Ancient Saiyan Bloodline

The bright moonlight poured like a silver waterfall over the ruins of Pilaf Castle, sweeping away the earlier gloom.

The night wind whistled low as it passed through the broken walls and rubble, as though the entire earth were trembling before the miracle about to descend.

Bulma knelt halfway on the gravel-strewn ground, struggling to calm her pounding heart. With trembling hands, she poured the six Dragon Balls from her backpack.

The instant the final One-Star Dragon Ball gathered with the other six—

"Buzz!"

Crimson starlight pulsed rapidly, like the heart of an ancient beast awakening deep within the ruins.

Then, golden light shot into the sky! The heavy darkness for miles around was violently torn apart in an instant, turning night into day!

"Come forth, Shenron!" Bulma clasped her hands together, raised her head, and called out the long-sealed incantation.

Rumble!

Roiling black clouds instantly swallowed the night sky. Purple lightning intertwined wildly within them as a vast pressure that stood above all things crashed down upon the world.

A hundred meters away, the Pilaf trio stared up at the colossal figure flickering in and out of view among the clouds, terrified out of their wits.

"Mother of—there really is a Shenron?!" Pilaf shrieked, his voice cracking.

Yet before he could even turn to run, the three of them rolled their eyes back under the crushing pressure of that terrifying magnetic field and collapsed in unison.

"Roar—!"

The dragon's roar shattered the heavens.

An immense azure dragon that blotted out the sky burst through the dark clouds. Its enormous eyes, like crimson lanterns, gazed indifferently down at the ants beneath it.

"State your wish!"

Shenron's voice was like rolling thunder, exploding directly within everyone's minds. "No matter what wish it is, I can grant it!"

At that sacred, solemn moment, Oolong's fat body suddenly convulsed violently beneath a pile of rubble.

He abruptly opened his eyes. The lecherous look in them had become vacant and eerie, as though his body had been possessed in an instant. That perverted pig burst forth with beastlike speed, scrambling toward Shenron on all fours.

"Shenron! I want a pair of girls' pan—"

Bang!

Before the word "panties" could leave his throat, a cloth shoe blurred through the air and struck the side of Oolong's face with pinpoint accuracy!

Violent force tore through his body.

Oolong's howl was smashed back into his stomach. Like a baseball hit for a home run, he rolled dozens of meters across the ruined ground before crashing into a broken wall with a boom, bringing part of it down.

"A forced plot kill? Good thing I was mentally prepared. I kept thinking about the scene where Oolong made his wish. Trying to cut in front of me? No chance!"

Luo Chen slowly lowered his right leg, one hand tucked into his pocket. His gaze was so calm that it seemed as though he had merely kicked away a bag of trash.

He turned toward the stunned Bulma. The coldness in his eyes immediately faded, and his tone became gentle. "Bulma, a god's patience is limited. Don't keep it waiting. Didn't you always want a Prince Charming on a white horse? Hurry up and make your wish!"

"It's a Prince Charming riding a white horse! If you say 'a white horse prince,' that makes him a centaur! You ignorant idiot!"

Bulma snapped out of her daze and instinctively retorted. The tense, oppressive atmosphere was instantly eased by her teasing complaint.

As she looked at the figure who had always stood in front of her, her mind replayed everything that had happened over this period: the absurd collision when they first met on Bun Mountain, the earthshaking shock at Fire Mountain, his absolute reliability in the wilderness desert, and just now... the composure with which he had torn apart a steel cage barehanded and pulled her back from the brink of death.

Compared to using a wish to conjure up some illusory phantom, true security had actually been by her side all along. Besides...

Bulma looked deeply at Luo Chen, a relieved smile curling across her lips.

It seemed that she no longer needed to pray to the gods for that so-called perfect prince.

"Goku, there's nothing I want right now!" Bulma strode forward, proudly raising her delicate chin.

"This young lady is feeling generous today, so I'm giving you the wish!"

"You're giving it to me?"

Luo Chen was slightly taken aback, surprise flashing through his eyes. He knew how obsessed Bulma had been with this wish; it had been the driving force behind her journey over mountains and across rivers. He had originally been considering what price he would need to pay in exchange for the right to make a wish, but he had not expected this young lady to hand it over so casually.

