Hold It Properly

"Bang!"

A shocking explosion rang out. Gohan, who had been crying and fussing in the space pod, suddenly went blank and stopped his wailing.

His small body twitched once, then went still. His unfocused pupils took a long moment to slowly gather.

Too noisy, was that thunder? Gohan muttered subconsciously.

When he looked around closely, his face was instantly flooded with shock. Outside, three people were locked in a fierce battle in mid-air.

One of them was entirely green, though his entire left arm had been severed.

"Son Goku, Piccolo, and Raditz!"

Gohan shouted in surprise. He knew these three far too well. How could characters from Dragon Ball appear right before his eyes?

I... I transmigrated?

But my head doesn't hurt, and I don't feel any pain in my body.

He hurriedly turned his body over and over to inspect it. It seemed he had become a small child. Using the reflection in the space pod's window, a familiar face emerged.

On top of this little boy's head sat a hat, and prominently embedded on it was a four-star ball.

I've transmigrated into Son Gohan!?

This is truly the best choice possible!

Sigh, there's only one bad thing about becoming a kid. Gohan looked down and checked; his little brother had absolutely no reaction and he could barely feel its existence.

Forget it, let's handle the trouble at hand first.

After the initial excitement, Gohan calmed down. Seeing the three people battling outside, he already understood his current situation.

Vegeta and the others had discovered a planet that could fetch a good price, so they teamed up to attack it, only to nearly get bogged down in a bitter struggle.

At that time, Raditz remembered he still had a younger brother sent to Earth. He wanted to use the power Son Goku gained after turning into a Great Ape to help conquer that planet.

Son Goku refused, so Raditz kidnapped Gohan. Finding the child's constant crying annoying, he locked him inside his own space pod.

Not long after, Son Goku arrived with Piccolo to rescue him, leading to this great battle.

The situation is a bit dire. If they keep fighting, Piccolo's Special Beam Cannon is going to end up killing both of them, Gohan thought to himself.

Although Son Goku can be revived with the Dragon Balls after he dies, I might as well save him if I can.

He waited for a while longer, but there was no system panel, no golden finger, and no "ding" of a sign-in sound in his mind.

No golden finger? Then I'll just have to rely on myself.

Gohan wasn't discouraged. This Saiyan body was the greatest golden finger of all. As long as he used it well, he wouldn't even fear a feast hosted by Zeno.

Raditz's current combat power is only 1500, and my 4-year-old body has a combat power of 1307 when enraged.

Plus Son Goku and Piccolo—three against one—the advantage is mine. Let's do this!

Gohan looked outside the pod at his two "dads" who were being relentlessly beaten. He threw a punch, slamming it hard against the hatch, but the door didn't budge.

Ugh, I forgot. When I'm not angry, my combat power is only 1. Gohan scratched his head in embarrassment.

How could he make himself angry?

The original Gohan went berserk after seeing Son Goku get hurt, but he couldn't use that method right now!

After all, he hadn't yet accepted Son Goku as his father.

Got it. Let's think about how I transmigrated.

The more Gohan thought about it, the angrier he became. In his past life, he had merely been crossing the national highway when a passing heavy truck used him as a speed bump.

The most infuriating part was that the driver didn't even brake to check; he just drove straight away.

Hitting someone was bad enough, but daring to commit a hit-and-run?

"Go to hell, Kakarot!" Raditz roared.

He stepped on Son Goku with one foot and raised his right hand high, appearing ready to end Son Goku's life.

Suddenly, the readings on the scouter over his left eye began to fluctuate wildly. A powerful aura erupted from within the space pod.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, the interior of the space pod erupted with blinding golden light. It then exploded, sending countless metal shards flying through the air as a small figure appeared in mid-air.

"Impossible!" Raditz was dumbstruck.

"Son Goku's... son?" Piccolo also wore an expression of disbelief.

"Gohan, run!" Son Goku, lying on the ground with severe injuries, shouted.

Gohan's eyes were crimson, his small face filled with rage, and the aura surging around him swept in all directions.

"Combat power... it's actually reached... 2000!" As Raditz read the number, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

"The scouter must be broken!"

He ripped the scouter off, smashed it hard against the ground, and raged, "Damn it, you people better give me something decent! How the hell are you shipping out defective products?"

Raditz refused to believe the data on the scouter. He felt the scientists of the Frieza Force had been cutting corners and made faulty equipment.

Why did you have to use me as a speed bump?

Gohan viewed Raditz as that truck driver. He could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. His figure suddenly blurred into a swift afterimage, and he rushed forward, fists swinging.

"Bang!"

Raditz had no time to react. He was struck as if by a heavy hammer, the overwhelming impact exploding against his chest and shattering his Saiyan battle armor on the spot.

He flew backward, slamming heavily into a massive boulder, causing the entire rock to crack and crumble.

A section of Raditz's chest was caved in, bloody and mangled. Fresh blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, his body trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes were filled with horror.

Son Goku and Piccolo were also left stunned. The damage this single punch dealt to Raditz was heavier than the damage they had both dealt combined.

Not dead yet?

Gohan looked at Raditz's miserable state and was dissatisfied with his own performance. He walked over, preparing to deliver another blow.

His combat power in that instant had reached 2000. This was likely because he had transmigrated and merged his soul with Gohan's, giving this body even greater potential.

Being a Saiyan is great. You get stronger when you're angry. I used to get angry often, but it only ever made me sick and gave me thyroid nodules, Gohan thought to himself.

"Please, don't kill me, I know I was wrong!"

"I'll keep my promise. I won't ever come to this planet again. I'm your own uncle, for heaven's sake!"

Raditz was severely injured and couldn't even stand. Having lost the will to fight, he began to beg incessantly.

"Gohan..." Son Goku's heart softened, and he wanted to plead for him.

"Fine, I won't strike."

Gohan realized he was still just a child and shouldn't appear so bloodthirsty. He gave Piccolo a look and silently backed away.

"Thank you, thank you, I'm leaving now." Raditz dragged his battered body and began to crawl away slowly.

"Hmph, trying to escape?"

Piccolo stood tall, looming over Raditz and blocking his path.

In these early days, Piccolo was full of malevolence. Since Raditz had blown off his entire arm, he naturally wouldn't let him leave just like that.

"You can't kill me! Vegeta will avenge me!" Raditz screamed in despair.