Shared Talent: Traveling through a hundred worlds simultaneously

The hot springs steamed gently, and the night was warm and inviting.

The distant cheers of celebration from the beach drifted in, while in this tranquil pool, two hearts that had once followed vastly different paths were slowly drawing closer and intertwining in a unique way.

If Master Roshi were here, he'd probably bleed so much from his nose that he'd stain half the hot spring red.

But at this moment, he can probably only spend another "fulfilling" night embracing his magazines featuring beautiful women, filled with endless envy for his disciples.

Time flows like water, quietly passing through relatively peaceful years.

The main storyline of the Dragon Ball world is uneventful.

The crisis of Majin Buu quietly arises in another timeline and is eventually quelled.

News has come that Goku, Vegeta, and others fought a fierce battle and finally defeated the terrifying pink entity with the Spirit Bomb.

Upon learning this, Su Chen simply smiled and continued to focus on the tranquil yet magnificent harbor he had personally built.

He had long since entrusted the responsibility of protecting the Earth to the Z Fighters who were constantly pushing their limits, while he himself retreated behind the scenes, enjoying a rare moment of leisure and companionship.

Communication has become the main theme of daily life.

It's not about martial arts insights, but rather more trivial and heartwarming topics.

He would listen to Bulma's endless stream of her latest crazy inventions, offering praise or practical advice as appropriate.

He patiently accompanies the blue-haired Lanqi as she researches new recipes, watching her beam with a gentle, satisfied smile as she successfully bakes a perfect batch of cookies.

He would also deliberately tease the blonde Lan Qi, and after she got angry, he would use his roguish gentleness to subdue her, ultimately earning her a kiss that was both shameful and angry, but in which she no longer resisted.

The interactions with No. 18 were quieter. They would often sit side by side, watching the clouds drift by, or I would point out a clumsy beetle or a brightly colored picture book to her, slowly filling in the missing vibrant colors of life in her past memories.

Xiao Wu, as always, incorporated silent companionship and the utmost service into every detail. Her gaze always followed Su Chen, as if he were the axis of her entire world.

On this day, sunlight streamed through the villa's spacious French windows, casting bright spots of light on the floor.

On a whim, Su Chen took out a gift he had prepared beforehand from the all-purpose capsule.

Several carefully selected outfits.

"Here, give it a try." He smiled and handed the boxes to them one by one.

When they reappeared in the living room, even Su Chen, who was used to seeing stunning beauties, couldn't help but be amazed.

Bulma chose a sharply tailored burgundy velvet evening gown.

The deep V-neckline perfectly showcased her enviable assets and delicate collarbones, while the cinched waist design accentuated her slender figure, which rivaled that of a young girl. The fishtail skirt swayed gracefully with her every step.

She styled her long blue hair into an elegant yet fashionable updo, revealing her slender neck, and adorned her ears with simple diamond stud earrings.

She looked like a Hollywood star from the last century—confident, charming, and radiant. She raised her chin at Su Chen, a smug smile playing on her lips, as if to say, "Aren't you amazed?"

good looking.

cough~

He admitted that it was to fulfill some of his own fetishes.

Lan Qi, with her blue hair, wore a light purple modified Hanfu-style long dress.

The soft silk fabric clung to her slender figure like water, the stand-up collar with its knotted buttons exuded a classic elegance, and the cuffs and hem were embroidered with delicate lotus scroll patterns.

She loosely tied her smooth blue hair up with a white jade hairpin, a few strands falling beside her cheeks, making her skin look even whiter than snow.

She shyly clutched the hem of her skirt, her head slightly lowered, her eyes filled with the gentle grace of Jiangnan's misty waters, like a lady stepping out of an ancient painting, so beautiful and pitiful.

Blonde Lanqi was half-coaxed and half-forced into changing into a cool and stylish black leather short motorcycle jacket, with a simple white tank top underneath, ripped denim shorts, and black Doc Martens boots.

Her short, golden hair was messy and unruly, and her face showed impatience but also a hint of awkward coolness.

This outfit perfectly matches her fiery and direct personality; wild and untamed, full of power, her voluptuous figure is even more striking under the tight clothing, like a flame that could explode at any moment yet is incredibly attractive.

Number 18 is a silver-gray futuristic jumpsuit with a strong design sense.

