Combat Power of Five Million

Three years later.

"BOOM!!!"

The metal door of the training chamber slid open, and a violent shockwave of energy surged out.

Son Goku stepped out from within.

His physique was even more imposing than it had been three years ago.

"Five hundred times..." he whispered to himself, slowly curling his fingers into a fist. His knuckles popped with a crisp, sharp sound. "Finally... I don't get winded just from walking anymore."

<strong>[Combat Power: 5,000,000.]</strong>

He closed his eyes, sensing the surging Qi within his body. The potential unlocked by the Grand Elder of Namek had now transformed into a golden ocean, flowing silently through his meridians.

If I used the Kaio-ken now... No, there is no longer any need for that life-draining technique.

He looked down at his hands, palms facing upward. A pale golden aura rose slowly, flickering like a gentle flame.

"However..." His brow furrowed slightly, and the aura flickered erratically for a split second. "It's still not quite enough."

Base combat power of five million... This figure is already far beyond the level Goku had when he faced Raditz in the original story. But why... why haven't I touched the threshold of a Super Saiyan yet?

He slowly closed his eyes, looking inward, his consciousness sinking into the ocean of potential unlocked by the Grand Elder.

I understand now. Becoming a Super Saiyan isn't just about piling on raw power. Before reaching that state, one must open a series of doors—seals that can only be pushed aside once specific conditions are met.

The first door is the foundation. In the original story, Goku's base combat power was only 90,000 when he went to Namek; it only reached 3,000,000 after he recovered from the brink of death, and he finally broke through during the desperate battle on Namek. I have five million now... I crossed that first door long ago.

But this door of foundation is the "three-million barrier." It isn't about the combat power value, but the "minimum foundation" a mortal body must possess to withstand the descent of a Super Saiyan. Perhaps because of my transmigration, my foundation requires a much stronger casting.

Son Goku looked down at his hands, his fingers slowly clenching.

A Super Saiyan is a fifty-fold explosion. If the physical body isn't tough enough, the moment of transformation would cause the violent Qi to tear the body apart from the inside. Frieza's transformations changed his form in the original story, and aren't Saiyans the same? I have five million now, and my foundation is far more solid than his was at the same point in the original... but that only means "I won't die," not that "I can control it."

The second door is extreme rage.

Images flashed through his mind: Bulma holding Wuhao, Chi-Chi holding Wuqi's hand, the sunset over Mount Paozu, the beach at Kame House.

It isn't for the sake of destruction, but for protection. When someone important falls before your eyes, when your dignity is trampled, when the unwillingness to lose burns to the depths of your soul... that kind of rage is the fuse that ignites the golden flame.

Right now... I am not angry enough. Or rather, I haven't been pushed to that desperate edge.

No... I don't want to let my family get hurt just to trade for rage. But if he dares to touch a single hair on their heads—

At this thought, his aura surged uncontrollably. He clenched his fist tightly, forcing that restless power back into his body.

The third door, and the most difficult one—control.

Broly, that out-of-control beast, was not a true Super Saiyan. He was merely a slave to power, his reason devoured by violent Qi. What I must do is command the thunder while remaining calm, becoming the master of power, not its slave.

So I cannot be impatient. Five million is the foundation, but a Super Saiyan requires the dual perfection of "heart" and "body." I must seek that critical point, finding the sole balance between the obsession to protect and the calm of control.

And then... push open that door.

And then... the Super Saiyan transformation will come naturally, without a shred of risk!!!

If I break through with Godly Qi, my mental strength will increase significantly, allowing me to control even more energy.

That means the day I master the basics of Godly Qi is the day I break through to become a Super Saiyan!!!

Five million combat power is enough to handle the trouble coming my way.

Rapid footsteps echoed from the distance.

"Daddy!"

Two small figures came running: Wuhao and Wuqi. Chi-Chi followed behind, a helpless yet doting smile on her face. "Goku! You finally decided to come out! Wuhao and Wuqi haven't seen you in a whole month!"

