Battle Power of Only Five

As the hatch of the spherical object opened, a tall figure stepped out. Under the farmer's disbelieving gaze, he slowly floated into the air.

"Ah..."

Startled, the farmer instinctively staggered back several steps, his hunting rifle trembling as he aimed it at the tall figure before him.

Though the weather was quiet and bright, the farmer felt as though he had fallen into an icy hell. The sight of that tall figure floating made his scalp prickle, as if everything he had believed in all his life had been shattered.

The tall figure wore black battle armor, with brown striped accents that lent it a certain aesthetic. He wore special guards around his wrists and ankles, and something resembling a rope was wrapped around his waist.

His hair was long, nearly reaching his heels, and his face looked very much like Son Goku's. A peculiar device was attached to his left ear, its dark green transparent lens covering his left eye.

The tall man before him was named Raditz, a Saiyan and Son Goku's older brother. Son Wuling had already sensed his arrival when he learned of Master Roshi's invitation to the gathering.

"Y-you... Who are you?" The farmer aimed his rifle at Raditz and shouted nervously. His voice shook with agitation, and his trembling body revealed just how unsettled he was.

Raditz tapped the button on the device over his ear with his left hand. A dark green lens appeared over his eye, displaying a string of numbers and strange image symbols.

"Hmph, trash with a battle power of only five!"

Seeing the result displayed on the Scouter, Raditz sneered and slowly walked toward the farmer.

"D-don't come any closer! I-I'll shoot!"

Watching Raditz continue toward him, the farmer could no longer contain his fear. He pulled the trigger, and the hunting rifle fired.

Raditz's expression did not change. His left hand swiftly clenched, then his palm snapped open. As if mocking the farmer, the bullet flew back at him while he stood on the verge of collapse.

Pfft!

The hunting rifle was instantly shattered. The farmer's chest was pierced straight through, and the bullet even left a mark on the vehicle.

Looking at the now lifeless farmer, Raditz's disdain only deepened. "Hmph, what a weak race!"

Suddenly, the Scouter reacted violently. Raditz looked in the direction it indicated.

"There's a life-form with powerful energy ahead. Is it Kakarot?"

Raditz leaped into the sky and flew in the direction indicated by the Scouter.

Meanwhile, Son Wuling, Son Goku, and Son Gohan were flying toward Master Roshi's home in the middle of the sea. Son Goku held Son Gohan as they rode the Nimbus, while Son Wuling flew alongside them using Flight, his surging ki drawing a long white trail through the air.

They had arrived at Kame House!

Son Wuling landed steadily on the ground, while Son Goku climbed down from the Nimbus with Son Gohan in his arms.

"Master Roshi!"

Son Goku's shout brought everyone in Kame House outside.

There was Krillin, a bald boy dressed in the same outfit as Son Goku; and Master Roshi, the bald, white-bearded old man wearing sunglasses.

There was also a woman with short blue hair, dressed in a white coat. The delicate-looking girl was named Bulma. Bulma was the first to run out, and when she saw Son Goku and Son Wuling, she cried out in delight.

"Goku, Wuling!"

There was an indescribable emotion in the way Bulma called out Goku's name. Son Wuling glanced sideways at Son Goku. Honestly, when he first arrived in this world, he had truly thought Son Goku would end up with Bulma.

"Goku, Wuling!"

Krillin also jogged out, calling out excitedly.

"Long time no see." A faint smile appeared on Son Wuling's handsome face.

Bulma looked curiously at Son Gohan in Son Goku's arms and asked, "Goku, who's this child?"

Krillin immediately added, "Did you start working part-time as a babysitter?"

Son Goku smiled and set Son Gohan down. "He's my son."

Huh!

Son Goku's words left Krillin, Bulma, and Master Roshi so shocked their jaws nearly dropped. Based on their impression of him, Son Goku was so innocent and ignorant of the world—yet he actually had a child.

At Son Goku's prompting, Son Gohan bent slightly at the waist and greeted them in a childish voice, "Hello, everyone!"

"Hello! (^_^)/"

Krillin, Bulma, and Master Roshi also bent down as they replied.

Son Goku said, "His name is Son Gohan!"

Son Gohan began playing with Master Roshi's old Turtle.

"Is that so? You gave him the name of your late grandfather." Master Roshi's words made both Son Goku and Son Wuling feel a little sad. Son Wuling especially so—he had been too young and too weak at the time, and in the end, he had been unable to change that outcome.

Bulma crouched in front of Son Gohan and asked with a smile, "Gohan, how old are you this year?"

Son Gohan held up his fingers and said, "Four!"

Bulma crossed her arms over her chest, an inexplicable smile still in her voice. "I never expected Goku's son to be so polite."

Son Goku answered, "Chi-Chi taught him well!"

Upon hearing Chi-Chi's name, Bulma froze slightly and looked up at Son Goku. Their adventures together had shown her much when she was still a young girl in love, and had made her understand the desires in her heart even more clearly. But it was too late. Everything was too late.

"Gohan, what do you want to be when you grow up?"

Son Gohan answered, "I want to become a great scholar."

"Huh... a scholar?" Bulma was slightly surprised. He did not want to become a martial artist like Son Goku or Son Wuling.

At that moment, Raditz followed the direction indicated by the Scouter. On a hill stood a green-skinned life-form wearing a white cape and a purple martial arts uniform, with slightly pointed ears.

This green life-form was named Piccolo!

"Hmm!"

Suddenly, Piccolo sensed Raditz's ki. A bead of cold sweat trickled down his face. "Th-this power... Could it be Son Goku, or Son Wuling?"

With a sound like the air being torn apart, Raditz landed steadily before Piccolo. His long hair drifted in the wind. Upon seeing Piccolo, he looked somewhat disappointed. "Tch, not Kakarot!"

Piccolo demanded, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Raditz's expression remained unchanged as the Scouter scanned Piccolo's battle power. "You're not my target. Hmm, battle power 822. That's not bad, but you're still no match for me!"

"What did you say? Do you have any idea who you're talking to?" Piccolo gritted his teeth and demanded angrily.

Raditz answered disdainfully, "No."

"Yah!"

Piccolo spread his palm, instantly firing a ki blast that struck Raditz.

Boom!

Seeing that his sneak attack had succeeded, Piccolo smiled. Yet slowly, that smile faded away.

As the dust cleared, Raditz floated steadily in midair. "What a boring move. All it can do is kick up some dust! Now it's my turn."

Raditz opened his palm. Every nerve in Piccolo's body tensed. Raditz's power far surpassed his own, and he had never experienced such helplessness before.

"Hmm!"

Suddenly, the Scouter detected two fluctuations of battle power, causing Raditz to stop just as he was about to attack. Following the Scouter's indication, he said, "There are two extremely powerful battle power fluctuations. If one of them is Kakarot, then who's the other? They might be the strongest people on this planet!"

Whoosh!

Raditz flew in the direction indicated by the Scouter. Piccolo, as though relieved of a heavy burden, braced himself on all fours and gasped for breath. The pressure Raditz had brought him was immense.

"N-no way... Who exactly was that? Besides Son Goku and Son Wuling, there's actually someone stronger than me."