The Power of the Saiyan Bloodline

Damn it, every single one of them has a combat power over 50,000, I can't even sign in, Sun Wumian thought, feeling annoyed.

His current combat power is only 1,900, and he can only sign in for people with a combat power of up to 50,000.

Through the system's detection function, he can clearly see the combat power of everyone nearby. Aside from Caulifla and the five people following her, who all have combat power over 50,000, none of the children living in the surrounding area have a combat power exceeding 1,000.

It seems I have to make use of my Saiyan bloodline abilities; when a Saiyan is near death and recovers, their strength can increase significantly.

Sun Wumian checked the Senzu Beans he had stored in his system space. There are about ten left, and he estimates that using one will be enough to boost his combat power to over 3,000.

Before he knew it, he had entered a house that could only be described as crude.

"Hey, you, the one called Sun Wumian, what are you spacing out for? Didn't you hear me call you over?" Caulifla said impatiently, half-reclining on the sofa with her legs crossed, taking a sip of her drink.

This female Saiyan is truly imposing, Sun Wumian thought to himself before walking over.

"Miss Caulifla, may I ask why you brought me here?"

"Oh, you're quite polite, aren't you? Tell you what, I see you don't have anywhere else to go, and your strength is truly pathetic, so just stay at our base for now."

"Is that so? Then thank you. By the way, how is the food around here? To be honest, I haven't eaten anything normal for a month." Eating Senzu Beans every day had made Sun Wumian miss the delicacies of Earth.

"Be grateful you have something to eat; stop with the nonsense. Tomorrow you'll go work with them. Everything within ten thousand miles is my territory; if you see anyone passing by you don't like, just rob their cargo. If they don't submit, just use my name."

Caulifla dropped those words and closed her eyes to rest.

Sun Wumian wanted to say something else, but seeing her state, he decided to keep quiet.

What is this? He had somehow become a subordinate of the female bandit Caulifla. Forget it, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Once his strength improves, he'll eventually go back. He had already thought of a way; Universe 6 also has Namek (using the Cantonese translation to distinguish it).

"Follow me, I'll take you to find a place to stay," the boy who had spoken to him earlier said, patting Sun Wumian on the shoulder.

"By the way, what's your name?" Sun Wumian asked on the way.

"Colen."

"Oh, Colen, I've got it. Can you tell me more about your situation?"

"Most of the people living here are children of Saiyans who became homeless after their parents joined the Sadala Army and died on the cosmic battlefield."

"And the Sadala Army just ignores you all like that?"

"Why would they care? We are a warrior race; those with low combat power who can't even qualify as low-level warriors are abandoned."

"It's that miserable?" Sun Wumian couldn't believe it; this was different from the Saiyans of Universe 6 he remembered.

"Yes, aren't you here because your combat power is low, too?"

"If that were the case, would I need to ask you these things? I really am from Universe 7."

"Fair point. Forget it, let's not talk about that. We're here; this house in front is where you'll be staying," Colen said, pointing to a crude shack ahead.

The next day, Sun Wumian got up early to train. Ever since he trained with Master Roshi, this had become a habit he never broke.

Thump, thump, thump... Yah-ho...

He ran a few laps first, then started working on his punches and kicks. It must be said, in just this short time, he had fully adapted to the 10x gravity here, and he could use the Flight technique at will.

"So annoying, who the hell is making all that noise this early in the morning?"

Sun Wumian followed the voice and saw Caulifla walking out.

"Miss Caulifla, good morning."

"It's you? What the hell are you doing? Can't you let people get some rest?"

"I'm training myself. As the saying goes, why sleep so long while alive, when you'll have a long sleep after death?"

"Is that so?" Caulifla cracked her knuckles, a cryptic smile appearing on her face. "You like training so much, huh? Then let me train you a bit."

"Ah? No need..."

Before he could refuse, Caulifla didn't give him a chance to speak; she moved rapidly to his side and threw a kick.

BANG!

Sun Wumian was smashed directly into the mountainside.

"Ugh... why... do I feel a sense of excitement?" Sun Wumian muttered to himself, lying beneath the rubble.

That was a brutal kick, yet he didn't feel pain; instead, his blood was boiling. It seemed his Saiyan bloodline had been activated.

Since arriving in this world, he had been sailing smoothly thanks to the system. When had he ever been suppressed this badly? His Saiyan bloodline had never really been put to the test.

"YAH!"

Sun Wumian burst through the rubble and flew toward Caulifla.

"Oh? You can still move? Then let's play a little more."

Ah-da-da-da-da!

After closing the distance, both sides unleashed a flurry of rapid punches and kicks.

Sun Wumian feinted with a right hook, forcing Caulifla to raise her right arm to defend, and at the same time, he swept out with a left hook.

However, Caulifla tilted her head slightly and dodged his attack. He was left wide open and was kicked away, carving a deep trench into the ground.

It was a long story, yet it all happened in the blink of an eye.

Sun Wumian seemed to feel no pain; he pushed off with both feet, stood up, and charged forward once again.

Caulifla assumed he was going for a frontal assault and braced her arms in defense.

Unexpectedly, Sun Wumian moved rapidly behind her and landed a punch squarely on her right cheek.

"I was just playing with you, and you actually went for real? You dare hit my face?" That did it; Caulifla was furious.

She unleashed a burst of energy, causing the earth to tremble and sending sand and stones flying, forcing Sun Wumian back over a hundred meters with the violent pressure.

Caulifla was relentless. Before he could even see what was happening, he was struck on the right cheek again, followed by a kick that slammed him into the ground.

"Ah!" Sun Wumian lay in the crater, feeling excruciating pain as if his bones were about to fall apart. This crazy woman, didn't she know how to control her strength? Any harder and he might have been done for.

Fortunately, he had a Senzu Bean.

System, can you place a Senzu Bean directly into my mouth? Sun Wumian called out to the system in his mind.

To his surprise, it actually worked. Crunching down on the Senzu Bean, Sun Wumian was revived to full health.

"You lot, come over here and carry him back so he can recover properly." Such a commotion had long since alerted the others in the base, and Caulifla pointed casually at a few people.

"No need." Sun Wumian stood up, brushed the dust off his body, and spoke.

"What? You... you... what is going on with you?" Caulifla was dumbfounded, so shocked she could barely get the words out.

Sun Wumian ignored her and walked toward his room on his own. His clothes were shredded, so he needed to change into a new set. Thankfully, he had previously asked Master Roshi to help him order several martial arts uniforms.

Otherwise, in the Dragon Ball world, where clothes were constantly being blown off, how could he manage without spares?

You are reading Dragon Ball: I Have a Super Saiyan Check-in System by Wumeng Qiankong.