Champa's planet was in a completely different league from Beerus Planet.
As Vados had said, creating a work of art that even its owner couldn't understand was sacrilege against the owner.
Two days later.
Universe 7, Earth, West City, at a huge hemispherical house.
"It's lively here. This little planet has quite a lot of people."
"Lord Champa, we've arrived. This is a friend's house. I'll have her host you in a moment."
Sun Wumian rang the doorbell at Bulma's house.
"Hello? Who is it?" Bulma's voice came from inside.
"It's me, Sun Wumian."
A while later, the door opened, and Bulma, Yamcha, Oolong, and Puar came out.
"Hey, how's everyone doing? Huh, Yamcha, you're here too. Shouldn't you be training with Master Roshi right now? What are you doing here?"
"Long time no see. I've trained enough for now, so I came here to relax for a while."
"Wumian, long time no see! What brings you here?" Bulma exclaimed, delighted to see him.
"It hasn't been that long, has it? It's been less than a year," Sun Wumian said with a smile.
"What do you mean, a year? It's been almost three years!"
"Huh?" Sun Wumian stared in astonishment. What was going on?
"Host, by Earth's reckoning, nearly three years have indeed passed. Time differs from planet to planet," the system's voice suddenly rang in his mind.
So that was possible? No wonder people said Saiyans remained young until they were eighty. So that was the reason.
"What's wrong, Wumian? Have you been away so long that you've gotten confused?" Bulma asked, seeing his astonished expression.
Just then, Champa grew impatient. "Hey, I think you've had enough time to catch up. Shouldn't you bring out the food?"
"Huh, this chubby cat seems pretty strong. And who's this pretty lady? Is she a friend of yours, Wumian?" Yamcha said, acting as if he were among friends. He patted Champa on the shoulder, then took several more looks at Vados.
Chubby cat? Sun Wumian broke into a cold sweat at Yamcha's choice of words and quickly pulled him away.
"This is Lord Champa, the God of Destruction. The other is Vados, Lord Champa's attendant and martial arts teacher."
"God of Destruction? Never heard of him. Is he strong?"
"Of course he is. He's the strongest god in a universe. A light touch from him could destroy a planet."
"What? He's really that strong?" Yamcha shrank back.
"Bulma, Lord Champa's here to try Earth's food. I'll leave this task to you, so make sure you treat him well. If Lord Champa gets upset, Earth could disappear in an instant."
Sun Wumian ignored Yamcha and went over to Bulma, speaking quietly.
"What? You've barely gotten back, and you're already asking me to do this?" Bulma raised her voice.
"Please. Once you finish, I guarantee you'll find a prince more handsome than Yamcha."
"Really? All right." Bulma gestured to Champa and Vados. "If you want to try some delicious food, follow me."
"Oh ho ho, thank you for the trouble," Vados said, following Champa.
"Hey, Wumian, the 22nd World Martial Arts Tournament is in half a month. You'll be competing too, right?" Yamcha asked once they'd gone.
"Huh? The World Martial Arts Tournament? I won't be competing. You're all too weak now; there'd be no challenge for me."
"Really? You're that strong now?"
"Of course. In terms of battle power..." Sun Wumian checked Yamcha's current battle power with the system. "Yours is 120, while mine is three million."
"You're kidding, right? There's that much of a difference? Let me test you. Wolf Fang Fist!"
Yamcha immediately unleashed his ultimate technique.
Sun Wumian didn't even move. He let out just the tiniest bit of his ki, and Yamcha was sent tumbling to the ground.
"Yamcha, are you okay?" Puar hurried over and asked anxiously.
"I'm fine. You're unbelievably strong," Yamcha said, getting back to his feet, still shaken.
"You're too kind. Compared to Lord Champa, the God of Destruction, I'm still a hundred and eight thousand miles behind," Sun Wumian said with a smile, rubbing his nose.
An hour later.
Champa and Vados had finally eaten their fill and were getting ready to leave Earth. Before they went, they had Sun Wumian prepare a huge amount of buns to take with them. They also took countless other kinds of food.
"Thank you for the meal. We'll be off," Vados said gratefully. She and Champa turned into a streak of white light and vanished into the sky.
It looked like Bulma had hosted them well. They both looked completely satisfied.
"Wumian, I had no idea you could cook. Can you make anything besides buns?" Mrs. Brief asked warmly.
"Uh, I can cook a little. Why?" Sun Wumian replied casually.
"So you can cook, then. Would you be interested in becoming my family's chef?"
"Mom, what are you talking about? He's a martial artist. How could he be a chef?"
Being the personal chef to the world's richest family sounded pretty interesting, but Sun Wumian decided against it. He was a martial artist, after all. Why become a chef?
After that, Sun Wumian returned to Mount Paozu, then went to Kame House to see Master Roshi.
In the blink of an eye, a month passed. The World Martial Arts Tournament was being held on Papaya Island.
Before heading to Papaya Island, Bulma and the others first went to Kame House, where they met up with Master Roshi and Krillin.
"It brings back memories. The day has come around again," Krillin said with a sigh at the World Martial Arts Tournament registration desk.
"Yeah!" Yamcha agreed, nodding.
"Stop reminiscing and go register first," Master Roshi urged them.
Then he quietly said to Sun Wumian, "Wumian, enter this tournament under the name Jackie Chun again. I've already submitted Jackie Chun's name."
"Huh? Master Roshi, why didn't you ask me first?" He'd only come because he was bored and wanted to spend some time with them. This tournament was child's play to him.
"Brat, of course I did! Did you expect these old bones of mine to compete in the tournament?"
"Well, all right."
After that, Sun Wumian entered the 22nd World Martial Arts Tournament under the name Jackie Chun again. Goku also made it just in time. Because of Sun Wumian's three-year promise, he had swum all the way from the other side of the world.
In the end, Tien Shinhan won the tournament.
As for Sun Wumian, he jumped out of the ring himself and forfeited when he faced Tien Shinhan.
He'd simply had enough. Just like Vegeta in Dragon Ball Super, he'd learned that controlling his strength to use the least possible amount was the hardest thing of all.
"Wumian, well done. This is what an excellent martial artist should do. You don't always have to fight to decide who wins or loses. That's the principle of my Turtle School."
Was Master Roshi talking about how he'd changed Tien Shinhan's heart? Sorry, he hadn't thought that far. It was just an accident.
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