Kast

"It's been five years already!"

"Bang!!"

With a casual flick of his hand, Kast fired a ki blast that reduced a blue, tentacled alien creature in front of him to dust. Floating in mid-air, he couldn't help but feel a wave of emotion.

He stretched out his hands, clad in white gloves, his body encased in a blue bodysuit covered by white soft armor. Beneath a head of flowing, anti-gravity hair was a delicate, youthful face, and his left eye was covered by a green, ear-mounted scouter that flickered with streams of data.

Most peculiar of all was the monkey-like tail wrapped around his waist.

Everything about this was all too familiar to Kast.

"I never expected to transmigrate into the Dragon Ball world."

Kast recalled his previous life.

It had been an ordinary world—no extraordinary powers, no discovery of aliens, just plenty of entertainment and technology. The Dragon Ball anime had been world-famous, and in his past life, Kast had been a fan who watched it over and over again.

Kast's transmigration could be called a cruel twist of fate; he had lost his life in a traffic accident when his vehicle went out of control.

Upon waking, Kast found himself inside a cultivation tank filled with blue liquid, surrounded by strange, white-clad creatures pacing back and forth.

A red-skinned alien approached him, tapped the scouter on his ear, and muttered, "Combat power 10, low-class warrior," before arranging for Kast to be sent to an alien planet and launched into space.

Five years had passed since he arrived on this planet. Only after landing did he realize it was an uncivilized world inhabited solely by mindless beasts.

When he first descended, the commotion caused by his spaceship attracted a multitude of creatures.

Perhaps it was luck that this world had a moon. In a moment of crisis, Kast caught sight of it and, influenced by over 17 million units of Blutz Waves, transformed into a Great Ape.

Whether it was the influence of living a second life or not, Kast did not lose his sanity upon transforming.

In his Great Ape state, Kast wiped out the surrounding threats and established a shelter, storing the creatures he killed as a food supply.

As he grew older, he used the basic information stored in his ship to learn how to fly and use ki blasts.

He also learned that Planet Vegeta was currently in the early stages of its alliance with Frieza. King Vegeta had not yet been born, and Son Goku wouldn't be born until five years after the prince.

This meant there was still some time before Planet Vegeta's destruction, and this period could be put to good use.

Perhaps due to a soul mutation caused by his transmigration, Kast found that his training yielded twice the result with half the effort. His control was particularly exceptional; he could manipulate ki with the precision of his own limbs, guiding ki blasts through complex maneuvers without expending much energy.

For physical conditioning, he stuck to the basics from his memories: standing meditation, long-distance running, and weighted training.

It was truly the Saiyan physique at work. Through systematic training, Kast's combat power saw a significant boost, increasing 50-fold in just two years from his initial level of 10.

Now, five years later, his combat power had reached 1,300—far exceeding the data of the newborn prince and rivaling some of the weaker adult low-class warriors.

"Oh? Vegeta is born."

Back at his base, the scouter on Kast's ear emitted a recall signal for all idle Saiyans. The message announced the birth of King Vegeta's son. The birth of the King's son was a major event for all Saiyans, especially since Prince Vegeta was born with a combat power of 1,000!

"Vegeta is born, so time is running short."

He thought of how Son Goku would be born five years after Vegeta, which also signaled the destruction of Planet Vegeta.

"It's time to go back."

Kast fell into deep thought. Initially, he hadn't planned on returning to Planet Vegeta, intending to head straight for Earth once his power increased. However, he discovered that his ship's navigation system only had one route: back to Planet Vegeta. This realization immediately put an end to his other plans.

Still, it made sense. Even if low-class warriors were considered expendable, one who could survive alone on a planet must have grown into a capable warrior, and such soldiers were indispensable to the Saiyans.

"But before I go back, I should suppress my ki."

With a faint smile, Kast took a light breath. The data on his scouter began to drop: 1,290, 1,080, 870... 400... 300, stopping only when it reached 300.

"That should do it."

Looking at the reading of 300, Kast nodded in satisfaction. While 300 wasn't high, considering he was a low-class warrior and only a five-year-old child, it was quite significant—at the very least, it was already higher than the combat power of King Piccolo, who was currently far away on Earth.

Controlling the intensity of his ki was not difficult for Kast. He had been able to sense the flow of ki since he was two, and through constant practice, he could control the trajectory of his ki blasts at will and had gained a deeper understanding of ki manipulation.

Suppressing his power was a breeze.

As for why he wanted to suppress his ki, it wasn't to play the fool; he had other plans.

For Saiyans, combat power was the proof of social status; having great power meant having great authority. The Saiyans were currently collaborating with Frieza in a scheme to occupy and sell planets.

In this war of aggression, where Frieza provided the technology and funding while the Saiyans provided the manpower, those with great power were inevitably the first to be monitored.

If he revealed his true strength now, he would undoubtedly attract the attention of the higher-ups, making it impossible to move freely.

That was something Kast could not accept.

Knowing the plot, Kast understood that Planet Vegeta only had five years left. This return was a forced necessity; the planet he was on had no intelligent life, and his ship lacked the star charts to go anywhere else. He had no choice but to return to Planet Vegeta for a gear upgrade.

Hiding his strength was essential, but he couldn't make it too low, or it would arouse suspicion. Maintaining a combat power of 300 was the perfect balance.