Age 762.
Universe 7, Atlantis Planet.
A small spaceship rose into the sky, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Hey, I haven't gotten on the spaceship yet!" Soro flew into the air and raced after it, shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Hmph. A weakling with a power level of only 200 has no right to ride in this prince's spaceship!" Vegeta's voice was cold. He stood at the spaceship's hatch with his arms crossed, watching with icy indifference.
"Whoosh!"
The spaceship suddenly accelerated, broke through the atmosphere, and vanished without a trace as Soro watched from below.
"Ah..."
Soro jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat. He took a deep breath, then ripped the black blindfold off his eyes.
"Lord Soro, another nightmare?"
"Lord Soro, let me massage your legs!"
Two exotic, graceful young women nestled beside Soro and busied themselves attending to him.
Soro let out a long breath and said nothing.
Twenty-five years had passed!
The scene from twenty-five years ago was still vivid in his mind.
Soro had transmigrated into the body of a low-class warrior on Planet Vegeta. His power level at birth had been only 5.
But Soro hadn't left his fate in anyone else's hands. Through dedicated training, he had finally raised his power level to 200 by the age of five.
Only after truly transmigrating as a Saiyan had Soro realized just how pathetic his talent and aptitude were.
He had wanted to improve his power level through gravity training.
But as a weakling, he had no chance of getting the planet's scientists to build him gravity equipment.
He had watched Bardock return and the couple send Kakarot to Earth.
Soro knew all too well that Planet Vegeta would be destroyed by Frieza in less than a month.
Fortunately, Vegeta, Raditz, and Nappa were about to head out as a team to fight.
So Soro had shamelessly joined them, despite his power level of only 200, and escaped the planet's destruction.
But when they arrived at Atlantis Planet to resupply, Soro had just finished loading everything onto the spaceship.
Nappa then ordered him to go fetch some more water.
With his low power level, Soro had no choice but to do the errands.
At the time, all Soro wanted was to get to Earth as soon as possible.
Maybe if he trained properly under Master Roshi on Earth, he could make up for his lack of talent.
But Soro had barely gone to fetch the water when he turned around and saw the spaceship already taking off.
"Get lost, weakling!" Nappa laughed wildly aboard the ship.
Vegeta stood by with his arms crossed, watching coldly. He even cruelly added, "A weakling with a power level of only 200 has no right to ride in this prince's spaceship."
Raditz joined in, sneering, "We're all elite warriors. A low-class warrior like you shouldn't come out and embarrass yourself!"
Then the spaceship soared into the sky, leaving Soro behind on Atlantis Planet.
Atlantis Planet was home to an ancient civilization, much like Earth in antiquity.
Aside from their pointed ears, two catlike ears, and fluffy tails, the people on the planet were hardly any different from Earthlings.
As a Dragon Ball fan, Soro remembered that in the Dragon Ball world, people with pointed ears seemed to have come from the Great Demon Realm.
So the people on Atlantis Planet had probably migrated from the Great Demon Realm.
But the people on this planet were remarkably weak. Even the strongest among them had a power level of just 100, which was already impressive.
And that person with a power level of 100 had nothing but freakish strength. He couldn't fly, and he knew nothing about training.
With a power level of 200, Soro had quickly become a godlike figure on the planet.
The planet was still in its ancient age, and technology had yet to emerge.
Without a spaceship, Soro had no way to leave the planet.
Before he knew it, twenty-five years had passed.
By now, Soro had raised his power level from 200 to 1,000.
His power level was increasing far too slowly!
By his calculations, Vegeta's power level was probably 18,000 now, right?
Son Goku's was supposedly around 8,000. With Kaioken, it would easily surpass 10,000.
He was nowhere close!
Still... sometimes Soro thought that life on this planet wasn't such a bad choice.
Atlantis Planet had almost no useful resources, so the Frieza Force had no reason to set its sights on it.
Even the worst villains in the universe couldn't be bothered to visit this planet.
That was why not a single spaceship had landed here in twenty-five years.
But Soro still felt deeply frustrated.
He had already transmigrated into the Dragon Ball world. Not getting to meet Son Goku and the others, or even one day punch Supreme Kai and kick the God of Destruction...
What a waste!
What had he come to the Dragon Ball world for, then?
Just to spend every day playing around with these exotic beauties?
But Soro wasn't content to leave things as they were. Thanks to his efforts, Atlantis Planet had developed steam engines and electrical technology, successfully ushering the entire planet into its first and second industrial revolutions.
But space travel was still a long, long way off.
Soro sighed deeply and gazed up at the purple sky, lost in thought for a moment.
The two exotic beauties kept massaging his shoulders, pounding his back, and kneading his legs, busying themselves for quite a while.
After getting used to this carefree life, Soro truly wanted to venture out into the universe and experience the dazzling Dragon Ball world in all its youthful splendor.
But... what could he do out there with a power level this low?
Wouldn't he just be a punching bag for everyone?
Just as Soro was imagining pinning Vegeta beneath his feet and battling Frieza for supremacy on Namek—
"Lord Soro is amazing! You can guess the color of our clothes even with your eyes covered!"
"Let's keep playing, Lord Soro! Guess the color of my underwear! You even fell asleep just now! Are you really that uninterested in the color of my underwear?"
The two exotic beauties leaned close to Soro's ears, their breath sweet as orchids. They picked up the black blindfold and were about to put it back on him.
"I'm done playing. I'm done!" Soro waved them off, feeling a little bored.
This was a mysterious skill Soro had unlocked a year ago.
It refreshed promptly at noon on the first day of every month.
Once refreshed, the new skill replaced the previous one.
Unfortunately, these skills were almost completely useless to Soro.
Over the past year, his skills had been: [Fishing], [Cooking], [Flight], [Fireball], [Flash Technique], [Dancing], [Water Control], [Tailoring], [Bandaging], [Enhanced Cooking], [Enhanced Flight], and [X-Ray Vision].
Twelve skills over twelve months.
And yet these skills...
The third month's [Flight] skill was especially ridiculous.
I could already fly, couldn't I?
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