The first rays of morning sunlight streamed through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the messy room.
An expensive custom dress hung from the chandelier, half the bedsheets trailed across the floor, and the quilt had been bundled into a cocoon in the corner of the bed.
Krillin slowly opened his eyes, feeling completely refreshed.
This was another hidden benefit of the Saitama Template—absolute energy.
No matter how intense the "special training" had been the previous night, waking up the next morning felt like being a fully charged battery, without the slightest hint of fatigue.
He glanced at the "cocoon" beside him.
Bulma was still asleep. Several ambiguous red marks were visible on her exposed shoulders.
Her breathing was steady and deep. Clearly, last night's "Procreation Plan" had exhausted her quite a bit.
Krillin quietly got out of bed so he wouldn't wake her.
He walked onto the balcony and inhaled the fresh morning air.
Even though he no longer needed oxygen to survive, he still enjoyed the refreshing feeling.
"System, report the data," Krillin thought silently.
[Ding! Phase One of the S-rank mission "Procreation Plan" has been over-completed.]
[Detected that the Host has advanced bravely in battle and also worked diligently toward the great cause of procreation, displaying outstanding valor.]
[Heroine Bulma's Favorability: MAX (Locked, unwavering until death).]
[Stamina Test Result: Infinite (Saitama Template Trait).]
[Rewards Obtained: All Attributes +50, Saitama Template Fusion Rate increased to 3%]
[Current Status:]
Strength: 400 (MAX – Breakthrough Limit)
Speed: 400 (MAX – Breakthrough Limit)
Physique: 400 (MAX – Breakthrough Limit)
Spirit: 400 (MAX – Breakthrough Limit)
Charm: 16 (Cosmic-Level Heartthrob)
Special Abilities: Starry Sky Adapter, Serious Series, Instant Transmission, Divine Healing Technique
Krillin raised an eyebrow.
Just one night increased his Strength by 50 points?
That was faster than training an entire day in the Gravity Room.
It seemed that while this activity was enjoyable, the improvement to strength was also quite impressive.
"What are you smirking about?"
A lazy voice came from behind him.
Krillin turned around.
Bulma stood by the sliding door wearing an oversized men's shirt while rubbing her sleepy eyes.
The loose shirt hung off her frame, giving her a unique kind of charm.
Her walking posture looked a little awkward. Clearly, she was still tired from last night.
"Good morning, Mrs. Bulma," Krillin walked over and wrapped an arm around her waist.
"I was just thinking about what we should name our future child."
Bulma yawned and leaned her head against his chest, her voice soft.
"I already thought about that. If it's a boy, we'll call him Trunks. If it's a girl… well, I'll think about that later."
Krillin silently thought to himself that they definitely couldn't use that name.
Suddenly, Bulma looked up at him suspiciously.
"By the way, yesterday you mentioned a 'future crisis.' What crisis are you talking about? Didn't you already drive King Piccolo away?
With your strength now, who on Earth could possibly match you?"
The smile on Krillin's face faded slightly.
He looked at the distant sky, his gaze turning serious.
"Bulma… do you think humans are the only intelligent life in the universe?"
"Of course not. Isn't Piccolo himself an alien?" Bulma said casually.
"Yes, but there are beings far more terrifying than Piccolo," Krillin spoke in a heavy tone.
"Goku... actually isn't an Earthling either."
"Huh?!" Bulma instantly woke up completely.
"What kind of joke is that? Well, he does have a tail, eats an absurd amount of food, and transforms into a giant ape during the full moon… wait…"
Bulma suddenly went quiet.
As a genius scientist, she simply hadn't connected the clues before.
But with Krillin's reminder, everything suddenly clicked together.
"That's right. He's a Saiyan, a warrior race that specializes in conquering planets and selling them."
Krillin's words were shocking.
"And in the near future, his fellow Saiyans will come to Earth looking for him. Each of them possesses the power to destroy this planet."
Bulma's face immediately changed.
She grabbed Krillin's shirt tightly, her knuckles turning pale.
"Then… what should we do? Does Goku know about this?"
"He doesn't know yet, and don't tell anyone for now," Krillin said calmly.
"That guy only knows how to eat and train. Let him enjoy some peaceful days first."
Krillin gently patted her back to reassure her.
"But don't worry. That's exactly why I made my wish and why I'm training so hard."
He clenched his fist under the sunlight.
"Whether it's the Saiyans or some cosmic emperor, if they dare to destroy my life or hurt you… I'll blast them to pieces with a single punch."
Krillin's words carried absolute confidence.
Not arrogance—just calm certainty backed by overwhelming strength.
Bulma looked at the bald man before her and suddenly felt completely at ease.
This was the man she had chosen.
Most of the time he seemed unreliable, but when it truly mattered, he was more dependable than anyone.
"In that case…" Bulma's eyes sparkled mischievously.
She stood on her tiptoes and gently blew into Krillin's ear.
"If the enemies are that strong, then for the sake of Earth's peace… shouldn't we work a little harder?"
Krillin froze for a moment before feeling a soft hand pinch his waist.
"Ahem, Dr. Bulma," Krillin coughed lightly, "as a martial artist, I must remind you that excessive physical exhaustion isn't good."
"Cut the nonsense! My body was modified by Shenron. My recovery ability is incredible!"
Bulma grabbed his collar and dragged him back into the room with queen-like authority.
"To create the strongest genes, how could once possibly be enough? This is also for the sake of scientific rigor!"
Krillin smiled helplessly, though there was obvious affection in his eyes.
"Alright, alright… if it's for Earth… Then let the storm come even harder!"
Over the next few days, the citizens of West City noticed that the newly crowned Martial Arts champion had seemingly disappeared from public view.
He appeared to be completely indulging in a comfortable life.
Only Dr. Brief occasionally complained that the household food consumption had increased dramatically.
He also mentioned that a certain reinforced bedroom sometimes vibrated strangely in the middle of the night, making him suspect the seismological instruments were malfunctioning.
Meanwhile, on the other side of Earth, at Mount Paozu—
Goku trained diligently in the fields, sweating heavily.
Thanks to the money Krillin had given him, he no longer needed to worry about making a living and could focus entirely on training.
"Achoo!"
Goku rubbed his nose and looked up at the sky.
"Strange… is someone thinking about me? Or maybe… is there something delicious to eat?"
Peaceful times are always brief and precious.
But beneath this seemingly calm daily life, everyone was preparing in their own way for the coming Great Cosmic Era.
And on Krillin's System panel, the countdown for the Saiyan Invasion was silently ticking down.
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