Escape

Dim, oppressive, and damp.

This was a metal laboratory located dozens of meters underground.

Discarded robot parts were scattered in corners filled with pipes, and cold-glowing incubation chambers lined the metal walls in a row.

Each chamber held biological tissues of various forms.

In the room, two researchers in white lab coats moved between the experimental benches.

"Doctor, your artificial weapon has already started fighting that intruder."

The young researcher stared at the screen and spoke to another, significantly older researcher.

"Although that Black Adjutant is unforgivable for killing the Commander, if he can use that weapon to take down the intruder and retrieve the Dragon Ball, it would count as atoning for his crimes."

On the screen, a boy with a tail was seen maneuvering around the Black Adjutant, who was piloting a massive robot.

The boy jumped off a peculiar cloud and slammed a fist into the robot's glass canopy; the momentum of the punch exploded outward, yet the glass did not budge.

"Doctor, the weapon you built is too strong; that brat..."

"Shut up! You fool!" Dr. Gero interrupted sharply.

The young researcher froze, looking at the doctor behind him in confusion.

The lenses of the doctor's glasses reflected a cold light, obscuring his expression.

"Do you really think that piece of trash can win?"

No longer paying attention to the situation on the screen, he walked straight toward a solitary incubation chamber.

"Sun Wukong managed to survive Tao Pai Pai; thinking he could be defeated by a machine that still requires an operator... is nothing but a pipe dream."

As soon as he finished speaking, the battle on the screen took a sharp turn.

The Black Adjutant operated the robot, firing a bomb capable of leveling the headquarters at the boy standing on a high building.

The boy leaped into the air and kicked the bomb toward a distant snow-capped mountain.

"Boom!"

In an instant, half of the mountain evaporated in the explosion.

Following this, the boy looked at the robot, which was staggering away, and pushed off with his legs, his body soaring through the air.

His small frame collided with the robot's purple metal abdomen.

The scene the researcher had anticipated—the boy being blocked—did not occur.

No hesitation, no resistance.

The boy pierced through the machine, punching a massive hole in it, and landed effortlessly back on his cloud.

"Too... too strong."

The young researcher watched the screen as the machine exploded into ashes, his face full of shock as he took a few steps back.

"Hmph! Trash is just trash."

Dr. Gero dismissed his assistant's naive display with disdain.

He turned his gaze toward the humanoid creature in the incubation chamber before him, secretly mesmerized.

"This is my perfect weapon."

Inside the chamber, a boy with tubes inserted all over his body was curled up.

His slightly youthful and handsome face had his eyes tightly shut, and his brows were deeply furrowed, as if he were experiencing a painful dream.

[Android No.: 0]

[Equipped Weapon: Energy Conversion Device]

[Status: Near Death]

The red warning light flashing with a sense of urgency made Dr. Gero sigh.

"What a pity..."

"The bio-type android is still in the early stages of research; it seems I must find more test subjects to perfect the data."

"Let's relocate first; this place is no longer safe."

Contemplating how to arrange things for the future, he walked toward a giant computer, tapped rapidly on the keyboard, and pulled up a strange interface.

The young researcher hurriedly followed, "Doctor, the Red Ribbon Army has been destroyed. How are we supposed to..."

"Who said it was destroyed?"

Dr. Gero turned around abruptly, his eyes devoid of anger, filled only with a near-paranoid determination.

"As long as I am still here, the Red Ribbon Army will never perish. No matter how long it takes, we will definitely take revenge on Sun Wukong."

"Yes, yes, we, haha—ugh..."

The young researcher hadn't been happy for long before he looked at the doctor in front of him in astonishment, then looked down at the hole slowly oozing blood in his chest, and collapsed with a thud.

A trace of mockery flashed across Dr. Gero's face as he put away the energy gun in his hand.

"We, but not including you. You know too much; shut up forever."

Ignoring the corpse on the floor, he tapped the laboratory's management AI.

"Initiate the base self-destruct sequence and transmit the experimental data to the northern base."

The intelligent AI's voice rang out, "Data transmission complete. The base self-destruct sequence is ready to be initiated. Please confirm."

"Yes."

"Initiating base self-destruct sequence. The base will self-destruct in fifteen minutes. Please evacuate immediately."

Dr. Gero glanced at the countdown displayed on the screen, took one last deep look at the motionless boy in the incubation tank, and turned to hurry away.

I don't know how much time passed, but the laboratory fell into a long silence, with only the countdown numbers flickering on the computer screen.

Suddenly, the boy in the incubation tank snapped his eyes open.

"Bang!"

With a sharp, explosive sound, the boy tumbled out into a pile of shattered glass.

Ignoring the state of his body, he used all his strength to dash toward the laboratory's iron door.

He burst through the door and scrambled up the metal ladder to escape.

"Boom!" A scorching flame erupted beneath him.

The sturdy walls enclosing the laboratory teetered in the inferno, and the entire escape ladder collapsed like a skeleton the moment he leaped onto the surface.

"Phew, finally made it out alive."

Looking at the cratered land before him, the boy felt a lingering fear.

He brushed the dust off his body.

"Tsk..."

Suddenly, he realized something. He looked down and saw he was standing stark naked in the cold wind.

Shuddering, the boy crossed his arms. "I'd better find some clothes first. This body is really suffering."

He walked toward the nearby ruins of a building; it was the headquarters of the Red Ribbon Army that had just been destroyed.

The boy's name was Raditz, and he had transmigrated from another world.

When his soul merged with the body and he figured out his surroundings, he had assumed he had arrived in a technological world not much different from his previous life.

He thought he was in the secret laboratory of some mad scientist.

After all, the bizarre creatures filling the room and the scattered mechanical debris everywhere were clear evidence of the owner's insanity.

He had guessed correctly; it was indeed a mad scientist.

"But who told me this was some crappy tech world? Dragon Ball? The Red Ribbon Army? This is clearly the Dragon Ball world!"

Putting on clothes he'd stripped from a dead soldier, Raditz complained frantically in his mind.

As a fan of anime and manga, Raditz had consumed plenty of works, so he was certainly no stranger to Dragon Ball.

The fight scenes and energy blasts had once made his blood boil.

However, now that he was actually in this world, he should have at least started as a Saiyan. What was this half-crippled human start?

A hellish start? No, wait.

He raised his right hand, revealing a metallic palm with a circular metal core embedded in it.

"This must have been modified by that doctor, right? This mechanical limb works just like a real hand. I wonder what it can do?"

Knowing this was the Dragon Ball world, Raditz realized that the man who had fled earlier might be Goku's future enemy, the mastermind behind the Android saga—Dr. Gero.

"So, is this body I'm in one of the androids Dr. Gero was developing?"

Just then, a voice rang out in his mind.

[Host soul integrity detected, consciousness stable. System officially activated.]

It's here, it's here! Late, but it arrived—my golden finger!

Raditz immediately stopped thinking about anything else, his eyes lighting up.

As expected, if I transmigrated without a cheat, wouldn't it have been for nothing?