"Damn it, transmigrating is great and all, but why the hell did it have to be Dragon Ball?"
On Paozu Mountain, a boy lay with his young hands behind his head. "Coming to Dragon Ball is one thing, but why couldn't I have become Son Goku? Vegeta would've been fine too. What the hell am I supposed to do as Son Goten?"
For the nth time, the boy grumbled inwardly. He sat up with a disgruntled look. He had a head of spiky hair and wore an orange martial arts uniform over a black long-sleeved shirt. Son Goten was the son Son Goku left behind after the Cell Games, Son Gohan's younger brother. But unlike the original Son Goten, this Son Goten still had the tail unique to Saiyans.
Why the hell am I Son Goten? Son Goten smiled bitterly to himself. Sure, there were beautiful women in Dragon Ball, but what good did that do him? The leading lady, Bulma, was Vegeta's wife, and her son was a year older than him. Android 18 had gotten together with that noseless guy, Krillin. The only one left was Chi-Chi, who was his mom, for crying out loud. Videl had already been claimed by his big brother.
I'm so exhausted. This world is just overflowing with malice. According to the story, Majin Buu was about to show up. Damn it, he'd have to face such an insanely powerful boss right after being born. He was a newbie who'd just left the starting village, yet he had to take on a max-level boss. I feel like I'm the most miserable transmigrator of them all.
"Forget it. The World Martial Arts Tournament is about to start. I have to become a Super Saiyan 2 before then, or I won't stand a chance." Son Goten stood up, his gaze sharpening. A golden aura flared around him; his hair stood on end, golden, his eyebrows turned yellow, and his eyes became pale green. Even his tail turned golden.
The Super Saiyan: a legendary transformation said to appear once every thousand years. But these days, it seemed like every Saiyan could do it.
"Forget it. Staying alive comes first. I'd better train."
Son Goten smiled bitterly, then shot off into the distance like a streak of light.
Deep in an unnamed mountain, Son Goten's golden aura faded, though he kept his Super Saiyan form. So much time had passed, but he'd discovered that the anime he'd watched in his previous life was still etched deeply in his mind. That was probably his cheat.
Son Goten still remembered: to break through to Super Saiyan 2, he first had to get used to being a Super Saiyan. As for why Caulifla in Dragon Ball Super could transform into Super Saiyan 2 right after learning to become a Super Saiyan, Son Goten figured it was probably because the plot demanded it. After all, when Kale transformed into the Legendary Super Saiyan, her power went berserk. It would've taken at least a Super Saiyan 2 to stop her. Anyone who'd seen the movie Broly: The Legendary Super Saiyan knew how powerful the Legendary Super Saiyan was. Broly had taken down four Super Saiyans by himself, along with Piccolo, a powerhouse on par with a Super Saiyan. His strength was no joke.
Son Goten kept sweating beneath the setting sun, working through his basic training one step at a time. The reason Vegeta could never catch up to Son Goku was that his fundamentals weren't as solid. Vegeta had been born with a power level of a thousand, while Son Goku had only had two. Vegeta's high starting power had given him lofty expectations, and he'd looked down on basic training. Son Goku, on the other hand, had only had two, so the only way for him to get stronger was to work his way up step by step.
Before the Cell Games, Vegeta had trained like crazy and developed Super Saiyan Second Grade, gaining enough power to crush Cell in his Second Form. But he still couldn't hold a candle to Cell in his Perfect Form. Son Goku, meanwhile, had trained by treating Super Saiyan as his normal state and developed Full Power Super Saiyan. His strength still didn't match Cell's, but Cell couldn't toy with him as easily as he had with Vegeta.
"Huh? Big brother's back." Son Goten, who'd been keeping an eye on things at home, stopped training. Today was the day Son Gohan started school, and it made Son Goten feel a little pressed for time. He remembered that Broly had shown up during the period before the World Martial Arts Tournament. That guy, who was the same age as his dad, was an absolute lunatic.
"Forget it. I'd better head back first." Son Goten used the Flight Technique, stepping into the air and rushing home.
"So, Goten, how handsome do I look?" Son Gohan, dressed in that ridiculous Great Saiyaman outfit, proudly showed off his clothes.
Son Goten's mouth twitched. I've got a ridiculous outfit joke I could make, but I wonder if Big Brother would get it.
"It's... not bad." Son Goten forced a strained smile onto his face. He was grinning outwardly, but cursing inwardly.
"Haha!" Son Gohan didn't seem to notice Son Goten's forced smile. He struck one ridiculous pose after another, and Son Goten quietly edged backward. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from pulling out his forty-meter-long blade.
Damn it, if I ever find out who led Big Brother astray, I'll beat the crap out of him when I catch him. I'll make him shit himself so badly he'll be lucky to come out clean.
In a mountain thousands of miles from Paozu Mountain, a man lay frozen in a circular lake. The eyelid of the sleeping man seemed to twitch—then it was as if nothing had happened.
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