Dragon Ball world.
Age 765.
Goku contracted the Heart Virus and died of the incurable illness.
Age 766.
Trunks was born.
In the same year, Dr. Gero, a remnant of the Red Ribbon Army, awakened the brutal Android 17 and Android 18.
The Z Fighters were forced to face the enemy.
Afterward, Yamcha, Tien Shinhan, Chiaotzu, Krillin, Vegeta, and Piccolo fell in battle one after another.
Son Gohan, a mere nine years old at the time, escaped disaster because he was out gathering the Dragon Balls.
Twelve years of time slipped quietly away.
One day in Age 778.
On this day, the sky was as black as spilled ink.
Thick smoke billowed everywhere.
Shattered earth, collapsed buildings, and a breeze carrying a putrid stench.
Overlooking the Earth from high above, thousands of adjectives condensed into the single word: despair.
This was the forgotten future world of Dragon Ball.
Inside the ruins of a city destroyed by the androids.
A gust of wild wind swept past, blowing half a yellowed piece of paper from the ground high into the air, drifting far into the distance.
In this cluttered ruin, there was an inconspicuous little mound of dirt.
Without any accident, this little mound of dirt very likely buried something unknown.
Several flowers of different colors were stuck into the mound, swaying in the wind.
Directly in front of the mound, some food and fruit were neatly arranged, along with a bottle of water.
Clearly, someone had intentionally placed them there.
The soil was fresh, the flowers had not yet withered, and the food was still very fresh.
This was probably a new grave.
Only, it was unknown who exactly was buried inside.
Clack~
Right at that moment, a slight sound rang out.
The little mound trembled, and the sand and soil on top were pushed in all directions, rolling downward.
Then, a pale hand suddenly broke out from the soil.
A one-armed youth crawled out from the grave mound just like that.
His face was pale, his body covered in injuries, and he was extremely weak.
Just crawling out of the earth pit had consumed all of his strength.
He lay prone on the ground for a while to rest, finally regaining a trace of strength, and then struggled to sit up.
After sitting up properly, he spat "Ptui, ptui!" to clear the dirt from his mouth, and then used his sole remaining right hand to pinch his nose and blow the muddy sludge from his nasal cavity.
After finishing these things, the one-armed youth panted heavily and blankly surveyed his surrounding environment.
"Where is this?"
The moment this question arose in the youth's mind, his head felt as though an iron needle had fiercely stabbed inside, churning and piercing with pain.
Ugh~
His right hand grabbed hard at his head, tearing out quite a bit of hair.
Finding the intense pain hard to bear, he buried his head between his legs and let out a muffled roar like a beast.
Accompanied by the intense piercing pain, a wave of unfamiliar memories surged into his mind.
A few seconds later, the youth panted heavily, wiped the bead-sized sweat from his forehead, and found his entire body practically soaked in cold sweat.
He had transmigrated and been reborn.
This was the Dragon Ball world, and he was Son Gohan.
However, he was not that Son Gohan who could transform into Super Saiyan 2 and brutally beat Cell at the age of nine.
Instead, he was the one-armed Son Gohan from another timeline.
As he was now, his left arm was cleanly severed from the shoulder.
At the location of his left eye on his face, there was also a very striking scar; had the scar been any deeper, he surely would have been blinded.
And all of this was thanks to the androids.
The scar on his face was left from a fight with the androids a few years ago.
His left arm was ripped off by Android 18 a year ago while he was trying to save Trunks.
Even his current severe injuries were likewise caused by Android 18.
He shared an irreconcilable blood feud with that woman.
This Android 18 not only killed his family and his friends, but even "himself" had been killed by her.
The number of humans slaughtered within a single year by these two fiends who took pleasure in murder and destruction was simply countless.
Had he not transmigrated and extended a thread of vitality to Son Gohan's soul, Son Gohan would have undoubtedly died in this catastrophe.
The two distinct souls instantly fused into one, indistinguishable from each other, and grew several times stronger in a split second.
His heavily injured and dying body also recovered a bit of strength because of it.
"Ptoo!"
Son Gohan spat out another mouthful of thick, dirt-stained phlegm, then grabbed the bottle of water in front of the grave.
He clamped the bottle between his legs and forcefully unscrewed the cap.