But he did not refuse.

Luo Chen stepped forward and fearlessly met those enormous red vertical pupils.

As a transmigrator who knew the plot, he understood the future better than anyone. Within this seemingly humorous universe lurked catastrophes despairing enough to make one shudder: Frieza, the emperor of the universe; Cell, the ultimate android; and even Majin Buu.

Although an ordinary Saiyan bloodline possessed enormous potential, its growth cycle was far too long, and it often required extreme rage as a springboard for breakthroughs. If he wanted absolute control before those monsters arrived, he had to fundamentally raise this body's upper limit!

And throughout the entire Dragon Ball universe, there was only one perfect foundation—the "Ancient Saiyan (Legendary Super Saiyan) Bloodline," a mutation that appeared randomly only once every several thousand years!

It was a true god-tier talent. Without transforming into a Great Ape, one could perfectly wield the terrifying power of a Great Ape in one's normal state. Even more frightening was its unreasonable combat potential: it could grow endlessly stronger through battle and rapidly adapt to any level of power. Developed to its limit, it could even confront Super Saiyans in the Super Saiyan Blue realm, and even gods, head-on while remaining in its normal state!

The only fatal flaw of this mutated bloodline was its excessively violent energy. Once it erupted, the host would lose all reason and become a beast that knew only slaughter.

But now, with Shenron's wish, that sole weakness would be completely erased!

And this very moment was the time to put that long-planned idea into action!

"Shenron!"

Luo Chen's voice boomed like a great bell, his tone filled with certainty and fervor.

"Please completely awaken the potential within me. I want to awaken the 'Ancient Saiyan' bloodline! At the same time—erase all side effects of going berserk and losing my rationality, so that I can retain absolute clarity!"

In an instant, all sound between heaven and earth fell silent.

A fierce red light flickered within Shenron's enormous pupils. The inviolable laws of heaven and earth were weighing the worth of a mortal's wish.

"Hummm—!"

After a brief, deathly silence, an incomparably dazzling golden pillar of light, faintly tinged with ghostly green, descended from the sky and completely enveloped Luo Chen.

Within the pillar of light, Luo Chen slowly closed his eyes. He could clearly sense that the dormant cells within his body were undergoing an earth-shattering transformation! His hungry blood surged and roared through his powerful veins, washing over his limbs and bones like enraged dragons. Deep within his genes, the terrifying power that had lain dormant for thousands of years—power belonging solely to an "Ancient Saiyan"—was completely awakened!

Yet before that destructive power could erode his mind, it was forcibly suppressed by some mysterious force. Its primal savagery faded away, and it docilely merged into every part of his body.

The green aura that had been on the verge of erupting was instantly drawn back into invisibility.

Muscle fibers tore and reformed in succession. Amid faint crackling sounds, his bones continuously stretched and strengthened, while the refreshing sensation of being reborn from a cocoon spread throughout his body.

When the golden light slowly faded, Luo Chen opened his eyes once more.

Bulma stood there in a daze, her beautiful eyes filled with astonishment.

The Luo Chen before her seemed to have changed, yet also seemed unchanged. His facial features were still the familiar ones, but his entire aura had become completely different. The childishness was gone, replaced by a deep, restrained composure that even carried a trace of detached calmness.

More visibly, his body had clearly grown taller. His martial arts uniform, which had previously been slightly loose, now fit perfectly over his lean, well-defined muscles. He simply stood there quietly, breathing so softly that he seemed to have merged with the night wind around him.

"The wish has been granted. Farewell!"

With a long roar, Shenron's colossal body, which covered the sky and blotted out the earth, suddenly spiraled into the heavens. Amid dazzling light, he transformed back into seven stones.

Then, with a whoosh, they became seven brilliant shooting stars, streaking across the dark night with long tails as they scattered toward every corner of the world, vanishing completely into the heavens. The night sky, which had just been filled with lightning and thunder, instantly returned to its former tranquility.

Luo Chen gently clenched his fist.

Feeling the unfathomable foundation within him—so immense that even his breathing was automatically making him stronger—a proud curve finally rose on his calm face.

An Ancient Saiyan physique, paired with the Golden Core path of a xianxia world...

This path had real potential. Heh heh heh!