If he hadn’t transmigrated here, Goku would still be this world’s rightful protagonist.
But since he had transmigrated here…
I’m the protagonist!
Can’t lose face as a transmigrator!
But throwing his life away blindly wasn’t an option.
Today, just holding hands with Lunch had handed him this many extra days of cultivation, out of nowhere.
If things with Lunch went a step further, got a little more intimate, he might actually be able to beat Raditz through sheer strength.
Oryon made up his mind and looked at Son Goku.
“I know you’re worried about Gohan’s safety. But even the three of us together against Raditz would only be gambling on a sliver of a chance. To be safe, I want you to give me one day.”
“What? Why do I need to wait a day?” Son Goku asked, puzzled.
“What can one day even do?”
Oryon said, “I can feel my cultivation is about to break through a bottleneck. I have a feeling it might happen tonight…”
“What?”
Piccolo and Goku both turned to look at Oryon, their expressions grave.
Both of them focused, checking Oryon’s ki.
It did seem stronger than before — and its intensity was already close to their own.
Strength was what earned respect.
It was only because they’d both sensed the strength of his ki that they began to take Oryon seriously and believe what he said.
A moment later, Son Goku nodded.
“All right. To be extra safe, I’ll spend today training hard too!”
Piccolo said, “Then I’ll get ready as well. I’ll come find you both here the moment it’s light tomorrow!”
“Good!”
The three of them said in unison.
Goku and Chi-Chi went back to Mount Paozu, and Bulma returned to Capsule Corporation.
Oryon borrowed a Capsule House from Bulma and took Lunch to a secluded island.
Oryon popped open the Capsule House, sent Lunch inside to cook, and for the first time, started training.
Really, his main goal was to get a feel for his current power and prepare for tomorrow’s battle.
He started with a few sets of push-ups, sprints, and jumps, then finished with some precision drills — things like firing Energy Waves.
The feeling of firing an Energy Wave for the first time was indescribable.
He stared at his own flesh-and-blood palm — the thing had just unleashed an energy blast capable of shattering mountains and splitting stone — and excitement surged through him.
The sun sank slowly toward the west, and the sea breeze, tinged with salt, drew down the curtain of night.
When Oryon came back to the house, warm yellow light spilled out through the windows, lighting up a stretch of beach. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
It was quiet and beautiful in a way that felt almost unreal.
“Oryon!”
Lunch spotted him through the window as he returned from training and immediately leaned out, waving.
Her long golden hair caught the light with a wild sheen, her smile bright and radiant.
“Dinner’s ready! Get in here!”
“Coming!”
Oryon walked into the dining area to find the table already loaded with food.
Two bottles of red wine sat in the center.
Besides that, there were candlesticks, flowers, and the tableware had been laid out with exquisite care…
“Wow, not just a feast — you even set the mood.”
A small thrill of delight ran through Oryon.
Looks like Lunch was just as eager to break past that last barrier between them!
If anything, she couldn’t wait even more than he could.
Except — where was she?
Oryon looked around, but Lunch was nowhere in sight.
He’d just sat down.
when Lunch walked in.
She’d shed her cooking clothes and changed into something far more sultry.
A tight black dress traced every curve of her figure, the hem stopping right at her knees.
Her long legs were sheathed in black stockings that caught a faint sheen in the candlelight.
A pair of red high heels added one more thick layer of mood to the night.
Oryon looked at Lunch, his eyes burning.
“Lunch, you look gorgeous!”
Lunch’s cheeks flushed slightly.
Pressing her lips together, she stepped closer in her heels, one step at a time.
She turned slightly to the side, the dress clinging even tighter to her shape, and settled her full hips right onto Oryon’s lap.
“Well? Do I look good?”
“Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous!”
“Better than Bulma?”
“Better than that — tonight, you’re the most beautiful woman under heaven…” You are reading on g.com, the official source.
Lunch burst out laughing.
She knew perfectly well Oryon was just sweet-talking her, but it felt wonderful to hear anyway.
“You really know how to charm a girl. Still… I like it.”
Lunch rose, picked up the wine bottle, and began pouring for Oryon.
Once both glasses were full, she set the bottle down, wrapped her arms gently around his neck from behind, and pressed her cheek close to his ear.
“Come on, let’s have a drink!”
They clinked glasses gently, and Oryon took a big swallow — a burning warmth surged up his throat.
In that instant, a wave of pure satisfaction washed over him.
“Ahh, good wine…”
Lunch downed hers in one gulp, and a flush of red bloomed instantly across her face, an effortless allure settling over her.
“Come on, another round!”
It seemed she couldn’t wait any longer, wanting to speed things along and get herself tipsy as fast as possible.
She reached to clink glasses with him again.
But the moment she stood up, her steps went unsteady and wobbly.
Oryon quickly reached out and caught her by the waist.
“Careful, you’re drunk…”
“That was only one glass. I’m not drunk,” Lunch insisted stubbornly.
Just then, her heel suddenly twisted beneath her.
“Ah—!”
Oryon grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his arms, then hooked his index finger and gave the tip of her nose a gentle flick.
“Honestly, be more careful…”
“Mm!”
Lunch bit her lip lightly and wrapped her arms around Oryon’s neck.
“Aren’t… aren’t we moving a little fast?”
“It just means we should’ve met sooner!” Oryon answered.
Lunch bit down gently on her lower lip and turned her head slightly aside.
“Then… will you think I’m an easy woman?”
Oryon cupped her soft, smooth face in his hands and said gently, “Of course not. The moment I saw you, I knew you were a good girl…”
Lunch had never experienced anything like this — it was the first time a man had ever treated her this way, and for a moment she forgot how to breathe.
Her full chest rose and fell without pause, her breathing growing heavy.
Cupping the girl’s face in his hands, Oryon closed his eyes and kissed her deeply.