I Have Only One Real Older Brother

Raditz withdrew the energy from his hand and coldly glanced at Piccolo, who had been frightened stiff.

"Hmph, looks like I found the right person. You got lucky today. You get to keep your life."

"Enjoy what little life you have left, green bug."

With that, Raditz pushed off the ground and turned into a streak of white light, vanishing beyond the horizon in an instant.

Piccolo was left standing there alone, trembling all over.

"Th-that monster... where did he come from...?"

"And... he went to find Son Goku?!"

Piccolo gritted his teeth. Namekians had exceptional hearing, and he had vaguely heard the name "Kakarot" just now.

"No... I have to go take a look!"

The overwhelming sense of danger made him forget his fear. He quietly released his aura and followed after him.

Meanwhile.

In the south of Earth, on the beautiful tropical island—Kame House.

The sea breeze was especially gentle today, the sun bright, and the waves softly lapped against the shore.

The little island, which had once held only Master Roshi, a lonely old man, was unusually lively today.

A massive Capsule Corp transport aircraft was parked on the beach.

Bulma sat in a beach chair in a cool swimsuit, leisurely sipping fruit juice.

On another reclining chair beside her, Sun Wuxiu wore sunglasses and floral shorts.

He held a book titled How to Be a Good Husband in his hands—though it was actually a comic book with a fake cover—and leisurely flipped through it.

His brown tail dangled lazily over the side of the chair, swaying now and then.

On the lawn in front of the house.

Son Goku, Krillin, and Chi-Chi, who had specifically come this time, were sitting together and eating watermelon.

In this life, the Dragon Team's strength had undergone a qualitative leap compared to the original story.

Son Goku wore a weighted martial arts uniform, and his base combat power had already reached 534.

Even Krillin, after five years of grueling training, had broken through the 300 mark. He was far stronger than the 206 he had possessed when Raditz attacked in the original story.

"Gohan, raise your hands a little higher. Keep your breathing steady."

Holding a piece of watermelon, Chi-Chi smiled at the little boy in front of her.

Among them.

A boy around four years old wore a miniature white training uniform modeled after Sun Wuxiu's style. On his head was a hat set with the Four-Star Dragon Ball.

Son Gohan.

At this moment, he was not hiding behind the adults and crying like he had when he first appeared in the original story.

On the contrary, he stood in the center of the lawn with his feet apart and knees slightly bent, slowly moving his hands through the air in an extremely fluid set of motions.

Opening stance, Grasp the Sparrow's Tail, Single Whip...

His young face was filled with seriousness and focus.

"Wow... is this the Tai Chi Wu Xiu taught him, Senior Brother?"

Krillin took a bite of watermelon and looked at Gohan in surprise. "This kid feels like he has even more potential than we do."

"Yeah." Goku smiled and scratched his head.

"My brother said Gohan has enormous potential hidden inside him. Practicing this can cultivate both his body and mind."

The sea breeze blew softly, carrying laughter through the air.

What a beautiful scene it was.

However.

The very next second.

Every martial artist's expression changed at the same instant.

Sun Wuxiu's fingers paused slightly as he turned a page. Behind his sunglasses, his eyes narrowed.

"So you finally came... Raditz."

"Buzz—"

A suffocatingly terrifying aura suddenly sped toward them from the north without warning!

The smile vanished from Goku's face, replaced by unprecedented gravity.

He took Gohan down from his shoulders and placed him in Chi-Chi's arms.

"Chi-Chi, take Gohan over to my brother."

"What's wrong, Goku?" Chi-Chi had sensed that something was off too, but she had not yet reacted.

"Go, now!!" Goku roared.

Almost at the same time.

Krillin and Master Roshi both stood up, their muscles taut as cold sweat instantly trickled down their bodies.

"Th-this aura?!" Krillin's voice trembled.

"It's countless times more terrifying than King Piccolo was five years ago! And... this evil feeling..."

"He's here!!"

Goku suddenly raised his head.

A tiny black dot rapidly grew larger in the sky.

Boom—!!!

A violent gale swept across the entire island, churning the sea and nearly uprooting the coconut trees.

The long-haired man in brown battle armor slowly descended onto the beach.

Raditz.

He did not attack immediately.

Because the moment he landed, he sensed an aura that made him extremely uncomfortable—one he even found somewhat frightening.

That aura was faint, so faint it was almost imperceptible, yet it was like a thorn piercing his instincts.

His gaze swept over everyone present before finally settling on Son Goku.

"I finally found you... Kakarot."

A cruel smile curled across Raditz's lips, the expression of a hunter who had found his prey.

"Kaka... rot?" Goku frowned and stood in front of Chi-Chi and Gohan. "Who's that? Are you calling me?"

"Hmph. Looks like you really did hit your head so hard that you even forgot your own name."

Raditz snorted and glanced at Gohan, who was hiding behind Chi-Chi. When he saw the tail swaying in the wind, his eyes lit up.

"Oh? That little brat... as expected, the bloodline continues."

"Who are you?!"

Krillin gathered his courage and took a step forward. "You're not welcome here! Leave immediately!"

Raditz coldly glanced at Krillin.

Under normal circumstances, he would have sent this noseless ant flying with one swipe of his tail.

But now, for some reason, he felt that it would be fine if he did not act, but something bad might happen the moment he did.

That inexplicable pressure made him merely snort and ignore Krillin, turning his gaze back to Goku.

"Kakarot, answer me. Why are the humans on this planet still alive?"

"Wasn't your mission to wipe this planet clean and sell it for a good price?"

"What mission? What wiping out?" Goku clenched his fists.

"I'm Son Goku! I'm an Earthling who grew up on Earth! I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"An Earthling? Hahahaha!"

Raditz threw back his head and laughed, his laughter full of mockery.

"How pathetic. You actually think you're one of these lowly natives."

He suddenly untied the tail wrapped around his waist and let it slowly sway behind him.

"Look carefully, Kakarot. Your tail may be gone, but that little brat still has his."

"In this universe, only one kind of people possess tails like this."

"They are the strongest warrior race in the universe—the Saiyans!!"

"And you, Kakarot, are one of the Saiyans! You are also my... little brother!!"

Those words exploded beside everyone's ears like thunder.

Bulma took off her sunglasses and gave Sun Wuxiu, who was still calmly reading beside her, a strange look.

"Little brother?"

Goku was stunned as well, but he was not shocked for long like he had been in the original story.

He furrowed his brows, stared intently at Raditz, and then shook his head with absolute conviction.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I don't know you at all!"

"And..." Goku pointed toward the relaxed figure on the reclining chair in the distance and shouted.

"I have only one real older brother in this life! That's Sun Wuxiu!!"

"Sun... Wuxiu?"

Raditz froze.