Dragon Ball: Reborn as a Saiyan, I'm even more eccentric than Goku!

Chapter 180 Cultivation in Heaven

The sunshine in heaven is always just the right amount of warm.

It's not dazzling or scorching; it's like someone installed ten thousand perfectly adjusted soft lights on the ceiling.

The training ground in Heaven was a reinforced cloud, with several golden pillars erected along its edge, inscribed with the words "Use of large-scale energy waves is prohibited."

Upon seeing Sun Mo on the 18th, she was overjoyed.

"I never imagined you'd die too."

Sun Mo asked, "What, are you here to mock me?"

Number 18 was startled and immediately waved his hand in rejection.

"No, I didn't mean that. I misspoke. I'm sorry—"

Sun Mo shook his head and said, "It's okay, I don't care about those things, I only care about your strength!"

I heard you volunteered to train with me, I hope your strength won't disappoint me too much.

Number 18 was taken aback for a moment.

The information Dr. Gro had collected about Sun Mo was exceptionally accurate.

This guy is a pure straight man, a pure power-hungry individual, and seems to have a very detached view of romantic relationships.

Number 18 flicked her bangs and got into a starting stance.

"Come on, let me test your strength!"

Sun Mo scoffed, "You didn't continue cultivating after you died, did you?"

Let me test your depth—”

Sun Mo didn't transform, and the two began sparring.

As expected of Android 18, who could defeat Vegeta, Sun Mo still struggled somewhat without transforming.

but----

With a burst of speed, Sun Mo captured Number 18 and said, "Number 18, your punches aren't fast enough or ruthless enough!"

Number 18 was stunned.

Sun Mo released her, saying with some disappointment, "With this kind of strength, even if I trained with you for a lifetime, I still couldn't beat Broly—"

Number 18: "————"

Sun Mo assumed the starting stance again and said, "Let's continue. Just go with whatever you want; they're all dead anyway—"

Number 18 shook his head.

"I'm tired, let me rest for a bit before we talk again —"

Sun Mo was taken aback.

"Aren't you supposed to have unlimited stamina? How come you're tired?"

Number 18 puffed out her cheeks, glared angrily at Sun Mo, and didn't say a word.

Sun Mo waved his hand and said, "Never mind, it was my fault. Goodbye."

After saying that, Sun Mo left.

We'll continue with extra training on the 18th.

That evening, number 18 returned to the training ground alone.

The clouds were trampled and sank in, then bounced up, then sank in again.

One punch, one punch, another punch.

Her fist slammed into the air with a powerful, forceful impact.

Sweat slid down his cheeks, dripped onto the clouds, and was instantly absorbed without a trace.

"You actually said my punches weren't hard enough?"

She gritted her teeth and threw a punch, the force of which exploded in the air with a muffled thud.

"And you say I'm not fast enough?"

She spun around quickly and kicked out more than a dozen times in a row, each kick faster than the last.

At three in the morning, the stars in heaven were still shining. Number 18 stood in the center of the training field, panting heavily, his clothes soaked with sweat again and again.

The next day, Sun Mo came again.

Number 18 is diligently cultivating alone.

Sun Mo asked in surprise, "So you cultivate this diligently?"

Number 18 stopped, curiously wiping his sweat, and asked, "Didn't you complain that my punches weren't fast enough or hard enough? Why are you doing it again?"

Sun Mo said, "There's nothing I can do, I'm not strong enough either."

You are already the most suitable person in the underworld to spar with me —

Number 18 said helplessly, "Oh, so you had no choice but to pick me—I'm so glad!"

"Come on, let me see if you've improved." Sun Mo beckoned with his finger.

They rushed up on the 18th.

This time, Sun Mo's expression changed slightly.

Her punches came even harder.

Although it was still blocked, Sun Mo's arm paused for a very slight moment.

Her feet moved even faster, so fast that he had to look closely to catch their tracks.

"good."

Sun Mo blocked a side kick from number 18 and encouraged him, "Keep going."

Number 18 remained silent, but his offensive intensified.

The third day, the fourth day, and the fifth day.

Every day during his cultivation, Sun Mo could sense the changes in Number 18.

Her punches grew heavier, her kicks faster, and her reflexes sharper.

That progress was not a slow accumulation, but a rapid surge that was almost visible to the naked eye.

On the seventh day, during a sparring session, Sun Mo was forced to take a step back for the first time.

He looked down at the faint mark on his feet, then looked up, something lighting up in his eyes.

"interesting."

Number 18 didn't stop. Taking advantage of the moment he was stunned, he punched him in the face.

