First Meeting with Wukong

The faint light of dawn filtered gently through the cracks in the window, spilling across Lin Yuan's face like threads of silk.

Lin Yuan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling upon the unfamiliar bed and surroundings. His thoughts remained sluggish for a moment before he suddenly realized that he was in the world of Dragon Ball!

"Looks like this isn't a dream!"

Lin Yuan sighed.

Although he had been extremely excited when he first transmigrated yesterday, after waking up today, everything still felt unreal.

Fortunately, Lin Yuan had obtained a system, and the people in the village had kindly allowed him to stay the night.

That eased much of Lin Yuan's confusion and sense of unreality.

Just then, movement came from outside the door, and Lin Yuan quickly straightened his clothes.

Fortunately, his usual style of dress was simple, so he did not look particularly out of place in this world.

The door was pushed open, and an elderly man with thinning gray hair entered. Seeing that Lin Yuan was awake, he smiled kindly.

"Kid, you're awake. Did you sleep well last night? There's food on the table. Help yourself to something. Don't be shy!"

Lin Yuan hurriedly replied, "Thank you, Grandpa. I slept very well last night!"

In fact, he really had slept comfortably.

For some reason, ever since arriving in this world, Lin Yuan had felt extraordinarily energetic. Naturally, he slept soundly as well.

The old man nodded. "That's good, that's good. Hurry and have something to eat." As he spoke, he headed outside.

Lin Yuan looked over at the wooden table in the corner, where there was a piece of bread and a cup of hot milk.

After quickly finishing them, Lin Yuan casually tidied up the bed and table before heading to the door.

Through yesterday's interactions, Lin Yuan had discovered something.

The system could check other people's information. It was practically advanced ki sensing.

For instance, the middle-aged man chopping firewood by the door had a power level of 2. He was the old man's son.

Lin Yuan walked over, greeted him, and then asked if he could help chop firewood.

Lin Yuan wanted to do what little he could to repay this kind-hearted family.

After some back-and-forth refusal, Lin Yuan gradually found the trick under the man's guidance. His chopping became more and more skillful, though every swing left the web between his thumb and forefinger throbbing with pain.

He chopped wood while chatting with the man.

During their conversation, Lin Yuan asked how to get to the nearest town.

He planned to leave after helping out. He felt embarrassed about staying here forever.

The blazing sun hung high in the sky, baking the earth. The distant horizon seemed warped by heat waves as a black dot slowly appeared.

A beautiful young girl with blue hair and goggles rode into view on a strangely shaped motorcycle.

The motorcycle shot forward like an arrow leaving the bow, kicking up dust all along the road.

That was right—this was the heroine of the original Dragon Ball story, Miss Bulma!

Bulma was in the prime of her youth, her blue hair cascading like a waterfall, her figure graceful, and her slender waist seemingly small enough to fit in one hand.

With such a figure and such delicate features, she had become the childhood goddess in countless people's hearts.

Above and to her right, a yellow cloud drifted along leisurely.

A little boy who looked only seven or eight years old sat atop the yellow cloud. He wore a martial arts uniform, had a staff tied to his back, and a fluffy tail swayed behind him.

It was none other than young Goku.

Young Goku looked around excitedly. "Hey, hey, you're so slow!"

Bulma snapped, "Cut the nonsense! Going this fast is against traffic regulations, got it?"

"Traffic regulations? What are those? Some kind of powerful monster?" Young Goku asked innocently.

"By the way, when are we going to find the next Dragon Ball?" Goku asked, feeling a little bored.

Bulma stopped the bike, took out the Dragon Radar from her clothes, and checked the direction.

"The radar says the next Dragon Ball is not far ahead."

The moment Bulma said that, young Goku visibly perked up, his innocent little face filled with excitement.

"Whoa! Whoa! Let's go! Let's go!"

Meanwhile, Lin Yuan was already on the road to the town.

Ever since arriving in this world, Lin Yuan had had a feeling.

If he went through the same intensity of training, his physical abilities might increase by 10 in his original world. But in this world, they might increase by 20, or even 30 or 50. It was as though some limitation on his body no longer existed.

Of course, that was merely Lin Yuan's deduction, based on his own experiences and an all-knowing perspective.

Setting aside the Saiyans' absurdly powerful constitution, even Krillin, the strongest Earthling, could raise his power level to several hundred—or even tens or hundreds of thousands later on—through continuous training.

On his own planet, no matter how he trained, it would be impossible.

Just as Lin Yuan was still thinking, the roar of a motorcycle interrupted him.

Lin Yuan looked up and saw a motorcycle trailing thick clouds of smoke racing toward him from the distance.

At first, Lin Yuan did not pay it much attention. But when he saw the yellow cloud flying toward him alongside the motorcycle, his eyes widened.

He knew they would come looking for him sooner or later, but he had not expected it to be this soon.

Lin Yuan stood by the roadside and watched Bulma smoothly bring the motorcycle to a stop. She pulled out the Dragon Radar and muttered as she checked it, "The Dragon Radar says it's right here?"

Lin Yuan took a deep breath and greeted Goku and Bulma. "Hey, are you looking for this?"

As he spoke, he took out the One-Star Ball from his clothes.

Bulma looked over at his voice. Upon seeing the somewhat handsome face of the newcomer, she actually ignored the Dragon Ball entirely and instantly blushed.

She did not even notice that the Dragon Radar had fallen to the ground.

As Bulma fidgeted shyly, she thought:

"Wow~~ He's so handsome! A handsome guy is saying hello to me! Does he want to ask me out? How embarrassing."

"But... I-I guess... it wouldn't be impossible~"

Before Lin Yuan had even walked over, he saw Bulma's bashful expression and suddenly remembered something, leaving him speechless.

Damn! I forgot that early on in Dragon Ball, Bulma was still a huge boy-crazy girl.

Little Goku saw Bulma's expression as well and asked with concern, "Bulma, what's wrong? Your face is so red. Are you sick? If you're sick, you need to see a doctor! Grandpa taught me that!"

Then he turned to Lin Yuan. "Come to think of it... who are you? How did you know we were looking for Dragon Balls? Do you know witchcraft?"

Little Goku looked utterly wary.

Lin Yuan looked at the innocent Goku and smiled helplessly. "Hello, my name is Lin Yuan. I'm just an ordinary person—I don't know any witchcraft!"

To prove that he did not know witchcraft, Lin Yuan pointed at the shy Bulma beside him.

"I just heard this beautiful lady mention something about a Dragon... Radar, so I wondered whether she meant the ball in my clothes. Looks like I was right!"

Goku suddenly understood. "So that's what happened... My name is Son Goku! Hehe, I wrongly blamed you, Lin Yuan!"

As Goku's voice fell, a cold electronic voice rang out in Lin Yuan's mind.

"Congratulations, Host. You have completed Task 1: Meet Son Goku. Reward obtained: Battle Power +10, Bloodline Progress +5%."

PS: Here! The author wanted to preserve Bulma's established character as a super boy-crazy sixteen-year-old!!!! That's why she thinks the protagonist looks good!! Please, everyone, don't say later that the author gave Bulma away! I'm begging you!