Have you heard the story of the Dragon Ball?

Seventh Universe, North Galaxy East.

Dark clouds shrouded the entire sky, and an oppressive aura filled the entire planet!

Despair had already infected everyone still stranded on Planet Vegeta.

Scattered crowds looked up at the sky with grim faces, where the Frieza Force soldiers who were slaughtering the Saiyans covered the sky.

No one knew how much longer they could hide. They were like wild grass in a storm, rootless duckweed, their lives about to be harvested at any moment!

However, at this moment, there was still a blood-soaked figure who had not surrendered.

"Frieza!"

Bardock, with a bright red bloodstained headband, was rapidly breaking through the encirclement of some elite Frieza Force warriors in the sky.

With a death wish, he charged towards the terrifying source in the sky.

"Ho ho ho, what a shame. If it weren't for that person's orders, I would have liked to keep you around for a while longer."

Frieza showed no emotion as he watched the Saiyan monkey charging out from the depths of the planet, about to break through the defense line.

Although the scouter showed the intruder's power level was over 12,000, enough to secure a position in his own army, it was ultimately just a mere ten-thousand-level fighter.

With a playful smile, he gently raised his right hand. A faint glow gathered at his fingertips, making his somewhat petite figure appear incredibly elegant.

"A mere bunch of wild monkeys dares to resist me, the Emperor of the Universe? Let your flesh and blood add more brilliance to my fireworks display!"

As his casual words fell, he flicked his index finger.

"Oh ho ho ho ho, Sabo, Dodoria, let us enjoy this brilliant fireworks display. The destruction of planets is always so awe-inspiring!"

A point of light floated from his fingertip, then rapidly expanded. In the blink of an eye, the energy sphere had transformed into a destructive bomb the size of the planet before them, hurtling towards Planet Vegeta!

What they witnessed made Sabo and Dodoria, who were serving Frieza, change their expressions drastically, their mouths agape! They were drenched in a cold sweat by what they saw!

Although they believed that with their own combat power, they could destroy Planet Vegeta with a full-powered ki blast, it would leave them exhausted.

They were far from being able to do it as casually as Lord Frieza!

"We all knew Lord Frieza was very powerful, but we never expected him to be capable of this!"

"Kakarot and Temuturs will surely... avenge us!"

Watching the "sun" that suddenly appeared in the sky above Planet Vegeta and slowly descended, Bardock charged forward resolutely, disappearing in an instant within the massive energy sphere, vanishing without a trace!

And thus, a legend of his own began...

"Age 749, July 15th. This year marks my twelfth year in this world. I miss my smartphone, I miss my waifu, I miss the young ladies on the internet who were so generous..."

"I remember my cheap mom telling me that she and Uncle Bardock had an agreement back then: if their children were a boy and a girl, they'd arrange a marriage, and if they were both boys, they'd become sworn brothers..."

"Becoming sworn brothers is one thing, but why did Grandpa pick him up from the spaceship first!"

"But it doesn't matter. So what if he's the older brother? According to the scouter I picked up, Goku's power level has already risen to ten, while my power level..."

As if thinking of something amusing, the corners of his mouth curved upwards wildly, unable to be suppressed.

"My power level, from birth, has been 2.5 times his! Even after eleven years, it's still higher than his..."

As the pen moved, beautiful characters leaped from the paper. But after finishing another line, the owner of the small hands seemed to recall something. He crumpled the paper and threw it aside.

"Hiyah! What kind of normal person writes a diary, really!"

"I'm back, Gohan!"

In Baozi Mountain, far from the hustle and bustle of the city, Son Goku returned home with two giant fish beasts slung over his shoulders after a day of hunting.

"Oh, coming!"

A lazy voice sounded from inside the house. Son Gohan, who had just been writing and drawing, put away his notebook.

A child, about 1.4 meters tall, walked out.

When the two stood together, it was obvious that he was half a head taller than Son Goku.

"You're a bit slow today, Wukong. Not like your usual speed. Looks like your training was a bit slack today!"

He teased Son Goku as he walked, a ritual they had maintained over the years of living together.

"No way! We had a guest today!"

Wagging the tail that swayed behind him, Son Goku happily continued to say to Gohan.

"It's the woman Grandpa told us about!"

He said happily, moving aside the giant beasts he was carrying to make room behind him.

"!!!"

Son Gohan's eyes lit up upon hearing his words. Heaven knew how he had spent the past ten years in these mountains.

Ever since he transmigrated to the Dragon Ball world, was sent to Earth with Kakarot, and was adopted by Grandpa, Son Gohan hadn't seen anyone else for a long time.

"Hello, my name is Bulma. Nice to meet you!"

A voice as clear as a lark's song rang out. Bulma, with her long, light blue hair and slender figure, appeared before Son Gohan.

Looking at the handsome young boy before her, she, who understood matters between men and women to some extent, shyly fidgeted.

"Hello, my name is Son Gohan, I'm this guy's older brother!"

Son Gohan straightened his body and replied with a smile.

"What! Grandpa clearly said I'm the older brother!"

Son Wukong, standing nearby, mumbled softly upon hearing his introduction.

"Hmm?"

Son Gohan glanced at him sideways, then turned and said to Bulma with a chuckle.

"A guest is a guest, please come in. It's just me and Wukong at home."

"As expected of the chosen heroine of the Dragon Ball, at just 16 years old, she's already starting to fill out!"

Son Gohan muttered to himself and brought Bulma inside.

As for Son Wukong, he had already started preparing the ingredients. They were both incredibly gluttonous, so preparations had to be made early.

At this moment, Son Gohan still needed to handle dinner for the two of them.

"Are there only the two of you here?"

Looking at the simple environment inside and thinking of the two little kids here, the girl's compassion overflowed.

"Uh-huh, we two brothers live here by hunting. Life is pretty good."

Son Gohan replied noncommittally.

He poured Bulma a cup of hot tea, then sat back in his chair, scrutinizing her.

Bulma looked around the room and then her gaze focused on a shiny bead on the altar.

The surprise in her eyes was almost overflowing!

"The third Dragon Ball!"

Her eyes darted, and she already had a plan forming in her mind.

"It must be very difficult for these two brothers to live here alone. Why don't I trick them into coming with me to find the Dragon Balls!"

"Looking at Son-kun's monstrous skills, his brother can't be bad either."

"This way, I can borrow their Dragon Ball and also have them act as my bodyguards!"

With her plan clear, Bulma walked quickly to the Dragon Ball and pretended to speak casually.

"Huh? This glass bead is so pretty, it's really captivating!"

Son Gohan rested his chin on his hand and quietly watched Bulma. For a moment, he didn't know if he should play along with her act. He could only say that the prettier the woman, the better she acted. Although she was still young, she already had considerable talent.

After thinking for a moment, he responded.

"Well, strictly speaking, it's not just a simple glass bead. Have you heard the story of the Dragon Balls?"