Transmigration

On a planet somewhere in the universe, a strikingly handsome man sat on the grass, staring blankly into the distance. This man was our protagonist, Gogito. Why was he called Gogito?

Because he looked exactly like Vegito, yet he was not Vegito. He was merely a low-class warrior exiled to this ordinary planet to fend for himself. Since he looked like Vegito, he decided to be a bit wilder; by combining the names of Vegito and Gogeta, he settled on the name Gogito.

Gogito had been transmigrated here for several days. At first, he had been thrilled to discover he possessed a face that screamed invincibility—the face of Vegito—but after awakening the original owner's memories, he realized he wasn't Vegito at all, just someone who happened to look like him. Because his combat power was too low at birth to even be detected, he had been dumped here directly.

The original owner had spent his time on this desolate planet with no one to talk to and a broken spaceship that left him stranded. Consumed by despair, he had committed suicide. The protagonist had transmigrated just in time to occupy the magpie's nest, taking over his body and renaming himself Gogito.

"Sigh, so many days have passed and no system has awakened. Isn't every transmigrator supposed to have a system? How come I have nothing? How am I supposed to survive like this?!"

"This body is truly trash. I've been training for days and my combat power has only increased by 1 point. The future feels pitch black." Gogito lay on the grass, staring at the sky, calculating how he would spend his days ahead.

"Ding."

"System charging complete. Initializing now."

Gogito performed a kip-up, springing directly to his feet.

"I knew it! How could a transmigrator not have a system?!"

"System is scanning."

"Ding, target is currently in the Dragon Ball world."

"System loading."

"System load complete."

Listening to the beautiful voice in his mind, Gogito grew increasingly excited, dancing with joy.

Once the system finished loading, Gogito asked impatiently, "System, what functions do you have?"

"This system will issue tasks at irregular intervals. The host must complete them within the specified time. Failure to do so will result in system punishment."

"What kind of punishment? It won't be something like direct erasure, right?" Gogito felt a little uneasy inside.

"System punishments will not kill the host, but they are varied. For example: sealing the host's strength and turning them into a dog for a year, the host becoming impotent for a year, or the host having to perform a 'Chicken You Are Too Beautiful' dance in public, and so on."

"What the hell? That's too much! You're trying to make me die of social embarrassment on the spot!" Gogito jumped up and cursed.

"Please do not be afraid, host. The tasks issued by this system are simple and easy. Unless the host's head was caught in a door and they don't want to complete them, choosing to accept punishment instead—of course, I assume the host isn't an idiot. If you can't even complete a task, I will have to consider finding a new host."

"Bullshit! With my current strength, it's a struggle just to fight a dinosaur. How am I supposed to complete tasks?!" Gogito continued to vent at the system.

"Ding, detected that the host's strength and talent are too trashy. A novice gift pack is being granted to the host."

"Isn't a novice pack something every system gives? You shameless system, if I hadn't complained, you wouldn't have given it, right?" Gogito continued his tirade.

"Open the novice gift pack for me."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the full strength and potential of Z-era Vegito."

"???!!!"

Happiness came too suddenly. Gogito's mouth, which had been mid-rant, suddenly clamped shut. Then, with a fawning expression, he said, "I'm sorry, System-bro. It was my mistake. You are the best and strongest system in the world; no one compares to you. You are a person of great stature who doesn't hold grudges—you're as magnanimous as a prime minister. Please forgive me."

"I told you it was a gift pack, but you didn't believe me. Hmph. Seeing as your attitude in admitting your mistake this time is good, I'll let it slide. Honestly, with such an invincible face, you're as cowardly as a dog. How embarrassing. Hmph! I really don't know why I chose you—was it just for this face?"

Listening to the system's mockery, Gogito looked innocent. There was no helping it; even though the original owner had Vegito's face, his talent was truly pathetic. He couldn't raise his combat power despite training for so long. No wonder he was exiled to this uninhabited planet; they probably figured he'd lose to someone on another planet and bring shame to the Saiyans.

Fortunately, he had transmigrated now, and the system had granted him the strength of Z-era Vegito. He could walk sideways across the universe until Beerus arrived on Earth. As for what point in time he was in, Gogito wasn't sure, but he knew that since the Saiyans had sent him here, he was likely around the same age as Kakarot, or perhaps older.

Gogito planned to head to Earth in a few days to see what stage the plot had reached. For now, he would spend these days familiarizing himself with his strength. The sudden surge in power made him feel a bit lightheaded.

Gogito stood up, intending to catch a dinosaur for tonight's meal. Previously, due to his lack of strength, he couldn't beat the dinosaurs and had to eat fish every day. Now that he had the power, he was definitely going to enjoy himself.

Before long, Gogito returned carrying a dinosaur many times his size. The dinosaur's state of death was quite gruesome; because Gogito hadn't controlled his strength well, he had blasted the creature into scraps with a single strike. Several in a row had met the same fate, and even this one, despite his efforts to control his power, had half its body blown away. He would just have to make do.

After processing the meat, Gogito chopped down a pile of trees, skewered the meat, and set it up. Everything was ready, and as the sky darkened, Gogito used a ki blast to ignite the fire and sat before it, waiting for the meat to cook.

Soon, the meat was ready. A gentle breeze blew, carrying a mouth-watering aroma that made Gogito drool. He grabbed the meat from the fire and began to tear into it greedily.

Before long, a pile of bones lay on the ground. Gogito lay back, feeling satisfied, watching the meteors streak across the sky, his thoughts drifting far away.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him, and he sat bolt upright, searching around for something. After looking for a long time, he found nothing.

"Strange, does this planet not have a moon?"

Gogito remembered that he had a tail, unlike the Saiyans on Earth who had all had theirs removed. He wanted to see if he could transform into a Super Saiyan 4, but he couldn't find a moon anywhere.

No matter. If there was no moon, he would just create one. It wasn't as if he didn't know how. Having inherited all of Vegito's abilities, a mere artificial moon was nothing to him.

He acted immediately. Gogito raised his hand to condense energy, and a blinding ball of light appeared in his palm. He flicked it toward the sky, and the surroundings were instantly illuminated, no different from broad daylight.

The artificial moon flew halfway up before suddenly shattering into specks of starlight. Seeing this, Gogito felt a bit helpless. He couldn't quite control his suddenly explosive power. It seemed he would have to familiarize himself with his current strength before heading out to have some fun.