Fusion

Tang Yangbing stood amid a desolate ruin, surrounded by scattered rubble and snapped steel bars. A few crows cawed faintly in the distance, adding to the bleakness.

He took a deep breath and fixed his determined gaze on the system interface floating before him, his heart filled with anticipation.

"Yes! The host may choose to transform into an ordinary Super Saiyan, or into a Legendary Super Saiyan!"

The system's voice was cold and mechanical, yet it exploded in Tang Yangbing's mind like a bolt of thunder.

So that was possible?

Tang Yangbing's pupils suddenly contracted, and a delighted smile unconsciously curved his lips.

He had originally thought he could only choose one transformation, but the system had unexpectedly given him such flexibility.

That meant that after fusing with the Legendary Super Saiyan Bloodline, he would possess the same talent and potential as Broly, the power to destroy heaven and earth. Just thinking about it made his heart race.

The difference was that as long as he did not choose to transform into a Legendary Super Saiyan, he would not lose his sanity.

That was of vital importance to him.

He had no desire to become a monster that knew only destruction, ultimately reduced to a slave to his own power.

"Fuse with the Legendary Super Saiyan Bloodline?" The system prompt sounded again, interrupting his thoughts.

"Fuse!" Tang Yangbing answered without the slightest hesitation, the word practically flying out of his mouth.

His voice echoed through the empty ruins, carrying an unquestionable resolve.

The moment he spoke, Tang Yangbing felt a scorching energy surge out from his dantian and sweep through his entire body in an instant.

It felt as though his body had been thrown into a furnace. Every inch of muscle and every bone trembled violently.

A powerful, savage aura rampaged through his body like a flood of ferocious beasts. Though it brought an unprecedented sense of strength, the bloodthirsty impulse was like a sharp dagger plunging deep into his consciousness.

Tang Yangbing clenched his teeth. Veins bulged on his forehead as sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the rubble beneath his feet with a faint hiss.

He could clearly feel that power coursing and roaring within him, like a vicious beast that had been imprisoned for too long and could break free from its cage at any moment.

He forcibly suppressed that bloodthirsty urge, secretly relieved that he could still remain clear-headed.

I hope I never have a reason to transform into a Legendary Super Saiyan! Tang Yangbing thought, a complicated glint flashing through his eyes.

He knew this power was both an opportunity and a curse.

Once it went out of control, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He slowly raised his hands, feeling the surging power within him. It seemed that with every gesture, he could tear apart the sky and crush the earth beneath his feet.

Even the air around him appeared to grow heavy under the pressure of his aura. The distant crows stopped cawing, as if they feared this newborn power.

Time flew, and two years passed in the blink of an eye.

During that time, Earth continued along its original course, though subtle changes had quietly occurred due to Tang Yangbing's presence.

Android 19 and Android 20 appeared right on schedule. Their steel bodies gleamed with a cold, hard light beneath the sun as they strode through the city ruins, kicking up clouds of dust and heralding the arrival of a new crisis.

This time, however, Son Goku and Vegeta were no longer the men they had once been.

A fierce battle erupted across the wasteland. Ki blasts streaked across the sky like meteors, while deafening explosions rang out without end.

Son Goku moved like lightning, his golden hair whipping wildly in the gale. One punch sent rolling shockwaves outward and smashed Android 19 deep into the rock; Vegeta wore a cold sneer as he condensed a dazzling energy sphere in one hand and slammed it down, forcing Android 20 back step by step.

The mechanical red lights in the androids' eyes flickered violently, as though silently asking in horror—this had completely exceeded their calculations.

Far away at Kami's Lookout, the aged Kami closed his eyes in concentration, the third eye on his forehead trembling slightly.

Through his senses, he could clearly "see" every scene unfolding on the battlefield.

When Son Goku's Kamehameha tore through the clouds and completely destroyed Android 19, Kami could not help clapping and laughing. His wrinkled face bloomed with gratified delight.

