Saiyan Game

"Be careful on your way, Trunks. Say hello to the Bulma in your world for me."

Bulma held Trunks's hand and spoke earnestly.

"I will, Mom."

Trunks nodded.

Then Trunks walked over to Wang Shen and bowed deeply.

"Thank you for helping me, Uncle Wang Shen. I'm grateful to you on behalf of everyone in my world!"

"Don't mention it, Trunks."

Wang Shen helped Trunks up with one hand, then patted him on the shoulder in encouragement.

"Once you get back, don't slack off on your training. Keep striving to reach new heights."

"I'll let you in on a little secret: Super Saiyan 2 is still nowhere near the Saiyans' limit."

Although Wang Shen called it a secret, he didn't make the slightest effort to lower his voice.

Son Goku and Vegeta looked just as convinced.

Though they hadn't broken through to Super Saiyan 2 yet, they firmly believed that Saiyans had no limits.

Remembering how stunned he'd been when he first saw Super Saiyan 2 out at sea, Trunks declared resolutely,

"I'll keep training, and do my best to catch up with you all."

Trunks looked at Vegeta again, his gaze complicated.

He both admired and feared his father.

As Trunks prepared to leave, Vegeta said nothing.

But his stern face finally softened a little, and he raised two fingers in farewell.

It was a silent goodbye from his father.

Trunks raised two fingers in response.

Beside them, Bulma watched with a smile.

Lazuli suddenly spoke up.

"Hey, Trunks, make sure you wipe out the evil versions of us!"

Trunks nodded, then climbed into the Time Machine and took off.

"Goodbye, Trunks!"

Son Goku waved farewell.

Everyone watched as the Time Machine disappeared and Trunks finally set off for home.

With Son Goku, Vegeta, and the other Z Fighters all alive again in this era, Wang Shen wondered if Trunks would ever return to ask them for help.

Wang Shen shook his head. The chances were slim.

A year later.

East Sea Deserted Island.

Under Android 16's care, the once barren island, overgrown with weeds, had become a lush and lively resort for leisure and recreation.

Whenever he went outside to enjoy nature and breathe the fresh air, Wang Shen would see the beautiful scenery and reflect on how wise he'd been to invite Android 16 here.

The island was huge.

Much bigger than Master Roshi's island.

There was plenty of room for Android 16 to live.

"Android 16, since you love nature so much, how about I find you a job where you can be around plants and animals?"

"You should know that you need a job if you want to live in human society."

In the living room.

Wang Shen sat cross-legged on the sofa, clutching a game controller and staring intently at the screen.

It showed the latest blockbuster game, which Bulma had whipped up at Wang Shen's suggestion.

Saiyan: Little Goku

The game's story went like this:

The evil emperor Frieza had conquered the Saiyans' homeworld and exiled the Saiyan prodigy, Little Goku, to a remote planet.

Then, relying on his talent and hard work, Little Goku fought his way across one planet after another, eventually returning to the Saiyans' homeworld.

There, he transformed into a Super Saiyan and defeated the evil emperor Frieza.

There was also a hidden level.

The Saiyan Royal Palace.

The Saiyan Prince, Vegeta, lived there, waiting for a strong Saiyan to challenge him!

Apparently, no one on Earth had managed to beat this level yet.

(Vegeta was ecstatic!)

Wang Shen was taking on that very level, and he was almost through it.

Final Flash!

Kamehameha!

With lightning-fast fingers and precise calculations, Wang Shen finally used up the last of his energy to unleash his finishing move, defeating Prince Vegeta by the slimmest of margins!

"Yeah!"

Wang Shen was ecstatic. He'd beaten Vegeta!

Biu!

A cheerful notification chime rang out.

"Congratulations! You've cleared the hidden level!"

"Congratulations: you're the first player to beat this game! A representative will visit you soon to deliver your prize!"

"Please enter your home address in the box below."

