The Summoned Hero

"Heh heh heh, look, Zarbon, Dodoria! Heh heh heh."

Watching the brilliant fireworks, Frieza was undoubtedly thrilled. At long last, the Super Saiyans had been completely wiped out. From this day on, nothing would ever threaten his position as the emperor of the universe again.

Zarbon and Dodoria stood behind Frieza, watching the brilliant fireworks with him.

The Saiyans, who had once invaded countless worlds and driven others from their homes, had finally gotten what was coming to them. Their own home had become a firework, and the entire Saiyan race would be wiped out.

Meanwhile, on a green planet in the North Galaxy.

It was covered in vast, dense forests, home to countless enormous and incredibly vicious beasts.

At the edge of the primeval forest stood a dense crowd of aliens. They knelt together, all praying toward the altar at the center.

These aliens had round purple heads and two whiskers about twenty centimeters long growing above their eyebrows. They all wore white leather jackets and looked incredibly strange.

On the altar at the center stood a beautiful woman in a colorful gauzy dress. She looked much like an Earthling.

But unlike Earthlings, this woman had a pair of silver butterfly wings on her back, as thin as a cicada's wings. It was hard to believe they could actually carry her into the air.

The woman held a scepter and knelt, murmuring a prayer.

"Revered God of Thought, the prophesied age of darkness is drawing near. Please hear our prayers and choose a hero who can lead us out of the darkness!"

As the woman and everyone else bowed in prayer, an invisible power of thought began to gather above the altar.

The woman waved the scepter in her hand, guiding everyone's gathered power of thought. Then she reached out to the heavens, as if summoning a deity.

As the ceremony began, golden energy appeared at the center of the altar. Everyone grew incredibly excited at the sight.

The selection of the hero was about to begin. Whoever won the approval of this energy would become the legendary champion who led their people through the prophesied age of darkness.

Under everyone's expectant gaze, the golden energy began darting among the members of the tribe, as if searching for something.

Suddenly, the golden energy seemed to sense something and flew back to the altar as fast as it could.

"What's going on? Wasn't it supposed to choose a hero from among our people? Does that mean none of us has earned the approval of God of Thought?"

The crowd began murmuring among themselves, each voicing their own opinion.

"Silence!"

The woman tapped the ground lightly with her scepter. An invisible force spread in every direction. Feeling its surging power, everyone closed their mouths.

"Great God of Thought, please choose a hero who can lead us out of the darkness!"

The woman prayed again, but the golden energy did not continue choosing among the tribe. Instead, it kept flashing, as if it were summoning someone.

At last, as the golden light faded, an infant with a monkey's tail growing from his rump appeared on the altar.

"Waaah!"

Everyone had been stunned by the sight, but the infant's sudden wail snapped them back to their senses.

"What's going on? Why didn't it choose a hero? Why did it summon an infant instead?"

"Could this child be the hero God of Thought sent us?"

The people beneath the altar erupted in an uproar. No one had expected this outcome.

Even the woman standing on the altar was astonished. God of Thought hadn't chosen a hero, but had sent a child directly to them instead. Could this child be the hero?

The woman carefully picked up the baby. Gamos saw her, and his wailing abruptly stopped.

Her delicate features, fair skin, and gentle expression—this sudden, devastating blow of beauty left Gamos completely dazed.

Gamos was certain that even the biggest celebrities from his previous life were nothing compared to this goddess.

Especially the two feelers on her forehead. They didn't make her look strange at all; instead, they lent her a seductive, uniformed charm. Who could resist that?

Faced with such beauty, even Gamos, who hadn't been one to care about looks, felt like becoming her devoted admirer. That was just how alluring she was.

The woman gazed at Gamos, who was staring up at her with wide eyes, and smiled faintly.

She thought to herself that, as expected of the hero bestowed by God of Thought, the child's reaction showed that he was already beginning to remember.

She had seen that dazed expression countless times before and was long past being surprised by it.

"My dear hero, the future of our people is in your hands now."

The woman smiled faintly, then reached out and gently tapped Gamos on the nose, like a tender mother teasing her child.

Gamos opened his chubby little mouth and promptly latched onto her long, slender finger.

"A free treat is a treat. Mmm, she smells so good!"

Gamos had long since forgotten all about his earlier unhappiness. His eyes were fixed entirely on the goddess in front of him.

Seeing the baby in her arms sucking on her finger with such gusto, the woman assumed he was hungry and immediately ordered her attendants to bring him something to eat.

Watching Gamos suck away so contentedly in her arms, she couldn't help feeling a little doubtful.

"Can such a little child eat ordinary food? I wonder if there's a wet nurse in the tribe. If not, you'll have to make do with beast's milk."

Gamos was still lost in the bliss of being so close to the goddess, completely unaware of what anyone else was thinking.

"If only I were a little older. Boohoo, the goddess is right here, but all I can do is taste her."

In his previous life, Gamos had been a total loser, with no car, no house, and no assets. He'd given up on life and become a shut-in. He'd thought he would live out his days alone, but he never expected an accident to come so soon.

It was all because he'd gone online and cursed out a fan of Arcs, saying that after cultivating for hundreds of years, he still couldn't blow up a planet and was worse than Broly at birth. Then someone had come looking for him. They beat him up, and he fell to the ground, where the back of his head struck a nail. That was the end of him.

Who would have thought that Gamos, who'd died such a baffling death, would transmigrate into the Dragon Ball world and become the legendary Super Saiyan he'd always dreamed of?

Gamos already felt incredibly lucky to have survived and begun a new life as a Super Saiyan. He'd never expected to be adopted by such a goddess, too. It couldn't get any better than this.

His only regret was the huge age gap between him and the woman. If he could, Gamos truly wanted her to become the mother of the next generation of Legendary Super Saiyans.

"Something's wrong, Sister Yasi—no, High Priestess! The Green Cloth Tribe is back!"

The ceremony had just ended when a panicked figure rushed in from outside.

She was just as beautiful, with a curvy figure and a pale pink outfit. Her features bore some resemblance to the woman known as the High Priestess, Yasi.

The High Priestess was named Yasi, and the newcomer was her biological younger sister. They both belonged to the Butterfly Spirit Tribe, the most beautiful race on the planet—and also the weakest.