"Hmm?"
Previously unnoticed, Bulma now realized something.
After spending a year inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, the Saiyan princess seemed to have grown even more feminine.
Thanks to a certain troublemaker, Bulma, being an experienced observer, quickly connected the dots. A wild and daring suspicion surfaced in her mind.
"Yuujin... you didn't... did you two...?"
Looking at Yuujin, who was walking over with maids in his arms, Bulma stammered.
Knowing what Bulma meant, Yuujin shrugged.
"Exactly that."
Hearing his response, Bulma's mouth twitched hard.
It really was something only this scoundrel would do!
Meanwhile, ignoring Bulma's speechlessness, Yuujin, Goku, and their companions bathed, changed out of their tattered clothes, and feasted in the temple's grand hall.
The maids served dish after dish of exquisite delicacies, tirelessly replacing empty plates. Watching the voracious speed at which the group devoured their meal, Bulma and the others were left speechless.
How long had it been since they last ate? Their combined appetite could rival that of hundreds!
But this wasn't their fault. The Hyperbolic Time Chamber had ample supplies, but training left little time for gourmet cooking. Meals were quick and simple.
A year without fine dining, coupled with the energy-intensive training, naturally led to them eating "a little" more than usual.
Satisfied and rested, Yuujin and his companions finally felt alive again.
Training requires balance, alternating effort with recovery. Relentless training only strains mind and body.
Having completed this grueling session, they decided it was time to savor life's pleasures again.
That night, Yuujin brought Bulma, Tights, Snake Princess, Hasky, Violet, Mai, and dozens of Red Silk Girls to his chambers. In the extravagant palace, indulgence and debauchery unfolded.
The decadent symphony resounded through the halls, leaving the guards at the door weak-kneed.
After an unknown length of time, the indulgent feast concluded.
Soft light filled the palace, and beautiful figures lay scattered.
Having gone a year without such luxuries, Yuujin's face radiated unbridled satisfaction.
But it wasn't enough—he craved more!
"Continue. Please me," Yuujin commanded, brushing Vegeta's face.
Years of training had maintained the princess's perfect physique, her elegant features and cool demeanor now adorned with marks of sin.
Vegeta glared coldly at Yuujin, unmoved.
Her body had nearly been ruined by this bastard!
"Have you forgotten our deal?"
"You've lost to me time and again. Until you win and regain your freedom, everything about you is mine to control. So—"
"Please me. Now. Immediately!"
With a devilish grin, Yuujin issued his command again.
Anger and unwillingness surged in Vegeta's eyes, but she lowered her proud head.
He was right. She was a loser. Until she defeated him and reclaimed her freedom, she had no right to resist.
Struggling to support herself, Vegeta assumed a humiliating position before Yuujin, surrendering her pride.
An electric thrill surged through Yuujin's mind as he laughed joyously.
The princess must loathe him. Someday, she might seek vengeance a thousandfold.
But Yuujin wouldn't give her the chance!
He vowed to grow stronger and savor this domination forever...
Days later, in the temple—
Yuujin smiled at Piccolo, Tien, Yamcha, Krillin, and Chiaotzu before him.
Having just returned from the afterlife, they stood revitalized, radiating power. Their year of training under King Kai had transformed them.
"Not bad. Seems like your time with King Kai paid off."
"You've mastered the Kaio-ken, right?"
Nodding in approval, Yuujin asked.
"Thanks to the Senzu Beans you gave us, we all mastered the Kaio-ken!"
Excitedly, Krillin demonstrated, his body erupting in red energy.
Training on King Kai's planet was grueling. They lost count of how many times they shattered their bodies learning Kaio-ken, but they persevered.
Now, having mastered the powerful technique, their strength had soared. Compared to before, they were entirely new beings!
"You've exceeded my expectations. Let me test your power myself."
"Piccolo, care for a match?"
Standing, Yuujin turned to Piccolo.
"I'd love to!"
Piccolo smirked, unleashing an intense battle aura.
The group moved to a training ground atop the temple, where Yuujin faced Piccolo, Tien, and the others all at once.
Knowing Yuujin's strength, they didn't hold back, unleashing their full power.
As Krillin mentioned, they had all mastered Kaio-ken. Due to differences in strength, Chiaotzu could only manage a 2x Kaio-ken, Krillin 4x, while Tien and Yamcha reached 5x.
Piccolo had not only mastered Kaio-ken but adapted it to his unique physiology.
The Namekian race is naturally powerful, with abilities like far-seeing, enhanced hearing, and regeneration.
Piccolo modified Kaio-ken into a technique that unleashed explosive power during attacks but returned to normal states otherwise.
This adaptation maximized destructive force while conserving energy, effectively creating an advanced Kaio-ken.
Only Piccolo's resilient Namekian body could handle it. If Krillin or Yamcha attempted it, their bodies would collapse.
The power boost gave Piccolo immense confidence. He believed he could finally defeat the loathsome Yuujin.
If he overthrew Yuujin, the world would bow to him as Piccolo the Great Demon King!
But dreams are often shattered by harsh reality...
To be continued…
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