Wang Shen's expression turned strange as he read the message, and his gaze grew distant.

Could Vegeta be coming to deliver the "prize" in person?

He'd rather go without the reward.

He didn't want Vegeta pestering him.

Wang Shen casually closed the window and was about to find another game to play when Lazuli came downstairs.

"The weather's lovely today. Why don't we go out?"

Her voice was lazy and pleasant, and there was a hint of anticipation in her calm tone.

Lazuli was wearing a casual outfit, her delicate collarbones exposed. Every so often, a flash of pale skin showed at her loose neckline as she walked over on her long legs.

Her stunning, cool beauty, bright blue eyes, and slightly parted red lips gave her the air of a mature, alluring woman.

Lazuli turned and settled naturally onto Wang Shen's lap, cupped his face in both hands, and leaned down to meet his gaze.

Wang Shen could clearly see the love and happiness in her eyes.

As a side note, they'd gotten married six months after the Cell incident.

They hadn't made a big fuss about it. They'd simply invited the Dragon Ball crew—Son Goku, Vegeta, Master Roshi, Krillin, and the others—to the wedding.

Wang Shen smiled faintly. He felt incredibly happy, too.

He wrapped his arms around Lazuli's slender waist. Her skin felt soft and smooth as he asked,

"Sure. Where would you like to go?"

Lazuli beamed and answered without hesitation,

"Bulma told me that the so-called world champion, Satan, is holding a martial arts tournament. The winner can either become his disciple or take home a hundred million yuan!"

Wang Shen smiled wryly.

"We don't exactly need the money, Lazuli."

"I know, but I like the feeling of earning money. Come on, get up. Once I win, I'll treat you to a feast."

"You sure you can afford that?"

"Of course. It's just one meal. I can afford that..."

Satan City.

It was in the eastern part of Earth.

Though it was remote and hard to reach, news of Satan's world champion status had gradually spread until he was famous across the globe.

The city had grown prosperous, too, drawing countless people with a passion for martial arts.

It had even been named after Satan.

"Satan! Satan! Satan!"

A crowd of Satan's fanatical followers had gathered below the ring, holding up signs and pictures of him as they chanted his name.

Sitting high above the ring, Satan beamed. He was already imagining himself taking on countless disciples and becoming the world's darling.

Just then, a camera moved into position and caught Satan wearing a lecherous grin.

"Ahem!"

Satan snapped back to his senses, stood up, and swept his arm grandly through the air as he announced,

"Welcome, everyone! I hereby declare the Satan Challenge Cup open!"

"The champion will receive a prize of one hundred million yuan."

Satan paused for effect, then continued,

"Or you can choose to become the personal disciple of me, Satan, the world champion!"

"Wow! Whoa!"

The crowd erupted into cheers, their enthusiasm blazing like a roaring fire.

Satan grinned smugly and teased them,

"But I'm sure nobody would pick the first prize, hahahaha."

"Satan! Satan!"

"All right, let's welcome our first competitor!"

In an inconspicuous corner.

A group of handsome men and beautiful women watched the scene calmly.

"Wang Shen, that guy seems so ridiculous and stupid. Is he really the world champion?"

"Hahaha. He's pretty strong by human standards. Besides, that hundred million yuan prize is real."

Satan had survived a kick from Cell and dodged attacks from Majin Buu several times. He was no ordinary man.

Every enemy who'd attacked him had died.

At the mention of the hundred million yuan prize, the doubt vanished from Lazuli's eyes. She nodded in agreement.

"That's true."

"So when are you planning to enter?"

Wang Shen put an arm around Lazuli's shoulders and asked.

"I gave myself a late number just now. I don't want to waste time. It'd be nice if I could just fight Satan right away and get him to give me the money."

With Lazuli's quick fingers, she could pick whatever number she wanted.

Wang Shen couldn't help laughing. In the original story, Lazuli really had just threatened Satan into giving her the money.