Chosen by Dragon Ball

In a field of darkness, two voices called out.

Zhang Chen heard the calls in his sleep, struggling to wake. He forced his eyes open, his consciousness breaking through the darkness, and he sat up abruptly.

"What... what is this..." The moment he opened his eyes, he froze.

The land before him was a mess, covered in scorched corpses and mangled remains. Trees were toppled, and deep fissures spread out into the distance. Where was his bed? Wasn't he sleeping at home? Was this a dream within a dream?

"A low-class warrior is just a low-class warrior, to collapse from exhaustion." A cold voice came from the side, chilling him to the bone like a knife at his throat.

Zhang Chen timidly glanced sideways, his heart pounding with terror: Oh my god, it's Vegeta and Nappa!

To actually see Saiyans from Dragon Ball, I must be dreaming!

Zhang Chen reached out to touch Nappa. The sensation on his hand felt real. No, it was real! He pinched himself hard again. Hiss—That hurts!

"I'm not dreaming!"

Nappa looked at him curiously. "Hey, are you stupid or something?"

"What a useless piece of trash!" Vegeta sneered, turning his face halfway away in disgust.

The reality of the touch made him understand that this was definitely not a dream. Then he... Zhang Chen touched the tip of his flowing long hair, then saw the battle suit he was wearing and his agile tail. In an instant, he knew his identity: Goku's brother, Raditz.

Zhang Chen loved Dragon Ball, with its humor and passion. He had considered it a classic since he was very young, with a whole display cabinet filled with manga, figurines, and clothing. The seven wish-granting orbs in the story had always fueled his imagination. If only there were such magical Dragon Balls in reality, life would turn into a colorful adventure.

Even though he knew it was impossible, he still spent thirty yuan online to buy seven Dragon Balls. He expected them to be of glass bead quality, but to his surprise, they were heavy in his hand and exquisitely crafted!

Each of the seven Dragon Balls that entered his sight was crystal clear, smooth to the touch as if made of jade. The stars within them actually emitted a faint glow even in broad daylight, as if light was flowing across their surfaces. The sound of a few orbs bumping into each other was crisp and ethereal, stirring his heartstrings.

Zhang Chen caressed the translucent orbs, thinking: If only I could make a wish, to take me to the Dragon Ball world, to be a Saiyan or something, that would be quite glorious.

Thinking this, he placed the seven precious orbs in the center of his display cabinet like treasures, cushioning them with red cloth to highlight their splendor.

Then, he contentedly took a short afternoon nap, and then...

He transmigrated?

The key point was that he had actually become a Saiyan, but a tragic one at that – Raditz.

So tragic that he only appeared for a few chapters before meeting his end, and never even appeared in flashbacks later. Zhang Chen had complained more than once: Goku, you could let Vegeta go, but you couldn't let your own brother go? Was it because you were jealous of Raditz's hairstyle and could directly turn Super Saiyan 3?

His fantasy of visiting the Dragon Ball world had suddenly become a reality, leaving him momentarily unable to react. Although it was unbelievable, it was now an absolute certainty that he had become Raditz.

The immediate priority was to figure out the situation and, first and foremost, survive.

"Hey, Raditz, did you lose your memory?" Nappa asked, raising an eyebrow as he saw Zhang Chen standing there blankly for a long time.

"I-I'm fine. I just hit my head earlier and I'm still a bit dizzy."

"Hmph," Vegeta snorted. "If it weren't for the fact that we're the only Saiyan survivors, I would have killed you, you trash."

Raditz had nothing to say. After all, he was just a low-class warrior who hadn't even overcome the weakness of his tail.

In the world of Dragon Ball, without strength, you were nothing.

"After all, Raditz's bloodline is too poor. But speaking of which, the planet we're attacking this time is really tough. These guys aren't very strong, but there are too many of them," Nappa exclaimed with a grin.

"Don't be ridiculous, these scum must be eliminated quickly."

Listening to their conversation, Raditz roughly understood what was happening.

The three of them were attacking a planet and encountered difficulties. Next, it would be his turn to go to Earth to find Goku and then get himself killed according to the plot, thus exiting the Dragon Ball stage. This was the birth of the most tragic brother in history.

Nappa's eyes suddenly darted. "Hey, Raditz, don't you have a younger brother who was sent out? Even though he's a low-class warrior, he's still a pure-blooded Saiyan, right? If we encounter a tough planet in the future, four people are better than three. Go bring him here."

"Don't kid me, Nappa. With that kind of trash, his power level probably won't even reach a thousand," Vegeta said dismissively. After a pause, he suddenly looked at Raditz. "However, no matter how useless he is, he'll probably show some strength during a full moon. It's fine for you to bring him over. I'll let him know what a true Saiyan is."

Raditz felt a chill run down his spine under Vegeta's gaze.

Is this oppressive aura the gap in strength? Vegeta is indeed extraordinary.

"I understand. Once I recover from my injuries, I'll go find my brother," Raditz nodded slightly.

He knew he couldn't oppose Vegeta at the moment and could only comply for now.

"We'll handle things here. Your combat power won't make much of a difference," Nappa said proudly, laughing heartily.

Saiyans were born with a sense of hierarchical dignity, calling themselves a warrior race. Once they transformed into Great Apes, their world-destroying combat power was enough to make the inhabitants of most planets tremble. In the eyes of residents from other universes, Saiyans were just barbaric and belligerent, but they were oblivious to this.

The warrior race's birth determined their status. Like Prince Vegeta, he was gifted with extraordinary talent, born with several hundred power level, and within a few years, he had crushed many adult warriors, born with arrogance. Nappa was also born into a prominent family, with good talent and extensive combat experience, making him very conceited.

Raditz and Goku, on the other hand, belonged to the majority of lower-class Saiyans. In the eyes of these high-class warriors, they were nothing. Therefore, Raditz usually endured cold stares among the three and had no say.

No! Since I've come to the world of Dragon Ball, I can't die so miserably anymore. I must become strong, stronger than Nappa, stronger than Vegeta, even stronger than every future enemy and Goku!

Glancing coldly at Vegeta and Nappa, Raditz made up his mind to start training on this planet. Unlike Saiyans, Earth's training methods were more effective and reasonable. Combined with the use of Ki, this led to Earth, a weak planet, giving birth to so many powerful warriors. Despite the low starting point, Raditz was confident he could surpass them through training.

He got up from the ground and volunteered, "I'll go find some food."

"Hmph, do as you please. Just don't get yourself killed by them!" Vegeta said indifferently.

Raditz nodded and tried to jump into the air, but he couldn't sustain flight. After several failed attempts, he gave up and instead ran off.

Behind him, Nappa and Vegeta looked bewildered.

Yes, the reason was that Raditz couldn't fly yet