Dragon Ball World

Mount Paozu!

In an open meadow where a gentle breeze blew, a handsome man of around twenty years old opened his arms, floating in mid-air. A wave of white energy condensed around his body, and his black hair stood on end with the auras of energy.

Suddenly, the man's eyes snapped open. His cold, piercing gaze was as biting as frost and completely devoid of emotion. A transparent, intangible wave released from the pineal gland between his eyebrows.

The wind stopped in that instant. The man slowly descended to the ground, looked at his hands, and sighed with a trace of disappointment, thoroughly dissatisfied with his current self.

His name was Son Wuling, and this world was the Dragon Ball world. That's right, he had transmigrated! Moreover, he had become the younger brother of Son Goku, the male protagonist of the Dragon Balls.

However, although he had become Son Goku's brother, he was by no means a Saiyan; he was an Earthling! He had his own pride, and he always kept up the pace of Son Goku without a single pause, advancing side by side with him every single time.

Ever since Bulma came to Mount Paozu, they had set off on adventures together to search for the Dragon Balls, studied under Master Roshi together, participated in the World Martial Arts Tournament, smashed the Red Ribbon Army, attended another World Martial Arts Tournament, defeated Tien Shinhan, and finally managed to defeat Son Goku to become the champion of that tournament. After that, they defeated Demon King Piccolo, ascended to the Realm of the Supreme Kai to train, and ultimately defeated the newborn Piccolo once more at the martial arts tournament.

It wasn't that Son Wuling hadn't tried to change any important plots or the like, but sorry, he didn't have those system-like cheats. Being able to keep pace with Son Goku the whole time was already his limit.

However, it wasn't as if nothing had changed. Take the Senzu Beans, for instance; by trading them for plenty of fish one after another, he had managed to secure a jar and a half of Senzu Beans by the present day, until the supply at Korin's place was completely and temporarily sold out by him.

There was no need to say much about Senzu Beans. Anyone who had watched the Dragon Balls knew how useful Senzu Beans were. Although he didn't remember some of the scattered plot details, Son Wuling certainly hadn't forgotten the important events and storylines.

Also because of his intervention, his encounter trajectory with Yajirobe had changed. Right now, Yajirobe was completely unknown and had become a total stranger.

"Still not enough!"

Son Wuling looked at his hands. Gohan was already four years old now. Although his current strength could match Son Goku's, he knew just how insane this world would become later on, and what kind of power Son Goku would possess in the future.

Lying on the grassy field, Son Wuling gazed at the azure sky and began to ponder what he should do about his future path.

In his past life, he was also an anime enthusiast—Mai Sakurajima, Megumi Kato, Kanan, Shinobu... Compared to those painful and disgusting television dramas that felt like swallowing flies, the Dragon Balls had opened the door to the world of anime for him, making him understand what animation truly was, and what a real preschool educational cartoon looked like!

He still remembered the excitement and emotion he felt when he saw Son Goku transform into a Super Saiyan for the very first time. As for harems and things like that? Son Wuling mused that before he read those fanfiction stories, he had never even thought about it like that, and it was only from fanfics that he developed such ideas.

He had no lingering attachments to his past life. His parents had lived out a peaceful life, while he had been brought to this world by a flash of thunderous lightning on that ill-fated day. Reborn as a fragile, tender infant, he was picked up back then by Grandpa Son Gohan. Now, he was called Son Wuling, an Earthling pursuing the martial arts.

"Uncle Wuling, it's time to eat!"

A childish voice rang out from beside him. Son Wuling popped up with a kip-up. There stood a little boy only as tall as his knees, who still possessed a monkey-like tail, clear and lively eyes, and wore a hat embedded with a Four-Star Dragon Ball.

"Gohan..."

Son Gohan was the son of Son Goku and Chi-Chi, a name given by Son Goku to commemorate his grandfather. And right now, only Son Wuling knew what kind of potential Son Gohan truly possessed.

Son Wuling scooped Son Gohan into his arms and used Flight to soar high into the sky. Far from feeling a shred of fear, Son Gohan excitedly raised his tiny hands.

"Wah-ah..."

Watching Son Wuling's excited expression, Son Gohan made him suspect that if he didn't hold on, Gohan might just jump off by himself.

"Gohan, do you want to learn martial arts with us? Then you'll be able to fly around just like me and Goku!"

Son Wuling tried to entice Son Gohan into learning martial arts, but he had never succeeded. Becoming a scholar wasn't just because of Chi-Chi; it was even more of Son Gohan's own dream.

Not now, but when he grew a bit older, Son Wuling would try to guide him. Philosophy and martial arts didn't conflict at all; Bruce Lee was a prime example, incorporating philosophy into Jeet Kune Do.

"Uncle Wuling, I want to be a great scholar in the future."

Gohan's childish voice was filled with determination.

Son Wuling didn't resort to any forced guidance or the like. Having grown up as someone who had been through it all, he understood too well the feeling of having one's passions and ideals trampled upon by parents and the people most important to them.

Interest was the best teacher. Son Wuling smiled, adjusted Gohan's crooked hat, and laughed, "Then Gohan needs to do your best. Neither martial arts nor becoming a scholar is easy."

"Yeah, got it, Uncle Wuling!"

Before he knew it, they had arrived. In Son Wuling's field of vision stood two three-story apartment buildings, their architectural style featuring a classical European design.

Even so, Son Wuling and Son Goku hadn't torn down the old house; it was a keepsake to preserve the memories of their past times.

As for how they got electricity, with Bulma around, plus the fact that the technological tree of this world was quite advanced, such a problem was naturally easy to solve. After all, around Mount Paozu, wild beasts and dinosaurs were everywhere, and ordinary humans probably wouldn't even be able to come here.

Landing smoothly on the ground, he set Son Gohan down and entered the house. He saw a man in his twenties sitting on the sofa, with puffed-up hair, wearing an orange martial arts uniform with the kanji for "turtle" printed on the chest and back.

"Ah, Wuling is finally back. I'm starving to death."

This man was none other than Son Goku. Unlike him, Son Wuling wore a purple martial arts uniform that looked very much like Piccolo's, without any kanji printed on it like Son Goku's.

Son Wuling liked purple and blue, and coupled with the fact that Master Roshi didn't care about such minor details, Son Wuling hadn't ended up wearing a yellowish-orange martial arts uniform like Son Goku.

"You didn't have to wait for me!"

Son Wuling washed his hands and started eating. Son Goku maintained his standard, huge-appetite eating habits, and Son Gohan possessed an equally large appetite.

As for Chi-Chi, Son Wuling was long since used to it. As for the source of their money—treasures found in the world or sunken at the bottom of the sea—Son Wuling never worried about such things.

In a stretch of farmland, a farmer wearing glasses was busy working in the fields. A fiery red streak of light tore across the entire sky, dyeing the heavens crimson.

Boom!

As that fiery red object plummeted, the ground erupted in a violent tremor. Nearby birds and beasts scattered in panic, while the farmer's straw hat dropped straight to the ground like a startled rabbit.

"Wh-what is that? Is it a meteorite, a UFO?"

The tremor vanished. Thick black smoke billowed from the spot where the fiery red light body had crashed. Beyond mere curiosity, he was more worried that the glowing object would set the entire grassland on fire, which would spell a disaster.

Despite his fear, the farmer still hurried over in his vehicle.

Noticing a huge crater, the farmer drew his hunting rifle and cautiously walked over. Inside the crater lay a circular, ball-shaped object complete with a red glass window.

Puff...

The side of the spherical object with the red glass slowly opened. The farmer nearly failed to hold onto the hunting rifle in his hand, his heart leaping anxiously into his throat.