Transmigration! The World of Dragon Ball

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Age 764, Mount Paozu.

The windows of the small round house were open, and the breeze drifting in made one feel slightly drowsy.

Son Gohan lay slumped over his desk, a butterfly resting on his hair. His face was pressed against an unfinished math worksheet, and he was sound asleep.

Suddenly, he snapped his eyes open, staring blankly at everything before him.

...Where, where am I?

Son Gohan pulled his thoughts back to a few days ago. Ye Ting remembered that he had been a miserable office worker in the twenty-first century, squeezing onto the subway every morning and working overtime until the middle of the night. He was exhausted every single day, not to mention his low salary.

That day, having just received his paycheck, he had prepared to go out for a big meal to reward himself and treat himself well. However, he hadn't checked the almanac before heading out. Just as he finished his fill and stepped out of the restaurant, a heavy-duty truck came barreling straight toward him.

The high beams were so blinding he couldn't see a thing.

His final memory was a flash of white light.

Just as he thought he was about to bid farewell to this world, he woke up to find that he had transmigrated into the world of Dragon Ball.

And then—

Outside the window lay the forests of Mount Paozu, and the sound of a distant waterfall drifted in faintly.

At this point, the memories in his mind reached their end. Son Gohan was certain he had transmigrated into the Dragon Ball world, a place where powerhouses destroyed planets and universes on a whim.

This is too surreal. I actually transmigrated...

Son Gohan muttered to himself, stunned for a moment. Then, the memories of both lifetimes melted together and intertwined in his mind!

He remembered everything.

Son Gohan sat in his chair, taking about five minutes to fully digest the situation.

As a veteran Dragon Ball fan in his previous life, Son Gohan naturally knew the entire plot, from the Saiyan Saga to the Planet Namek Saga, from the Android Saga to the Majin Buu Saga.

Precisely because he remembered it so clearly, he understood his current predicament even better.

This was a place where powerhouses destroyed planets and annihilated universes at the drop of a hat.

In this world, logic and rules were nothing; only absolute, overwhelming power was the only golden rule for survival.

In the original story, although Son Gohan was a hybrid, he possessed the greatest innate potential among all Saiyans. It was only due to his personality—too indecisive, a bit reckless, and lacking a love for combat—that things went the way they did.

And look at what happened later?

Coupled with the interference of his mother, Chi-Chi, he gave up training to focus on his studies, eventually becoming the Nerd Gohan of the future.

Thinking of this, Son Gohan's mouth twitched.

Damn it, I'm still stuck studying right now.

But since he had transmigrated into Son Gohan, the life of Nerd Gohan would never come to pass! Now, with the souls of two lifetimes fused and his innate talent doubled, he was set.

Top-tier talent, plus the advantage of knowing the plot.

Son Gohan looked at his body, which was only seven years old and still quite young. A complex, indescribable emotion surged in his heart, and he couldn't help but sigh—he still had a lot of work to do!

But soon, Son Gohan felt a sense of relief.

Furthermore, it wasn't just his soul that had crossed over; there was something else deep within his mind.

Son Gohan closed his eyes and focused his attention deep into his consciousness.

There was a clear, seven-colored crystal emitting a dimensional energy that didn't belong to this world, floating quietly in his sea of consciousness.

He pondered for a good while before he figured out the purpose of this Dimensional Seed.

The Dimensional Seed's purpose was to significantly improve his control over ki.

It also enhanced his recovery capabilities; the ki consumed during battle and the injuries sustained would recover at a speed far beyond common sense.

And the most important point!

Son Gohan opened his eyes, a flicker of seven-colored light passing through the depths of his gaze.

Once the energy of the Dimensional Seed was fully charged, he could perform space-time travel.

What did this mean?

It meant that Super Saiyan 4, the limit-breaking Super Saiyan 4, and even Super Saiyan 5 were all within reach!

And it didn't stop there.

According to the potential of this treasure, once the Dimensional Seed grew to its ultimate stage, he could directly shatter the dimensional walls of the multiverse and reach other, completely different worlds.

Thinking of this, the corners of Son Gohan's mouth couldn't help but lift slightly.

This is truly—

Suddenly, the sound of a telephone ringing erupted.

"Ring-a-ling, ring—"

The sound of the phone dragged Son Gohan out of his thoughts.

He reached out and picked up the receiver, but before he could even speak, the voice on the other end asked directly.

"Gohan!"

The person calling was Krillin.

His voice was hurried, carrying a palpable sense of tension.

"Did you feel it? A super evil ki, it's incredibly strong!"

As soon as Krillin finished speaking, Son Gohan closed his eyes and channeled his ki with his whole heart to sense it.

This was the first time he had actively used this ability since transmigrating.

Every sound around him faded into nothingness.

Sure enough, he felt it!

It was far away, approaching Earth at high speed.

Two of the ki signatures were particularly distinct, evil, and powerful, carrying that hair-raising sense of oppression typical of villains.

He recognized this kind of ki; he had felt it on Planet Namek.

It was Frieza.

And it seemed it wasn't just Frieza.

There was another, even more intense and powerful ki right next to Frieza, appearing even stronger than him.

It had to be Frieza's father, King Cold.

Having hung up the phone long ago, Son Gohan opened his eyes.

"They're here."

His voice was calm, but his heart was pounding.

This was the transition from the end of the Planet Namek saga to the plot where Mecha Frieza brings his father to Earth for revenge.

According to the original story, this should be the point right after returning from Planet Namek, where Frieza hasn't been killed yet, is modified into Mecha Frieza, and comes to Earth with King Cold for vengeance.

But there was no need to worry; Future Trunks should be arriving in his time machine soon, slicing Frieza into fruit salad with a few sword swings before finishing him off with a ki blast—clean and efficient, leaving Son Goku without even a kill to his name.

Future Trunks.

Son Gohan repeated the name in his mind.

He didn't have the strength yet, so he would just follow the plot.

With that thought, he hopped off his chair and pulled open the bedroom door.

His mother, Chi-Chi, was standing at the kitchen doorway, wearing an apron and holding a basin of vegetables.

Son Gohan spoke first.

"Mom, Earth is in danger. Evil enemies are coming, and I have to go fight."

Without waiting for Chi-Chi to react, he dropped his center of gravity.

BOOM!

A white aura exploded around him, enveloping his entire body as a gale of wind rushed out from the house.

Chi-Chi nearly dropped her basin, and before she could stop Gohan, she blinked to find only a streak of white light shooting into the sky, vanishing above the forests of Mount Paozu in the blink of an eye.

"Gohan—!!!"

Chi-Chi's roar echoed behind him, but Son Gohan was already far away.

The wind whistled in his ears, and the trees and rivers on the ground blurred beneath his feet.

The flight he had dreamed of in his past life was now a reality; he had to admit, it felt pretty good!

Moreover, it was easier and more natural than he had expected.

Normally, a seven-year-old child like Son Gohan would have consumed quite a bit of aura after flying for this long. Yet, his own ki remained terrifyingly stable.

The Dimensional Seed's precise control over ki was even more useful than he had imagined—it was terrifying to think how powerful it would be in the later stages.

Every bit of energy output was perfectly balanced.

As Son Gohan flew, that evil presence drew closer and closer to descending upon Earth.

In the distance, on the horizon.

A dark, looming mass was piercing through the clouds.

The spaceship carrying Frieza and his father was "within reach."

Son Gohan took a deep breath, his white aura flared violently in a ring, and his speed increased once more.

He transformed into a streak of light, racing toward that patch of sky.