"Damn, every single one of them has a power level over 50,000. I can't check in with any of them." Sun Wumian thought in frustration.
His power level was only 1,900. He could only check in with people whose power levels were no higher than 50,000.
Using the system's detection function, he could clearly see the power levels of everyone nearby. Aside from Caulifla and the five people following her, whose power levels were all over 50,000, not a single child living in the surrounding area had a power level above 1,000.
Looks like I'll have to make use of my Saiyan bloodline's abilities. When Saiyans recover from near-fatal injuries, their strength can increase dramatically.
Sun Wumian checked the Senzu Beans he had stored in the System Space. There were about ten left. He figured that eating one would raise his power level to over 3,000.
Before he knew it, they had entered a house. The only way to describe its interior was shabby.
"Hey, you, Sun Wumian. What are you spacing out for? Didn't you hear me calling you over?" Caulifla lounged on a sofa, took a sip of her drink, crossed her legs, and asked impatiently.
This Saiyan woman really knows how to throw her weight around, Sun Wumian thought before walking over.
"Miss Caulifla, may I ask why you brought me here?"
"Oh, you've got manners. How about this? You don't seem to have anywhere else to go, and you're really weak, so you can stay at our base for now."
"Really? Then thank you. By the way, what's the food like around here? To be honest, I haven't eaten a proper meal in a month." After eating Senzu Beans every day, Sun Wumian was starting to miss Earth's delicious food.
"You should be grateful you'll have anything to eat. Enough talk. Tomorrow, you'll go to work with them. Everything within a ten-thousand-mile radius is my territory. If you see a passing stranger you don't like, take their cargo. If they complain, give them my name."
Caulifla tossed out those words, then closed her eyes to rest.
Sun Wumian wanted to say something else, but seeing that, he decided to stay quiet.
What is this? I somehow ended up as one of the bandit Caulifla's underlings. Well, what was done was done. Once his strength improved, he would have to go back anyway. He had already thought of a way: there was a Namek in Universe 6, too. (He used the Cantonese translation to distinguish it.)
"Come with me. I'll find you a place to stay," said the boy who had spoken to him earlier, patting Sun Wumian on the shoulder.
"By the way, what's your name?" Sun Wumian asked as they walked.
"Colen."
"Oh, Colen. I'll remember that. Can you tell me more about your situation?"
"Most of the people living here are Saiyan children. Their parents joined the Sadala Army and died on the battlefields of space, leaving them homeless."
"So the Sadala Army just leaves you to fend for yourselves?"
"Why would they help us? We're a warrior race. If your power level is too low to even qualify as a Low-Class Warrior, you get abandoned."
"It's really that bad?" Sun Wumian could hardly believe it. This was nothing like the Saiyans of Universe 6 he remembered.
"Yeah. You came here because your power level was low, too, didn't you?"
"If that were true, would I have needed to ask you all this? I really am from Universe 7."
"Fair enough. Anyway, we're here. That shabby house up ahead is where you'll be staying." Colen pointed to a dilapidated house in front of them.
The next morning, Sun Wumian got up early to train. Ever since he had started training with Master Roshi, it had become an unbreakable habit.
Thud, thud, thud... Yah-ha!
First, he ran a few laps, then started loosening up with some punches and kicks. He had to admit, in just that short time, he had fully adapted to the ten-times gravity here and could use the Flight Technique freely.
"Damn it, who the hell is making all that noise this early in the morning?"
Sun Wumian looked toward the voice. Caulifla had come outside.
"Good morning, Miss Caulifla."
"Oh, it's you. What the hell are you doing? Can't you let people get some rest?"
"I'm training. Like they say, why sleep so long while you're alive? You'll get plenty of sleep after you're dead."
"Is that so?" Caulifla cracked her knuckles, then gave him a meaningful smile. "You like training that much, huh? Then let me give you a workout."
"Huh? No need..."
He had just started to refuse when Caulifla gave him no chance to speak. She darted to his side and kicked him.
Bang!
Sun Wumian was sent crashing straight into the mountainside.
"Ugh... Why... do I feel excited?" Sun Wumian murmured from beneath the rubble.
That kick had been vicious, but he didn't feel any pain. Instead, his blood was pumping. It seemed his Saiyan bloodline had been activated.
Ever since he'd come to this world, things had gone smoothly thanks to the system. When had he ever been suppressed this badly? His Saiyan bloodline had never had a chance to show what it could do.
"Yah-ha!"
Sun Wumian blasted the rubble off himself and flew toward Caulifla.
"Huh? You can still move? Then let's play some more."
Hah hah hah!
As they closed in, the two exchanged a rapid flurry of punches and kicks.
Then Sun Wumian faked a right punch, making Caulifla raise her right arm to block. At the same time, he swung his left fist across,
but Caulifla simply dipped her head and dodged his attack. That left him wide open, and she kicked him away, sending him skidding across the ground and leaving a deep furrow.
It took a while to describe, but it all happened in the blink of an eye.
Sun Wumian seemed unable to feel the pain. He pushed off with both feet, got back up, and charged at her again.
Caulifla thought he was going to attack head-on, so she raised both arms to defend herself.
To her surprise, Sun Wumian darted behind her and punched her square in the right cheek.
"I was just playing with you, and you actually went for real? You dared to hit me in the face?" Caulifla was furious now.
She released a small burst of energy. The earth shook, and dust and rocks flew everywhere. Sun Wumian was blasted back over a hundred meters by the raging energy.
Caulifla didn't let up. Before he could even see what had happened, she hit him in the right cheek, then kicked him into the ground.
"Ah!" Sun Wumian lay in the huge crater, aching all over. His bones felt like they were about to fall apart. That crazy woman—couldn't she control her strength a little? If she'd hit any harder, I might've been done for.
Fortunately, he had a Senzu Bean.
"System, can you put a Senzu Bean straight into my mouth?" Sun Wumian silently called out to the system.
To his surprise, it actually worked. He chewed and swallowed the Senzu Bean, and Sun Wumian was back to full health.
"You guys, come over here and carry him back. Let him rest properly." The commotion had long since alerted the others at the base. Caulifla casually pointed to a few people.
"No need." Sun Wumian got to his feet, brushed the dust off himself, and said.
"What? You... you... what's going on?" Caulifla stared at him in stunned disbelief, so shocked she could barely get the words out.
Sun Wumian ignored her and walked back to his room. His clothes had been torn to shreds, so he needed to change into a new set. Fortunately, he had asked Master Roshi to have several martial arts uniforms made for him earlier.
Otherwise, with clothes bursting off left and right in the Dragon Ball world, how could he get by without spare uniforms?
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