Son Gohan tilted his head back and chugged a few large mouthfuls, drinking the entire bottle of water dry.
Next, he swept away all the food in one go.
It was all used for his memorial anyway, and not eating it would be a waste.
In the apocalypse, every single grain of food was precious.
What was more, his current body needed a massive amount of energy to heal his injuries.
This tiny bit of food was a mere drop in the bucket and completely inadequate.
Son Gohan sat cross-legged and rested for a long time, but never waited for that "Ding!" sound.
Sigh, it seems there is no standard system for transmigrators.
He sighed helplessly, then slowly stood up.
Following his movement, that battered and broken body immediately lodged a protest, sending over a tearing pain.
"Hiss, this hurts way too much!" Son Gohan bared his teeth and grimaced as sweat rolled down his forehead.
This heavily injured body had bones broken in multiple places and extensive internal bleeding.
Fortunately, his endurance was astonishing; though his whole body ached intensely, it was not entirely unbearable.
The urgent task at hand was to find a safe place to hide and recover from his injuries.
Otherwise, kicking the bucket right after being reborn would simply be a disgrace to transmigrators.
Though the ki in his body was pitifully small, he could still barely manage to fly.
Determining the direction, Son Gohan mobilized his ki, and his body floated into the air, slowly flying toward Bulma's place.
As far as his current situation was concerned, going to Capsule Corporation was the best choice.
Based on what Son Gohan knew, Capsule Corporation was attacked by the androids once a few years ago, destroying much of its equipment and research achievements and stripping it of its former glory.
However, Capsule Corporation's core soul, Bulma, was still alive.
As long as Bulma was still around, Capsule Corporation would continue to exist.
Ever since that attack, Bulma had relocated Capsule Corporation to a remote, unassuming spot in West City.
And Son Gohan remembered very clearly that ever since that attack a few years ago, the androids never visited Capsule Corporation again until they were destroyed.
Therefore, Capsule Corporation was a safe place for the time being.
At the very least, it was safe for the next few years.
More crucially, Son Gohan wanted to let Bulma and Trunks know the news that he was still alive at the very first moment.
Trunks, who had buried him with his own hands yesterday, must be very sad right now.
Half an hour later.
Son Gohan finally arrived at Capsule Corporation.
It was only a journey of a little over one hundred kilometers, but this time Son Gohan took so long.
One could see just how weak he was at the moment.
If it were when he was healthy, it would have taken only a few breaths to reach it.
After landing, Son Gohan's legs went weak for a moment, his vision darkened, the world spun, and he almost tumbled to the ground.
He forced himself to perk up, walked unsteadily to that familiar gate, and then feebly gave it a few knocks.
"Who's there?" A crisp, sharp cry rang out instantly from inside the house.
It was Trunks.
"Trunks, it's me~" Son Gohan felt as though his eyelids weighed a million tons, and he could barely keep them open.
A rush of hasty footsteps sounded from within, and then the door was pulled open from the inside.
A twelve-year-old boy with purple hair rushed out in a flash.
He looked at Son Gohan, his lips trembling unceasingly as tears already blurred his vision.
Son Gohan placed a hand atop his head, then said, "Trunks, how do I usually teach you? You didn't even know when someone was approaching..."
Having finished, Son Gohan could no longer resist that wave of intense sleepiness; his head tilted, and he fell forward.
Trunks had quick eyes and nimble hands, catching Son Gohan's body in a single grab.
"I know, Big Brother Gohan."
"Sob, sob~"
At that, Trunks could no longer hold it together, bursting into a loud cry with his face covered in tears and snot.
Even though Son Gohan was covered in mud at the moment, Trunks was still afraid his own snot and tears would get on Son Gohan's body, so he kept wiping with his sleeve, eventually smearing his entire face.
Bulma heard the commotion and ran out after them.
Upon seeing Son Gohan, her eyes also welled up with tears, but she was an adult after all, and she forced herself back from crying out loud.
She took a deep sniff, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then patted Trunks on the shoulder, saying, "Stop crying, hurry and carry Gohan to the bed to rest. His injuries are far too severe right now."
"Yes, Mom." Trunks glanced back at Bulma, stopped his crying, and then carried Son Gohan into the house.
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