It's interesting to note that Scouters have quite a few handy little built-in apps. They aren't just communicators or used for measuring battle power. I mean, those are their main functions, sure—but that's not all they can do. For one, they somehow know the universal calendar and even automatically convert to the standard planetary time zone. Talk about convenient.
Also, why does the entire universe share the same calendar?
Spooky.
Unfortunately, it looks like I won't be making any quick cash through the World Martial Arts Tournament. It takes place every three years—I know that much—and Goku won it in Age 756, on May 7. And right now, it's Age 761, October 22nd, 6:37 PM. That means Hercule became the world champion just two years ago or so. If it happens again on May 7, then I've got about seven months to prepare. I'm definitely doing that. It'll be before Vegeta and Nappa arrive, and a quick and easy way to make money. No one else who can enter will be any trouble to beat by then. Maybe, just maybe, Piccolo—but he won't enter. He'll be too busy training Gohan.
And I plan to be way stronger than Piccolo ever was at this point in the timeline. In fact, I'm aiming to reach Vegeta's level. That shouldn't be too hard. If I train at the same intensity as the original Goku, who jumped from a power level of around 400 to 8,000 after six months with King Kai, then surely I—starting at over 1,000 and with twelve months—should at least hit double that, right? Then I can use the Ultra Divine Water and my remaining Senzu Bean for another quick, cheating Zenkai boost like I did with Tien.
Actually, there's no reason I shouldn't end up way stronger than Vegeta when he arrives. And honestly, I don't care about keeping canon intact anymore. Thanks to the knowledge provided by Jordan, I know so many ways to cheat the system that it isn't even funny.
The only real problem will be becoming a Super Saiyan. I've already checked—I don't have a tingly back.
Fucking hacker Caulifla. Your boobs are amazing, but you are so hax, lady.
But anyway—why did the date and time even matter? They didn't, really. They just gave me a timeline to work within, to get stronger and improve my living situation. I probably could've gone to Bulma; she might have given me a capsule house or something. But in the end, I didn't want to deal with any of the original crew right now.
So instead, I grabbed my pod, and—with my two green cabbage-headed pets—I flew over to Grandpa's house.
The original hadn't been here in a while, so the place was a bit dusty. But I knew all the best places to hunt for food nearby, and—bonus—there was a bed. Taking a shit in the woods, though, was a pain. Jordan's comfy lifestyle had spoiled me hard. But for the last week or so, I've been dealing with it.
"Hah!" Compressing my red aura around my fist, I punched the large incoming purple energy beam straight back toward the one who fired it—Niji. With a startled squawk, the plant monster leapt out of the way. But I had no time to rest. I sensed the other one coming at me fast from behind.
Using a burst of power from my feet, I spun around mid-air, narrowly avoiding the claw strike aimed at my back. At the same time, I cloaked my knee in compressed red aura, just like I'd done with my fist.
As I came around, I buried my knee into the base of Ichiji's spine, sending him crashing down hard enough to plow through the ground and leave a decently large crater. Niji rushed to his side and started digging him out. They were scuffed up pretty badly. They were born to fight, but... I'd grown kind of fond of these guys. I didn't really want to keep beating them like they were punching bags. They took it without complaint, but after I'd adapted to my weighted clothing and started surpassing them, I couldn't help feeling like an abusive pet owner.
"All right, guys!" I called down, floating toward the direction of Grandpa's house. "Let's call it a day for sparring and get some grub."
I'd caught a bunch of giant fish earlier and left them cooking while we sparred. I typically only sparred with these guys for about an hour, two or three times a day—once before breakfast, once before lunch, and once before dinner, which was about now.
Ichiji and Niji followed, though a bit more gingerly than me. The weights I wore made my hits hurt.
It only took a moment to reach the cooking pit outside our little base of operations. Four giant fish were roasting over a fire. The two Saibamen didn't wait for my signal—they landed beside one of the fish and immediately started tearing into it.
I wasn't sure what Saibamen actually ate—or even how long they lived—but they didn't seem picky. Fish, meat, fruit, random wild plants… they'd eat just about anything. Though not in the insane quantities I needed. I'd eaten three of those giant fish in one sitting and still felt like I could go for ten more.
It was kind of disconcerting, honestly.
Still, this week has shown some impressive results. Saibamen can grow stronger, and they've been steadily improving.
I looked over at Ichiji, who had a red line painted below his right eye to tell him apart from his brother, and tapped my Scouter.
Beep beep — 1,267.
Then I checked Niji, who had a blue line instead.
Beep beep — 1,254.
Ichiji was more aggressive and impulsive, while Niji was more conservative and cautious. Niji took to ki sensing and manipulation faster than his brother, who couldn't sit still for more than five minutes. Honestly, I wish I could give him a fidget spinner or something. He'd probably break it, though.
Still, both were crazy talented. They'd even started mimicking my fighting stances and adapting them to their own styles, though they still preferred claw strikes with their hands and feet. And it only took them a few days to get the hang of basic ki manipulation. Not surprising, I guess—they're literally born to fight.
Unfortunately, they can't talk. So yeah… conversation's been a bit lacking.
As for me, my own power and fighting style have exploded. I noticed during sparring that I tend to favor my knees and elbows for follow-up attacks. It feels like muscle memory—Jordan's influence bleeding into my body. My style's become a mishmash of the Turtle School and Muay Thai.
One awesome discovery: compressing ki to a fine point and striking like a Muay Thai fighter is great for breaking through ki defenses. It's like a physical spear—same principle as the Special Beam Cannon or Death Beam—but layered over my body and much quicker to use.
My power has skyrocketed, too. I honestly didn't expect such a massive increase already. But then again, this is basically like training at ten times gravity all day for a week straight. Well, ten times Earth's gravity, based on the weights Goku used with King Kai.
And with my Saiyan body, I really shouldn't be surprised.
After just one week, my power level had risen to a staggering:
1,632.