Return to Universe 7

Champa's planet was leagues below Beerus Planet in quality.

Just as Vados said, creating a work of art that even the master cannot comprehend is an insult to the master.

Two days later.

Universe 7, Earth, West City, at a massive semi-circular house.

"It's quite lively here. There are quite a lot of humans on such a tiny planet."

"Lord Champa, we've arrived. This is the home of a friend of mine; I'll have her host you shortly."

Sun Wumian said, pressing the doorbell at Bulma's house.

"Hey, who is it?" Bulma's voice came from inside.

"It's me, Sun Wumian."

After a moment, the door opened, and Bulma, Yamcha, Oolong, and Puar walked out.

"Hi, how is everyone? Oh, Yamcha, you're here too? Shouldn't you be training with Master Roshi right now? Why are you here?"

"Long time no see. I've finished most of my training, so I came here to take a break for a while."

"Wumian, long time no see! Why are you here?" Bulma was pleasantly surprised the moment she saw Sun Wumian.

"It hasn't been that long, has it? Less than a year, I'd say," Sun Wumian laughed.

"What do you mean a year? It's been nearly three."

"Huh?" Sun Wumian looked stunned. What was going on?

"Host, according to Earth's time, it has indeed been nearly three years. Time flows differently on every planet," the system's voice suddenly rang in his mind.

So that was it. No wonder there was that saying about Saiyans remaining youthful until they were eighty; it turned out the answer lay here.

"What's wrong? Have you been away so long that you've gone soft in the head?" Bulma asked, seeing Sun Wumian's shocked expression.

Just then, Champa grew impatient. "Hey, I say, the reunion is about done, isn't it? Shouldn't you bring out the delicacies now?"

"Oh? This fat cat gentleman seems quite impressive. And this beautiful lady—are they your friends, Wumian?" Yamcha, not considering himself an outsider, patted Champa on the shoulder and took several long looks at Vados.

Fat cat? Sun Wumian broke into a cold sweat at Yamcha's remark and quickly pulled him away.

"This is Lord Champa, the God of Destruction, and the other is Vados, Lord Champa's attendant and teacher."

"God of Destruction? Never heard of him. Is he that strong?"

"Of course he's strong. He's one of the strongest gods in the universe; he could wipe out a planet with a flick of his finger."

"What? Is he really that strong?" Yamcha shrank his neck back.

"Bulma, Lord Champa came here to taste Earth's delicacies. I'm leaving this task to you. Treat them well—if Lord Champa isn't happy, Earth could vanish in a heartbeat."

Ignoring him, Sun Wumian walked over to Bulma and whispered.

"What? You just got back and you're making me do this?" Bulma's voice rose a few notches.

"Please, I promise that once you finish this task, I'll make sure you find a Prince Charming even more handsome than Yamcha."

"Really? Alright then." Bulma gestured to Champa and Vados, "You two, if you want to eat, follow me."

"Ho ho, that's very kind of you." Vados said, and she and Champa followed her inside.

"Hey, Wumian, the 22nd World Martial Arts Tournament is in half a month. You're going to participate, right?" Yamcha asked once they were out of earshot.

"Eh? The World Martial Arts Tournament? I won't be participating. You guys are too weak now; it's no challenge for me."

"Is that so? Have you really become that strong?"

"Of course. In terms of combat power," Sun Wumian checked Yamcha's current power level through the system, "your combat power is 120, while mine is 3 million."

"You're joking, right? There's that big of a gap? Let me test you—Wolf Fang Fist!"

Yamcha went straight for his signature move.

Sun Wumian didn't even move; he simply released a tiny sliver of his energy, knocking him flat on the ground.

"Yamcha, are you alright?" Puar rushed over anxiously and asked.

"I'm fine. He's just... unfathomably strong," Yamcha said as he climbed back up, still shaken.

"You're too kind. Compared to Lord Champa, the God of Destruction, I'm still a hundred and eight thousand miles away," Sun Wumian said, rubbing his nose with a laugh.

An hour later.

Champa and Vados were finally wined and dined and prepared to leave Earth. Before departing, they even had Sun Wumian cook a massive batch of steamed buns to take with them, along with countless other foods.

"Thank you for the hospitality. We'll be going now," Vados said, and she and Champa transformed into a beam of white light, vanishing into the sky.

It seemed Bulma had hosted them quite well; she looked thoroughly satisfied.

"Wumian, I never imagined you could cook. Besides steamed buns, can you make anything else?" Mrs. Brief asked enthusiastically.

"Uh, I know a little bit. Why do you ask?" Sun Wumian replied casually.

"So that means you can, right? Any interest in becoming the chef for my family?"

"Mom, what are you saying? He's a martial artist, why would he ever be a chef?"

Becoming the personal chef for the richest family in the world? It sounded interesting enough, but Sun Wumian thought better of it. He was a martial artist, after all; why would he be a chef?

Afterward, Sun Wumian returned to Mount Paozu before heading to Kame House to see Master Roshi.

In the blink of an eye, a month passed, and the location for the World Martial Arts Tournament, Papaya Island, arrived.

Before coming to Papaya Island, Bulma and the others first stopped by Kame House to rendezvous with Master Roshi and Krillin.

"It really brings back memories, this day is here again," Krillin sighed at the World Martial Arts Tournament registration desk.

"Yeah!" Yamcha nodded in agreement.

"Stop sighing, you two, and go register first," Master Roshi urged.

Then, he whispered to Sun Wumian, "Wumian, you should continue to participate under the name Jackie Chun for this tournament. I just registered the name Jackie Chun."

"Huh? Master Roshi, why didn't you ask me beforehand?" He had only come here out of boredom and to catch up with them; a competition like this was just child's play to him.

"You brat, that's only natural. Do you expect me to enter the tournament with these old bones of mine?"

"Fine, alright."

Afterward, Sun Wumian continued to participate in the 22nd World Martial Arts Tournament under the name Jackie Chun. Goku also made it just in time; because of the three-year promise Sun Wumian had given him, he had actually swum all the way from the other side of the Earth.

In the end, Tien Shinhan won the championship for this tournament.

As for Sun Wumian, he had jumped off the ring himself during his match against Tien Shinhan and conceded.

Because he had truly had enough; just like Vegeta in Dragon Ball Super, he realized that controlling one's power to the absolute minimum was the hardest thing to do.

"Wumian, well done. An excellent martial artist should be like this; it isn't always necessary to determine a winner or loser. This is the core philosophy of my Turtle School."

Was Master Roshi talking about the act of reforming Tien Shinhan? Sorry, he hadn't thought that far ahead; it had just been an accident.