Sun Mo dodged to the side and reached out to grab, but missed. Number 18 had already flashed behind him.

Sun Mo turned around and looked at her.

She stood there, slightly out of breath, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, but her eyes were much brighter than a week ago.

Sun Mo suddenly smiled.

"No wonder."

Number 18 was taken aback: "What?"

"No wonder Dr. Gro chose you and your brother for modification."

Sun Mo walked over, stopped in front of her, and said, "So you have such great talent and you've improved so quickly."

Number 18 was stunned.

The sunlight fell on her face, making her blonde hair shine.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out.

There was only a slight, barely noticeable redness on her cheeks.

"Let's continue."

Sun Mo returned to his original position and assumed the starting stance.

Number 18 took a deep breath and nodded.

The cultivation continues.

Some more days passed.

Number 18 is even stronger now, and Sun Mo is taking him seriously.

This rate of increase in strength even surpassed Sun Mo's growth, which surprised Sun Mo.

No wonder Android 17 was able to shine in the Tournament of Power and even win MVP after sparring with Cell Jr.

Dr. Groh chose them because they were exceptionally gifted.

With the added boost of the androids' unlimited energy, their potential talent is almost on par with that of the Saiyans.

It was another afternoon showdown.

On the training field, two figures were entangled together, moving so fast that they were almost invisible.

The dull thuds of fists and feet colliding were continuous, like someone beating a giant drum.

Sun Mo threw a punch, but Number 18 dodged it by sidestepping and simultaneously delivered a knee strike to his abdomen.

Sun Mo blocked with his elbow, but he didn't expect that this was just a feint. Number 18's other hand had already grabbed his wrist.

He was stunned.

The next second, I felt dizzy and disoriented.

By the time Sun Mo realized what was happening, he had already been pinned down on the clouds.

Number 18 straddled him, one leg pressing down on his waist, one hand on his shoulder, and the other locking his throat.

The clouds were soft, and a shallow pit was formed in them.

Sunlight shone from behind No. 18, casting a golden halo around her silhouette.

Her blonde hair hung down, a few strands falling on Sun Mo's face, tickling him.

Sun Mo blinked, trying to struggle.

But No. 18 pressed down very hard, and the hand holding his throat didn't budge.

"I won."

Number 18 looked down at him, a hint of smugness in her voice.

Sun Mo wanted to transform and shake her off, but he was too embarrassed to do it.

After all, she is a woman, and Sun Mo has already been very accommodating to her.

Suddenly, Number 18 lowered his head and gently touched his face.

It was so light, like a cloud falling on my face.

Sun Mo was stunned.

The entire training ground fell silent, even though there was no one else there.

Sun Mo suddenly stood up.

While wiping the lipstick marks off his face, he yelled, "What are you doing?"

Number 18 blushed, looked directly at Sun Mo, and bravely said, "Idiot, haven't you realized I like you after all this time?"

Sun Mo's mind went blank for about three seconds.

He then said, "Don't like me. I'm already married. My wife is Bulma, and I love her very much—"

Number 18 crossed his arms and said, "Are you stupid? You're already dead. You and she are from two different worlds."

Sun Mo quickly answered, "No, with her here, I can definitely be resurrected!"

Number 18 tossed her bangs and laughed, "So what? You're still here, aren't you?"

Sun Mo opened his mouth, but found himself at a loss for words.

Number 18 stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed.

"Continue your training."

Number 18 turned and walked towards the center of the training field.

Sun Mo shouted, "Number 18, you're not allowed to kiss me anymore, or I'll get angry!"

Number 18 shrugged and laughed, "I know, I just suddenly felt it and couldn't help myself."

"Also, why don't you just dodge? If you can't dodge, don't blame me—"

Sun Mo was taken aback for a moment, then said disdainfully, "Tch, don't get arrogant just because you've made a little progress. I'm just letting you have your way—"

""

Earth.

As Bulma and her friends returned to Earth, the infamous cosmic villain BoJack arrived.

Cell sensed this aura, looked up at the sky, and said, "Indeed, cultivating to become stronger is the right path!"

After a month of training, I wonder who in this world can withstand one punch from me —

Babidi brought Dabura to Earth and dug up Majin Buu's egg.

"Hehehe, I never thought that the Supreme Kai, that idiot, would be killed by a madman like Broly!"

Hahahaha—now no one can stop me from reviving Majin Buu!

Dapra laughed and said, "He died at the perfect time, and we arrived at the perfect time too."

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"That richest man with tons of money just gathered a lot of martial arts tournament experts to participate in the competition. It seems we don't need to organize a martial arts tournament; we can let Majin Buu absorb enough energy."