"Daddy! Daddy! Play with us!" Wuhao and Wuqi pounced from either side, hugging Goku's legs, their little faces filled with excitement.

Goku's cold expression melted instantly. He bent down, scooped up both children, one in each arm, and kissed them on their foreheads.

Wuhao suddenly wiggled, sliding from Goku's arms to the ground. Mimicking Goku's usual posture, he assumed a clumsy horse stance, his little fists clenched tight:

"Daddy! I want to train too!"

"Me too!" Wuqi jumped down as well, standing beside his brother. The two little ones stood side by side. "I want to be as strong as Daddy! I want to beat up all the bad guys!"

Goku froze for a moment, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

Four years old...

Chi-Chi lunged forward, grabbing each child by the back of their collars and pulling them back like she was handling chicks:

"No! Absolutely not! You're only four! What kind of training are you doing at four years old!"

"Mom! Let me go!" Wuqi kicked his short legs in the air. "I want to train to beat the bad guys!"

"Me too! Me too!" Wuhao chimed in.

Chi-Chi was so angry her face turned red. She turned to glare at Goku. "Goku! Say something! They're just children! Training like that... at least wait until they're in elementary school! No, middle school!"

"Chi-Chi."

Goku crouched down, meeting the eyes of the two little ones still struggling, then looked up at Chi-Chi.

"Come with me for a moment."

He stood up, gently took Chi-Chi's hand, and walked to the corner of the courtyard. Wuhao and Wuqi tried to follow, but Goku froze them in place with a "stand still" look. The two little ones immediately clicked their heels together and stood at attention.

"Goku, what on earth are you thinking? You don't actually intend to make them train, do you!" Chi-Chi lowered her voice, her brows knitted tightly.

Goku looked at Chi-Chi earnestly and said, "Chi-Chi, I have a premonition that the Earth won't be peaceful for much longer. Letting them start training early will give them more power to protect themselves!!!"

Chi-Chi was still reluctant: "But the Earth is peaceful right now..."

[No, it won't be peaceful for much longer.]

Goku said silently to himself.

"Chi-Chi, I won't let them enter the Gravity Chamber, and I won't let them get hurt. We'll start with the basics: running, meditation, and sensing the existence of 'Ki.' Just like I did when I was a kid with Grandpa Son Gohan. It took me six years just to build that foundation."

He paused, his voice dropping lower, almost like he was talking to himself:

"Besides... I need them to learn how to protect themselves. What if one day, I'm not here?"

Chi-Chi's body stiffened slightly.

The courtyard fell silent for a few seconds.

Finally, Chi-Chi let out a long sigh: "...You're always like this. Fine, but it's a deal—no entering the Gravity Chamber! No getting hurt! One hour a day at most! And you'll have to convince Bulma yourself!"

"Yay--!!"

The two little ones cheered. They both knew that if Chi-Chi had agreed, Bulma generally wouldn't stand in their way.

In other words, their training was set in stone. Wuhao was so happy he did a backflip on the spot, nearly landing on his bottom before Goku caught him.

Goku set Wuhao back on the ground.

"You two will have to go convince your mother Bulma yourselves!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wuhao and Wuqi took off, vanishing from sight.

[Four years old... In the original story, Goten could turn Super Saiyan at seven. Trunks at eight. The earlier their talent is guided, the better.]

[Besides, Raditz is coming. Can Nappa and Vegeta be far behind? What about Frieza? The Androids, Cell, Majin Buu... I don't have time to wait for them to grow up slowly.]

Goku watched the two little figures disappear, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Just then—

Goku looked up at the sky outside the window. In a dimension invisible to the naked eye, his "Ki" had already sensed it—

A cold, tyrannical, and familiar aura of evil was tearing through the atmosphere, piercing toward Earth like a venom-tipped black spear.

He murmured to himself.

"It's here..."

"Raditz."

[Saiyan Saga... it has finally begun.]