Change never comes overnight.
I learned that the hard way.
So instead of chasing miracles, I focused on something slower—something that could last.
Beyond improving my battle robots, I began introducing a line of everyday products powered by ki: vehicles, tools, and small machines that were cheaper and more efficient than anything already on the market. If ki could fuel warriors, then it could fuel a better life too.
At the same time, I built a training center.
Not for elites like Goku or Krillin—but for ordinary people.
I selected ten individuals who showed real potential and hired them as paid instructors. I didn't expect them to become monsters in strength, but if they could grow strong enough to make their lives easier, to protect themselves and others, then that was more than enough.
From there, I went further.
Police robots were deployed across the city, working alongside human officers chosen from the training center. And then I built a school.
Not just for academics—but for self-defense and serious ki manipulation.
Here, students learned techniques like Ki Bullet and Ki Strike. The training center taught the basics. The school carried my real vision.
A future where strength wasn't rare.
Progress was slow.
But the potential… I could feel it.
Bulma found me one afternoon with a familiar grin.
"I've got something new for you."
She handed me a compact device. "Training armor. This version can generate up to thirty times Earth's gravity."
I whistled softly. "You're trying to crush me now?"
She laughed. "Please. You'll survive."
I tried it on and immediately felt the weight settle into my body like an invisible ocean pressing down. Heavy—but manageable.
"Thanks, Bulma. This will help a lot."
Then she folded her arms proudly. "And as for me…"
She slipped on her armor, and I felt her ki spike.
"One hundred and fifty," I said, sensing it. "You've grown."
"And this baby?" she tapped her armor. "It multiplies my power by thirty now."
We sparred lightly—just enough for me to see how far she'd come. Her skill was improving, but it was her technology that truly shined. Every movement was calculated, efficient.
Afterward, she pulled out another capsule and tossed it to me.
"My old armor. Twenty times multiplier. Consider it a gift."
I caught it, blinking. "Bulma, I'm bigger than you. This thing won't fit."
She smirked. "It'll adjust. Same tech as your training gear."
I smiled and slipped it into my capsule case. "I don't know if I'll ever use it… but I'll keep it. A souvenir from you."
She looked oddly pleased by that.
Goku and Krillin were growing stronger every day.
Goku, of course, pulled ahead faster—but Krillin never slowed down. No matter how wide the gap became, he kept pushing, teeth clenched, refusing to fall behind.
I admired that.
Most people would've given up.
Tien was training somewhere on his own, walking his own path. Piccolo Jr. too, somewhere in the wilds, silent and distant.
Yamcha… I hadn't seen him in a while.
But I knew he'd show up eventually. He always did.
The next World Martial Arts Tournament was coming.
When it did, all of them would stand on the same stage again.
I already had my expectations for how the finals might look.
But then again…
The unexpected had a way of changing everything.
And when it did—
I would be ready.