A Warning from the Future

Lin Fan's injuries healed at an astonishing rate, thanks to both nanomedical technology and his own Foundation Establishment True Essence.

Several days later, he was able to get out of bed and walk, though his face remained somewhat pale, and his True Essence was still far from fully recovered.

But a powerful sense of urgency hung over him like the sword of Damocles.

Mercenary Tao's attack had only been the beginning.

He knew all too well that a year from now, a true catastrophe would descend—the two Saiyans from outer space, who took pleasure in destruction!

With Earth's current fighting strength, they would be utterly helpless unless Goku and Piccolo broke through to new levels of power!

And because he had appeared in this world, subtle butterfly effects had already taken place. He had no idea whether the future would still follow its original course.

He had to warn them!

Everyone needed to prepare in advance!

But he couldn't explain where the information had come from.

If he told them outright that he was a traveler from another world, they would probably think he was crazy.

After thinking it over, he sought out Bulma, who was tearing her hair out over new blueprints in the Gravity Room, and Krillin, who had come to West City for a visit—and, conveniently, a free meal. Through Bulma's communicator, he also contacted Master Roshi, who was far away on Kame House Island.

The atmosphere in the lab was somewhat subdued.

Bulma set down her tools when she saw how unusually serious Lin Fan looked.

Krillin stopped joking around and looked at him curiously.

On the communication screen, Master Roshi took the porn magazine off his face and adjusted his sunglasses.

"Everyone," Lin Fan began. His voice was still slightly hoarse from his recent injuries, but it carried an undeniable weight. "What I'm about to tell you may sound absurd, but please hear me out."

He took a deep breath, looked from one to the other, and slowly continued, "Lately, I've had the same dream over and over... A nightmare so vivid, it takes my breath away."

"A dream?"

Bulma blinked. "Are you sure you haven't started hallucinating because you're still recovering?"

"No, it's not a hallucination."

Lin Fan shook his head, his expression grave. "In the dream... about a year from now, two... uninvited guests will descend on Earth from outer space."

"Outer space? Aliens?"

Krillin scratched his head. "Like King Piccolo?"

"They're... countless times more terrifying."

Lin Fan's voice sank, as though he were recalling something horrific. "They call themselves... Saiyans. They live to fight and conquer, and take pleasure in wiping out the civilizations on entire planets. Their goal... is to kill everyone who resists, then sell Earth... to other buyers in the universe."

"Kill everyone? Sell Earth?!"

Bulma cried out in shock. "That's way too ridiculous, even for a dream!"

Krillin's face paled, too. "I-is that for real? Lin Fan, aren't dreams supposed to mean the opposite...?"

Only Master Roshi, on the communication screen, didn't immediately object. His gaze shifted faintly behind his sunglasses.

Lin Fan ignored their doubts and continued, his voice tight with suppressed fear. "I saw their power... It was so overwhelming, it made you despair! Either one of them had an energy reading far beyond anyone we've ever faced! Even... far beyond Tien Shinhan and Goku at full power!"

"They're cruel and cold-blooded, and they treat lives like weeds. I saw cities go up in flames, and countless people... including our friends... fall in despair..."

Lin Fan let a touch of pain and lingering fear show on his face, his acting convincing. "Nappa... Vegeta... Those two names are carved into my mind like a nightmare!"

He looked at Krillin, then at Master Roshi on the screen. "We have to prepare in advance! A year... isn't nearly enough! If we do nothing, then when they arrive... we won't stand a chance! Earth... will be completely destroyed!"

Silence fell over the lab.

Bulma's mouth hung open. She wanted to say something, but Lin Fan's unprecedented seriousness and the genuine fear in his eyes left her speechless.

She was a scientist and didn't believe in prophetic dreams, but Lin Fan's account was too detailed, too vivid—especially the overwhelming sense of impending destruction...

Krillin was so frightened that he swallowed hard and instinctively rubbed his bald head, as though he could already see the aliens beating him to a pulp.

"Saiyans... selling planets..."

Master Roshi spoke slowly. His voice no longer carried its usual lecherous levity, but instead held a rare note of gravity. "There really are many powerful races and factions in the universe... And destroying the civilizations on entire planets isn't impossible..."

He adjusted his sunglasses and studied Lin Fan carefully. "Kid, your dream... is far too detailed. And the energy around you seems to have changed in some peculiar way since you were injured... It's become more... restrained and profound. Perhaps this dream didn't come from nowhere."

Master Roshi had lived for centuries. He had witnessed the Evil Containment Wave, knew the origins of King Piccolo, and even had some vague knowledge that there were worlds beyond Earth.

He was far more receptive to supernatural phenomena than Bulma and Krillin.

"Master Mutian! You don't actually believe him, do you?"

Bulma stared at the screen in disbelief.

"Better to believe it and be wrong than dismiss it and regret it," Master Roshi said gravely. "If Lin Fan's dream is real, then Earth's very survival will be at stake. If it's false... there's no harm in preparing early and training harder."

He turned to Lin Fan. "What do you need us to do?"

Lin Fan felt somewhat relieved. He knew Master Roshi was at least seventy or eighty percent convinced. He immediately replied, "First, we need to contact Goku and Tien Shinhan as soon as possible! They're our strongest fighters. They need to know about the danger and train even harder!"

"We can't get in touch with Goku. It seems the Lookout is blocking the signal," Bulma said with a frown. "Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu are hard to track down, too."

"Do everything you can to reach them," Lin Fan said. "Second, all of us need to increase our strength by any means necessary over the next year! Bulma, you need to speed up the Gravity Room project! Krillin, you can't slack off in your training, either!"

"Lastly..."

Lin Fan looked over the high-tech equipment in the lab. "We need to learn as much as we can about the universe and alien civilizations, and develop weapons and defenses to counter them... Even if they only help a little."

Bulma looked at Lin Fan, then at Master Roshi, who was unusually serious on the screen. Finally, she gritted her teeth. "All right! It still sounds ridiculous... but I'll believe you this once! The Gravity Room project is our top priority! I'll get Dad to put all our resources into searching for any information we can find about aliens and 'Saiyans'!"

Krillin nodded hard, his small face full of tension and determination. "I... I'll go back and train twice as hard! We can't let them sell Earth!"

Master Roshi considered it for a moment. "I'll try using some ancient methods to contact Kami... Perhaps he knows more. I'll also ask Sea Turtle to keep an eye out for anything unusual overseas."

At least the first step toward sounding the alarm had succeeded.

Although Bulma and Krillin still had their doubts, the seed had been planted, and the sense of danger had reached them.

Lin Fan looked out at the sky over West City. The urgency in his heart had not eased.

A year... He had only a year.

He had to improve his cultivation faster, refine better pills, and nurture more powerful magical artifacts...

At the same time, he had to remain on guard... against the Red Ribbon Army and Dr. Gero, who were lurking in the shadows and watching him with hostile intent.

The road ahead was bound to be full of thorns.