Galactic Patrol Jaco

"Earth is just ahead. Hmph, that low-level planet should be thanking this patrolman; I've traveled thousands of miles just to save you all." Jaco piloted his craft toward Earth, but just then, his ship malfunctioned.

"Blast it, what kind of ship did those people at headquarters give me? It breaks down so easily."

Realizing his ship was failing, Jaco panicked and scrambled to land it on an island. Looking out at the vast, magnificent sea, he felt dejected: "It's over. The technology here on Earth is so primitive, how am I supposed to get back to headquarters? It's all that Saiyan's fault. If it weren't for him, I never would have come to Earth."

"Hey, who are you?" An old man with a white beard walked over, carrying a water bucket.

"I am Jaco, an officer of the Galactic Patrol." Jaco reflexively struck a pose, introducing himself with pride.

"An actor from a film crew?"

"Certainly not!"

Jaco shouted his rebuttal. Seeing this, the old man chuckled and invited Jaco to his home.

During their conversation, Jaco learned about the old man. His name was Dr. Briefs, a former scientist who had conducted research on the island with his wife. After his wife passed away in a research accident, Dr. Briefs changed his focus and began working alone on a Time Machine, having already achieved some results.

Upon learning the man was a scientist, Jaco asked Dr. Briefs to help repair his spaceship. However, because they lacked the essential materials, Dr. Briefs was helpless. Left with no choice, Jaco decided to accompany Dr. Briefs to the big city to search for parts.

In the nearby city, Jaco met Tights, who was out gathering material for her writing. After some conversation, the group quickly became friends.

When she learned that Jaco's mission was to kill a Saiyan arriving on Earth, Tights finally realized that Saiyans were an extraterrestrial race. She had actually thought they were just an ethnic minority from some remote part of Earth!

"Not all Saiyans are evil, you know. I know a little boy who is quite interesting."

"What? There are other Saiyans on Earth?" Jaco jumped up with a start.

Tights brushed back her hair and took a sip of her drink. "Yes, but he left over a year ago."

Jaco let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, he must have gone back to Planet Vegeta. That planet has been destroyed, and the Saiyans are nearly extinct. Let me tell you, Tights, the Saiyans are the most tyrannical race in the universe; they've destroyed countless planets. You must never get involved with such dangerous creatures."

"Oh." Tights stared straight at Jaco, keeping to herself the fact that she had been in contact with Roland recently. As she drank, she thought, So the Saiyans are actually such a formidable race...

"About when will the Saiyan you're waiting for arrive on Earth?"

"He's almost here. I need to wait in the most open area possible."

With that, Jaco climbed to the highest point on a nearby island, his golden, egg-shaped eyes scanning the entire sky. However, he later inadvertently mentioned that his urine was sprayed from a small hole on his head, and accidentally splashed Tights, causing her to shove him right off the reef...

At the very moment he hit the water, the craft carrying Goku streaked across the sky, passing behind Jaco's back and allowing him to escape notice.

Otherwise, the protagonist of the Dragon Ball world might have met an early end.

"Hey, Tights, what are you doing? If I fail my mission, it's definitely your fault!"

Tights replied, "You really know how to shirk responsibility."

"Hmph." Jaco flew out of the water, but for a long time afterward, he saw no ships landing on Earth. "That's strange. The time has passed, so why isn't there a ship?"

"Oh no, could I have missed it?" Sweat beaded on Jaco's forehead as he imagined the Galactic King screaming at him in a rage.

Meanwhile, in the region of Mount Paozu.

A fireball glowing with red light slammed into the mountainside, destroying a large swath of forest. The violent impact startled Son Gohan, who was living in seclusion nearby.

When Son Gohan reached the crash site, he saw a small child wearing a strange combat suit.

"Huh, this child has a tail..." Noticing the tail behind the boy, a look of surprise crossed Son Gohan's kind face, reminding him of the incredibly strong child he had encountered over a year ago.

After some thought, Son Gohan decided to adopt the child and named him Goku. Since he didn't know the boy's age, he simply set the day he found him as his birthday; he didn't look much older than that anyway.

In reality, including the time spent soaking in nutrient fluid, Goku was already four years old.

Subsequent events unfolded as described in the story: young Goku accidentally fell off a cliff and hit his head, losing all memories of the Saiyans. A naive and innocent Goku was born...

Far away on Planet Frie, Roland was naturally unaware of what was happening on Earth. At that moment, he was sparring with Sephiria. Ever since obtaining the martial arts knowledge of Earth's Kami, Roland had been absorbing it at a rapid pace, integrating it into his own combat style.

Although his combat power hadn't increased much over the past year, his fundamental strength had undergone a sea change.

If the Roland of a year ago, with a combat power of 3,600, was like a 180-pound man who was bloated and soft—leaking air like a punctured balloon—then he was now a lean, hardened youth. His combat power remained the same, but he felt grounded; Roland believed he could now crush his former self.

This was the confidence that came from fully mastering one's power.

Night fell.

Stars twinkled in the night sky, the pitch-black canopy draped over the world like a giant hand.

Roland sat on his bed in meditation when his Wristwatch Communicator chimed. He picked it up to see a message from Tights.

He connected the call naturally, and Tights' crisp voice rang in his ear: "Roland, you didn't even tell me that Saiyans were an extraterrestrial race! I actually thought you were from some remote tribe."

Roland replied, "I told you a long time ago; you just didn't believe me."

Tights countered, "Eh? Did you? You just didn't explain it clearly."

Roland rolled his eyes in silence. When Tights got temperamental, she was just like any other woman; the best thing to do was just listen quietly.