bulma took a deep breath of the air, carrying a faint industrial scent that nevertheless felt especially familiar, then stretched lazily.

"This day was more thrilling than a roller coaster. First, aliens invaded, then Gohan was sent off with Piccolo... It all feels like a dream."

She turned to look at the man beside her, his figure still standing straight as a pine even in the darkness.

"Wuxiu, that child Gohan... will he really be okay? Following a Demon King like Piccolo..."

As the aunt who had watched Gohan grow up, Bulma was still worried.

"Don't worry."

Sun Wuxiu ruffled her hair, his gaze gentle yet certain.

"Flowers raised in a greenhouse can't withstand wind and rain. Piccolo may have a sharp tongue and a prickly personality, but he's a pure martial artist."

"Gohan can learn far more from him than from that thick-headed Goku."

"Besides..." A mysterious smile curled at Sun Wuxiu's lips.

"This is also to let Gohan truly awaken the power inside him. That child's potential is enough to make even me a little jealous."

After reassuring Bulma, the two returned to the main residence.

That night, Sun Wuxiu did not "torment" Bulma as usual. Instead, he sent her to rest early.

Because starting tomorrow, it would not only be Goku, Gohan, and Krillin who had to fight desperately. He himself also had a "war" that he had to win.

The next morning.

The underground Gravity Training Chamber.

"Hum—"

As the alloy doors closed, the world returned to silence.

Sun Wuxiu stood in the center of the vast white hall, but he did not immediately turn on the gravity.

He sat cross-legged and began sorting through his thoughts.

"One year left."

"For Goku, this was the year in which he would learn the Kaioken and Spirit Bomb on King Kai's Planet."

"For Gohan, this was the year in which he would transform from a crybaby into a warrior."

"And for me..."

Sun Wuxiu raised a hand and looked at his palm.

"This year, I have only one goal—full power Super Saiyan, first stage."

It sounded simple, but was as difficult as reaching the heavens.

In the original story, starting from Son Goku's first transformation into a Super Saiyan on Planet Namek.

He first spent a year training on Planet Yardrat, then waited three more years for the Androids, and finally spent nearly another year in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber before truly mastering this form.

Altogether, that was a full five years!

And now, Sun Wuxiu had to walk the path Goku took over five years in just one short year.

"So-called full power isn't an increase in strength, but 'normalization.'"

Sun Wuxiu closed his eyes, and the details of full power from his previous life surfaced in his mind.

An ordinary Super Saiyan transformation was like flipping on a berserk switch.

Though its power surged dramatically, one's emotions would become extremely excited, even violent. Ki would leak out wildly like floodwaters breaking through a dam, placing an enormous burden on the body.

This state simply could not sustain a prolonged battle.

Full power meant welding that "switch" permanently into the "on" position, while making both body and mind fully adapt to the burden.

It meant turning the Super Saiyan form into a natural default state, as effortless as breathing.

Only by eliminating the emotional fluctuations and energy waste caused by transforming could one maximize a Super Saiyan's true power.

"I have the [Tiger Talisman] to balance my mind, the [Horse Talisman] to heal my body, and the [Ox Talisman] to strengthen my physique..."

"With these three cheats backing me up, if I still can't pull it off, I might as well give up."

Sun Wuxiu abruptly opened his eyes, and golden light flashed through his emerald-green pupils.

"Ha!!"

With a low shout.

Golden aura erupted from his body in an instant, and his hair shot upward, turning gold.

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Super Saiyan transformation, successful.

This time, he did not deliberately suppress that violent aura. Instead, he let it fill his entire body.

The urge to destroy, the urge to fight, burned in his heart like wildfire.

"This is the feeling... agitation, unrest."

Sun Wuxiu took a deep breath and began circulating the power of the [Tiger Talisman].

The tiger's power, originally balanced between yin and yang, now acted like a powerful sedative, forcibly intervening in the violent golden energy.

"Calm... down!"

Sun Wuxiu gritted his teeth, veins bulging across his forehead.

He was trying to tame this golden beast through sheer willpower.

Time passed, second by second.

Ten minutes... twenty minutes... one hour...

Sweat poured down like rain.

Merely maintaining the transformation while sitting still was actually more exhausting than throwing punches under three hundred times gravity!

The mental strain made him feel as if even his brain were trembling.

"Huff... huff..."

Finally, after two hours, Sun Wuxiu could no longer hold on. He was forced to release the transformation and collapsed onto the floor, gasping heavily.

"Just as I thought... it won't be that easy."

He gave a bitter smile.

"Looks like this year is going to be rough."

From that day onward, Capsule Corp's employees discovered something strange.

Their legendary son-in-law seemed to have developed an odd obsession lately—dyeing his hair.

And it was an especially eye-catching shade of gold.

Whether he was eating, walking, or even watering flowers in the garden, he wore that head of upright golden hair, and his eyes were emerald green as well.

"Wuxiu... are you really okay?"

In the dining room.

Bulma looked worriedly at the man across from her, whose body gave off a faint golden glow as he carefully cut his steak.

"I'm... I'm fine."

Sun Wuxiu's movements were somewhat stiff.

He was trying hard to control the strength in his hands.

He was currently in Super Saiyan form, with his strength amplified fiftyfold.

Even when merely cutting a steak, if he failed to control himself, this specially made alloy knife and fork might slice the plate and table in half.

"Crack."

The moment the words left his mouth.

The fork, which he had accidentally put just a little force into, bent immediately.

"..."

Sun Wuxiu awkwardly looked at the fork in his hand, now reduced to scrap metal.

"Looks like... it still isn't enough."

He sighed, but did not release the transformation. Instead, he picked up a new fork and continued wrestling with the steak.

This was the first step of Full Power Training—integrating it into daily life.

Not just during battle, but maintaining this form through every detail of everyday life, until his body completely forgot what its "normal state" felt like.

The first month.

Capsule Corp scrapped three hundred plates, fifty chairs, and three beds. Ahem.

Bulma felt bad about the furniture, but she felt even worse for Sun Wuxiu.

She could see that even while sleeping, Sun Wuxiu's brows were tightly furrowed, and that golden aura had never gone out.

Even in his dreams, he was fighting against that power.

The third month.

Things began to improve.

Sun Wuxiu could already pick up a glass of water naturally without crushing it.

The coldness and restlessness in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a gentle calm.