The Saiyan In The Cultivation World.

"You're a genius, young master," Lan Mei said, her voice filled with both awe and joy as she watched the destructive attack unfold. The sheer might of it was something this small world could barely endure. "If you could refine your capabilities further… I can't even begin to imagine your limits."

But even as she spoke, her expression tensed. She channeled her own power, her aura surging as she stepped forward to intercept the attack. A sudden cough escaped her lips, splattering blood against the air, a clear sign of hidden injuries she had been suppressing. Yet, despite the strain, she didn't falter.

With a determined glare, she forced her injured body to move, reaching out and grabbing the attack with her bare hands. The energy crackled and roared, resisting her control, but she gritted her teeth and powered through, shattering the devastating strike before it could hit the ground.

"Haha, I knew it!" I laughed, exhilaration surging through me as Haki enveloped my entire body. The grin on my face widened, savoring the thrill of my growing power.

But that grin quickly twisted into agony. The Haki vanished as swiftly as it had appeared, replaced by a green aura that engulfed me completely. My body trembled, and I gritted my teeth, trying to endure the searing pain that followed.

It was overwhelming, far more intense than anything I remembered. The sheer force of it felt like my very being was being torn apart, as this power forced me to grow to wield it, even if I exploded.

A cry of pain tore from my throat as my strength began to surge uncontrollably. The increase was sudden and violent, a power so overwhelming that it felt like my body was being torn apart from the inside out.

Lan Mei's eyes widened in shock. Even for her, this was something new, a transformation so rapid and extreme that the body struggled to keep up, ripping itself apart under the strain. The raw energy pouring out of me was forcing my body to adapt, forcing it to grow to accommodate the immense power.

The agony was unbearable, yet somewhere in the chaos, I could feel it, my limits breaking, my potential being drawn out. But the cost of this transformation was greater than anything I had ever endured before... this pain was too much.

Lan Mei moved swiftly, her expression firm as she closed the distance between us in an instant. Without hesitation, she struck the back of my neck with precision, her hand glowing faintly with controlled energy.

The impact was immediate. Darkness clouded my vision, and my body collapsed before the transformation was fully complete. Lan Mei let out a quiet breath, her gaze lingering on me, knowing the consequences of letting such raw power spiral out of control.

"So, this is why you wish to have complete mastery over your mind…" Lan Mei muttered with a sigh, her voice carrying a mix of understanding and unease. Even so, she couldn't suppress the chill that ran down her spine as she recalled the transformation's raw, unrestrained danger.

It was an ever-growing power, a force that tapped into one's potential and forcefully accelerated growth. For most, this would be catastrophic, irreparably damaging their potential and stability. But for a Saiyan? This was nothing more than a stepping stone.

'It seems to be linked to combat… the moment he started enjoying the fight, he began to lose himself,' Lan Mei thought with a quiet sigh, her gaze resting on my unconscious form. 'Young master, I prayed for you to be a genius… but this isn't the type of genius I had in mind.'

She wiped the blood from her nose, a small price to pay for the strain she had placed on herself. She had used too much power to contain the situation, but in the end, it was worth it. This experience was eye-opening, not just for the young master, but for herself as well.

***

"Everything hurts…" I groaned, my voice strained as I woke up to find myself lying in bed. Every muscle ached, a searing reminder of the legendary transformation I had almost undergone... and again, I had an easier time transforming then most.

The Legendary Super Saiyan transformation was no mere power-up, it was pure agony. I wasn't the Broly from Dragon Ball Super, whose transformation seemed almost graceful in comparison. No, I was the old Broly, the version where the transformation tore the body apart, piece by piece.

If not for the enhanced recovery capabilities granted by the transformation itself… well, let's just say I'd already be dead. It was a painful reality, one often overlooked. Watching the movie, people might miss the small yet gruesome detail of Broly's mouth ripping apart from his own scream.

The transformation hurt like hell, far more than I'd ever experienced before. Sure, it came with enhanced healing capabilities, enough to keep me alive through the ordeal, but that didn't explain why the pain was infinitely worse this time around.

I couldn't wrap my head around it. Never before had I felt agony on this scale. It made cultivation seem peaceful. 'If this is what it means to transform, I'd rather cultivate for years than endure that pain again', I thought grimly.

"Tell me… where did you train?" Lan Mei asked, her tone serious and unwavering. Her piercing gaze locked onto me as she continued, "You seem to have known about your capabilities for quite some time."

I groaned, turning my head away from her. The last thing I wanted was a lecture or an interrogation right now.

"It's a technique called Image Training," I explained with a sigh, my tone weary but matter-of-fact. "I create a mental world in my mind, a place where I can fight anyone I can imagine or recreate. That's where I developed most of my techniques."

I didn't create this technique, it was something from the world of Dragon Ball. A clever method of training, it worked by constructing a mental world to spar in. If your mind was strong enough, your body would adapt, believing it was truly training within that imagined space.

Frieza famously used this method to grow exponentially stronger in a short amount of time, proving how effective it could be when applied correctly. I had taken the same approach, but with a twist, I used Image Training not just for power, but to refine my martial arts skills to an extreme degree.

In my mental world, I recreated opponents like Goku, Vegeta, and even Gogito, each one crafted from the fragments of memory and imagination I could muster. Every fight was a test, a challenge designed to push me to my limits. These opponents weren't just figments of my mind, they were perfectly constructed based on everything I'd seen, known, or theorized about their abilities.

With no room for error, I had to adapt to their fighting styles, counter their moves, and overcome them. It was in this crucible of combat that my instincts were honed to razor-sharp precision. Every feint, every strike, every breath became second nature, a reflex born of countless battles fought in my mind.

That's why my instincts were so powerful. I had already battled the best, over and over again, and in the process, I had become something far greater than I was before.

"I see… well, you've got no time to rest," Lan Mei said with a spark of interest in her eyes. "The tournament is about to start in a few minutes. Oh, and don't worry, I already signed you up."

I shot her an annoyed look, but she simply smiled as if nothing was amiss. Still, this prince couldn't afford to bring shame upon himself, even in this condition. Resigned, I reached for my wheelchair, mentally preparing myself for the challenge ahead.