"Wonderful... Goku and the others have actually grown this strong!" In a recliner at one corner of the courtyard, Tang Yangbing lazily turned over.

Sunlight filtered through the lookout's barrier and fell across his half-closed eyelids.

He did not even fully open his eyes. He merely gave a derisive snort, casually picked up a Senzu Bean from the fruit tray beside him, and tossed it up and down absentmindedly.

"What's there to make such a fuss over? I've beaten them senseless for three whole years. If they still can't handle trash like that, they might as well kill themselves now."

His voice carried a hint of laziness, yet every word was perfectly clear, as though it bore an undeniable weight. Over the past two years, Tang Yangbing had not deliberately trained.

Yet his battle power had naturally doubled, as effortlessly as breathing.

Whenever the night grew still and moonlight fell across his sleeping body, the Legendary Super Saiyan power hidden deep within his bloodline would silently surge like the tide.

Muscle fibers reorganized in his dreams, and his aura condensed unconsciously—such was the gift of the Legendary Super Saiyan Bloodline. Even lying still, his strength accumulated and swelled day after day. "What a terrifying physique..."

Whenever Tang Yangbing was awake, he would occasionally stare at his outstretched palm and feel the energy contained within it, energy that was nearly overflowing.

He could not help thinking of Broly, his fellow Saiyan, and the image of him tearing apart stars in uncontrollable rage.

"No wonder that guy could become so powerful. If transforming didn't mean losing one's mind, the Legendary Super Saiyan Bloodline... would probably be the most unstoppable existence in this universe."

He let out a soft breath and reclined in his chair again, allowing his thoughts to drift away.

After all, this power was like a double-edged sword—it was both a gift and a curse.

Every leap in strength seemed to remind him of the violent nature hidden deep within his bloodline, like a ticking time bomb.

If one day he too was consumed by rage like Broly and lost his reason... who would be able to stop him then?

At that thought, the corner of Tang Yangbing's mouth lifted into an almost imperceptible smile.

He closed his eyes and let his consciousness sink into the warm darkness.

In any case, all he needed to do now was keep lying here leisurely.

After all—"You can grow stronger just by sleeping. Is there anything easier than that?"

Time slipped by like running water. Two years passed in the blink of an eye amid training and sparring. Tang Yangbing stood on the observation platform outside the gravity chamber, his arms crossed and brows slightly furrowed as he stared intently at the figure wrapped in golden aura within the training grounds.

Son Goku was shrouded in golden energy, his golden hair standing on end as lightning flickered around him, yet he was still unable to break through that invisible barrier.

Fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, his muscles tensed, and every exertion caused the surrounding space to distort slightly.

Yet no matter how he roared or urged the energy within his body, the barrier leading to a higher realm remained utterly unshakable. "Two years..." Tang Yangbing muttered, his fingers unconsciously tapping against the railing. "He still can't even touch the threshold of Super Saiyan 2. Don't tell me this monkey has been slacking off?"

Just then, another dazzling golden light shot into the sky from the other end of the training grounds.

Vegeta floated in midair, radiating an aura far more solid than it had been two years ago.

His long golden hair was no longer as wild as when he had first transformed. Instead, it carried a composed steadiness, fully under his control.

Every punch he threw came with an explosive crack that tore through the air, while the ground beneath him continuously fractured under the impact of his energy. "Haaah!" Vegeta roared, and dozens of training robots shattered wherever his fist wind swept through.

A confident curve rose at the corner of his mouth, and blazing fighting intent burned in his eyes.

Over the past two years, under Tang Yangbing's deliberate and inadvertent provocation, Vegeta's progress had been nothing short of astonishing.

Though his endurance still could not compare to that Kakarot, who never seemed to tire, his explosive power was already enough to contend evenly with Son Goku.

Thinking of the dozen-odd battles between the two, Tang Yangbing could not help but smile—every time, they fought until the sky darkened and the earth dimmed, only for it to always end in a draw.