“Seriously, I need a new scouter.”
Zukishi was in the gravity room of his ship, which floated in the atmosphere.
He had yet to meet the other Saiyans, and he stayed here for one reason.
This room was very strong, capable of handling 100 times the gravity of Planet Vegeta and even withstanding Ki beams.
Bardock had done a great job designing it.
So, this one should handle him powering up and unlocking his potential.
Although Zukishi could train and get stronger before unlocking his potential for a better power-up, he could always train after unlocking his hidden potential, and even re-unlock it after a long time had passed, when his body got used to his power and had new potential hiding.
He closed his eyes, putting his palm on his forehead and channeling his magic power to guide his hidden potential out.
Suddenly, a surge of energy went through his body.
His muscles bulged, and Zukishi put his hand down, opening his eyes widely.
He could feel it—his Ki, soaring higher and higher.
His aura turned into light that covered the room instantly, and then it vanished.
Zukishi floated there.
In an instant, his power climbed to ten times more.
And that’s not all.
It was still climbing.
“Just now, I felt ten times stronger.
But my power continues to climb.
By the end of the day, the potential unlocking will be over.
I wonder how much stronger I’ll get,” he thought to himself.
He opened his palm and focused on materialization magic.
This kind of magic was used by spiritual and divine races to create stuff.
The Kais used it to create metals and other stuff, while Piccolo used it to make heavy clothes.
Zukishi tried to make a scouter.
Something resembling a scouter materialized.
Zukishi examined it and cracked it open.
As he expected, there weren’t any wires inside.
It might look like a scouter, but it lacked the complex interior.
‘I can only make things that I know about,’ he thought as he opened his hand, and a pair of shoes appeared, with a Puma mark.
‘At least I can make clothes out of thin air,’ he thought.
‘I’m like Kenshiro now.
I will never run out of shirts.’
Zukishi smiled as he felt the energy in his body climbing higher and higher.
He closed his eyes.
As he was the one who unlocked his own potential, he had seen it.
Given the rate at which the yellow ball, which represented his hidden potential, was spreading, it would take around five hours for it to completely spread through his body.
‘If I get something like Krillin’s 75-times power increase, I would be way more grateful.
But maybe I’ll get less or more.
I won’t complain about more power,’ he thought.
‘When I become a Super Saiyan, in any case, I would be able to defeat Frieza.
If I turned Super Saiyan, that would make it 100 million, only 20 million short.’ He thought, ‘Well, I’ll have to wait until the end of the day to find out.
Not to mention, I will need a new scouter, a real one.’
“Anyways, time to reward my good subordinates.”
Zukishi stood up in the gravity room.
He paused, pondered, and said, “Ten times.”
The gravity increased to that level.
But his body didn’t feel that much heavier.
He continued moving, walking leisurely.
Sure, it took effort to walk, but it wasn’t as intense as before.
“Turn off,” he commanded as he got out of the door.
Next, he walked to Sala’s room, where she was sleeping and hugging the pillow.
Her tail wagged, grabbing his attention to the cake underneath it, wrapped in shorts.
He raised his hand.
“Pa!”
Sala opened her eyes widely, waking up.
“We’re under attack!”
She quickly floated up and took a fighting stance, only to realize that Zukishi was standing above her.
She then remembered what happened.
They were celebrating with the Namekians, and she had fallen asleep.
Now, she was in her room, and Zukishi looked at her with a smirk.
“Oh, Zuki.” She smirked at him as she landed on her feet, her tail brushing against his face.
“You couldn’t wait for me to wake up, could you?
Do you want to celebrate our victory in a proper way?
No backdooring, just straight to the goal.” Maybe it would be a good chance to get his heir and have her position as his woman established.
“Well, I have something better,” Zukishi smiled.
“Do you still have a spare scouter, the ones that Maro enhanced?”
“What could be better than a woman ready for you on her knees?” she replied, her tail brushing against his chest.
“After a tremendous victory.”
“It’s hard to find something like that,” Zukishi replied, already used to the tail flirting.
He put his hand on her forehead and said, “But I found it.”
“And what is it?” she asked in a flirtatious tone.
“Well, bring your scouter, and you’ll see,” Zukishi replied.
Sala felt something was off.
She controlled herself quickly, reached around her armor, and grabbed her scouter.
“I understand you found a way to increase your power after saving those Namekians,” she said.
After having been with her for a few months and seeing that she was over him, Zukishi came to trust her.
Even though she was a cold-blooded warrior, he believed he could fix her.
“You’re smart, indeed,” Zukishi nodded.
“Oh, what did you gain?” she asked as she pressed a button on her scouter.
“A few abilities.
One is potential unlocking, and the second is healing magic,” he said.
Those were the two most important abilities, other than having the power to gather the Dragon Balls instantly.
The scouter exploded.
“What’s the last number it said?” Zukishi asked, excited.
She fell onto the bed behind her, on her back, and looked at the ceiling in a daze.
“2… 2 million.
Didn’t have to read the number after that, but it was quickly climbing,” she added.
By now, as the strongest female Saiyan warrior, it seemed that there was only one male left for her in the world.
She rose up and looked up at Zukishi, admiration filling her eyes.
Zukishi nodded.
It seemed that his guess was correct.
“Now, let me unlock yours.
Although there is no scouter, I’ll be able to tell by feeling.” As he said that, he closed his eyes and channeled his magic into her body, searching for her potential in the form of light balls.
She was older, so she seemed to have more potential locked away.
“That’s quite good.” As he said that, he released the potential-unlocking magic.
An aura wrapped around her, and the ship began shaking.
Zukishi realized that doing so in her room was a mistake and could only hope that the ship could hold on.
Luckily, the power-up was quick, and the ship stopped shaking.
She looked at her arms.
“I felt a strong push… How strong am I?”
“Around 350,000,” Zukishi said, impressed.
“Impressive.
But it’s not final.
Tomorrow, we’ll be able to tell.”
She smiled, excited.
“Can we fuck now?”
“That has to wait.
We gotta meet the other Saiyans and give Maro his reward,” Zukishi said.
“I take it back.
There are things better than a woman on her knees.” Sala smiled, remembering Fruita.
“Another one with my boots on her head.
Now that we finally got power, taking over Planet Vegeta should be child’s play.”
“You’re quite sadistic, aren’t you?” Zukishi smiled and shook his head.
He thought about conquering Planet Vegeta.
But the time wasn’t right.
And now that Beerus was around, he didn’t want to run errands for him.
So, he had made up his plan.
“Only with some.” She shrugged as she wrapped her tail around his waist.
“Let’s go to those Saiyans and show them what we are made of.
If you are tired, you can leave the negotiation to me.
I’ll be more glad to be the one to lay down your terms.”
“Now you wanna play the dom?” Zukishi smiled.
“But I’ll take care of it.”