The fabric has a metallic sheen yet is exceptionally soft. The asymmetrical cut features a sleeveless design on one side that reveals her beautifully shaped arms, while the other side has long sleeves. There is also a cutout at the waist, creating a subtle and alluring effect.

Her short, golden hair remained neat, and her icy blue eyes appeared even more profound against the cool-toned outfit.

She stood ramrod straight, tilting her head slightly to examine herself in the mirror. Her expression remained calm, but a hint of pure appreciation for beauty and a touch of doubt flashed in her eyes—as if she were pondering the meaning of dressing this way.

That cold yet exquisite beauty, existing between humanity and meticulous creation, is breathtaking.

Xiao Wu received a classic French black and white maid dress, but with more elaborate details.

A white ruffled headdress, a black corset that made her waist look incredibly slender, and a flowing skirt that reached her ankles, adorned with delicate lace.

She was wearing black stockings and small leather shoes, her hands clasped in front of her, her head slightly bowed.

This outfit amplified her aura—a blend of submissiveness, asceticism, and hidden allure—to the extreme.

Her short purple hair was meticulously styled, and her purple eyes were lowered. Only when she occasionally glanced quickly at Su Chen did she reveal a hint of deep-seated fervor and expectation, as if to say: All my appearance is only to please you.

"Absolutely stunning." Su Chen praised without reservation, his gaze sweeping over each item as if admiring his most precious collection.

Their individual personalities were perfectly accentuated and even elevated by these specially designed outfits, presenting distinct yet equally captivating charms.

A few days later, Su Chen took them to the private beach and pool area behind his villa, which was surrounded by tall trees and exquisite fences.

The azure pool water ripples in the sunlight, next to which lies fine artificial white sand.

"Change into these." He pointed to the changing room next door, his tone gentle yet authoritative. "But remember," his gaze swept over every face, his voice low yet possessive, "the view here belongs only to me."

Bulma scoffed, but was the first to turn around and enter the locker room.

When she came out, she was wearing an extremely daring fluorescent pink bikini, with little but exquisite fabric that perfectly showcased her figure.

She walked nonchalantly to the edge of the pool, stretched, and her beautiful curves seemed to glow with a honey-like light in the sunlight. She turned back and winked at Su Chen: "What? Staring at me like that? Want to come down and join me?"

She was warm and generous, exuding the confidence and allure of a mature woman. After dawdling for a long time, the blue-haired Lanqi finally emerged, wearing a light blue one-piece swimsuit with small white polka dots, covered by a light, sheer gauze over it, looking rather awkward.

The swimsuit was conservative in style, yet it still accentuated her slender and graceful figure.

She crossed her arms, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes darted away, not daring to look at Su Chen. She whispered, "The water... the water's a little cold..."

She was as shy as a water lily bud about to bloom.

Then, the blonde Lan Qi was pulled out by Su Chen.

She was wearing a bright red two-piece swimsuit. The style wasn't particularly revealing, but on her, combined with her clenched teeth and flushed face, it looked exceptionally "fiery".

"What are you looking at! Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out!" she roared fiercely, trying to hide her shame and anger with ferocity, but her bright red ears and darting eyes betrayed her.

Her healthy, tanned skin, firm and strong waistline, and long, straight legs, set against the backdrop of the red swimsuit, exuded a wild and vibrant sexiness.

Number 18 chose a simple, pure white bikini.

Without any superfluous decorations, the minimalist design reveals her altered, unrealistically perfect body without reservation.

Her skin was so white it was almost transparent, and it seemed to glow in the sunlight. Every curve of her skin looked like the optimal solution calculated mathematically, cold and precise.

She stood by the pool, her brows slightly furrowed, seemingly not quite understanding the pleasures of swimming and sunbathing in such revealing clothing.

But when her gaze met Su Chen's and she saw the undisguised admiration and passion in his eyes, the thin layer of cold ice in her icy blue eyes seemed to crack softly.

A faint, almost imperceptible blush crept onto her cheeks. She awkwardly looked away, but the corners of her mouth seemed to twitch slightly upwards.

It wasn't a clear smile, but a more complex one, a mixture of doubt that had been answered, the realization that he liked it this way, and the subtle happiness and shyness that arose from that liking.

She slowly walked into the water, her movements still possessing a mechanical precision and elegance, but no longer stiff.

Xiao Wu appears at the end.

She was wearing a very traditional black one-piece swimsuit, the style of which was even a bit old-fashioned, but on her, combined with her absolutely submissive posture and the undisguised, burning gaze she gave Su Chen, which was a mixture of worship and devotion, it created a strange, ascetic allure.

She walked to Su Chen's side, tilted her head slightly, her purple eyes shimmering with tears, and said in a soft but firm voice, "Master, everything about Xiao Wu will always be presented only to you."

It was utter worship and anticipation, as if one was always ready to dedicate their whole being to him.

Su Chen leaned back in his recliner, his gaze behind his sunglasses slowly sweeping over the vibrant scenes before him: sunlight, azure waters, white sand, and five beautiful women, each with a distinct style, yet all equally radiating unparalleled charm for him.

Bulma's confident and fiery personality, Blue-haired Launch's shy innocence, Blonde Launch's proud and fiery nature, Android 18's subtle sweetness born from her aloofness and doubt, Mai's wholehearted dedication and anticipation... every reaction filled him with immense satisfaction.

Peaceful days nurture emotions and give birth to new life.

A few years later, No. 18 gave birth to a child for Su Chen, who inherited her icy blue eyes and strong potential.

The arrival of the new life filled her previously somewhat vacant eyes with a deeper tenderness and maternal affection.

She still doesn't talk much, but when she holds her child and basks in the sun, the lines of her profile are softer than ever before.

As for the ongoing Dragon Ball story that belongs to Goku and his friends?
Su Chen rarely pays attention to this anymore.

He knew that, under his influence and pressure, Wukong and his friends were already far stronger than they were at the same stage in the original story.

Defeating Majin Buu was an inevitable outcome. The trajectory of this world, thanks to the flapping of his butterfly wings, has already steered towards a more powerful, and perhaps more peaceful, path.

He, on the other hand, was immersed in his own little haven, a place that was filled with the most beautiful sights in the world.

Smiling faces are reflected in the pool water, and the sounds of children playing can be faintly heard. Beside them are their lovers, each with their own unique charm, yet all with their hearts devoted to each other.

"These kinds of days...it seems like I'll never get tired of them." He took off his sunglasses, basking in the bright sunlight, and revealed a contented smile.

There may be storms to come, but with the fulfillment he has now and the strong bonds he shares with those around him, he has nothing to fear.

Having come into this world, he has already enjoyed everything he was meant to enjoy and experienced all the adventures he was meant to experience.

The afternoon sun shone through the villa's huge floor-to-ceiling windows, making the interior warm and cozy.

Su Chen lay half-reclined on the spacious sofa, his gaze, filled with appreciation and amusement, fixed on the other end of the living room.

There, blonde Lanqi was picking and choosing from a newly arrived fashion magazine, muttering, "What a terrible design! Who's she trying to show all this skin to? It's awful!"

Her short, golden hair seemed to stand on end in dissatisfaction. She wore a simple black tank top and hot pants that accentuated her healthy and sexy curves. Her long, muscular legs were crossed impatiently, and her toes, painted with bright red nail polish, swayed back and forth with her leg-shaking movements.

Su Chen smiled silently.

He loved seeing her like this—vibrant, uninhibited in her emotions, like a flame that was always burning and never gave up.

That unconventional, even somewhat rough, straightforwardness appears particularly vivid and real amidst Bulma's intellect, Blue-haired Launch's gentleness, Android 18's coldness, and Mai's submissiveness.

He got up and walked over.

"Hey, what did this magazine do to you?" Su Chen snatched the magazine from her hand and tossed it aside.

"Mind your own business!" Blonde Lanqi glared at him and reached out to snatch it back, but Su Chen grabbed her wrist in the process.

"So angry?" Su Chen pulled her closer, his other hand naturally encircling her firm and strong waist.

It feels great to the touch, with the elasticity and warmth unique to sporty girls.

"Who's upset our little wildcat again?"

"Who's your family! Stop trying to get close to me!" Blonde Lanqi struggled fiercely, but Su Chen's arm was like an iron clamp, not moving an inch.

Her face flushed slightly from the effort, and her golden eyes burned with anger, but for some reason, there seemed to be something else mixed in with that fire.

This girl has been around for so many years, and we've all gotten to know her so well, yet she still has the same personality. How should I put it? He just likes this kind of person, likes this kind of personality, and likes to dominate the other person.

If possible, he hoped that the girl could always maintain this kind of personality.

Otherwise, I would feel very disappointed. (End of Chapter)