In the following days, Raiga continued to explore his body's potential while contemplating ways to leave Planet Vegeta. After much thought, he concluded that the easiest way was to first restore his identity and then accept a mission that would take him far away from the planet.
Once he was off Planet Vegeta, he could simply cut off communication. Who would care about what happened there after that?
Whether the Saiyans lived or died had nothing to do with him.
At that point, he could roam the universe freely, get into fights for fun, take down a few alien warriors, and when tired, find a resource-rich planet to relax. Wouldn't that be the ultimate pleasure?
Oh, right! He could even go to Earth. There, he would be absolutely invincible. Maybe he could even mess around with some of the female leads from the original story, leading to all sorts of interesting events.
Raiga grinned, imagining his bright future…
Life on Earth seemed far more suited to him.
Wait a minute.
He suddenly snapped back to reality, realizing a critical issue. What if the story hadn't even begun yet? Or worse, what if he arrived on Earth only to find it still stuck in ancient times? What then?
That was a real possibility.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He suddenly realized he had been overlooking a major problem. Who guaranteed that his time travel was precisely aligned with the start of the story? What if he had arrived decades—or even centuries—too early? By the time the actual events unfolded, his remains would have long turned to dust.
His luck wouldn't be that bad… right?
"No way. Time travelers always arrive at the right moment for the story. That's like, a basic rule!"
He wiped his forehead awkwardly, but even he wasn't entirely convinced. After all, if something as absurd as transmigration could happen, who was to say there were any fixed rules?
He recalled a novel he once read. It was about a native protagonist who had a rough upbringing but stumbled upon a journal left behind by a time traveler from the past. That journal revealed secrets that changed his life. This showed that not all time travelers were protagonists—some merely existed to leave behind advantages for others.
Thinking about it that way made Raiga even more uneasy.
This situation… seemed unstable.
Damn it, what was he still doing here? He needed to get back to the settlement and confirm things immediately! If he delayed any longer, his status as the protagonist might not be secure!
A conflicted expression appeared on Raiga's youthful face. No matter what, he had to return. Frowning slightly, he organized his predecessor's memories in his mind, determined his location, and then, with his small body floating up, he soared toward the nearest Saiyan settlement.
While Saiyans lacked the ability to sense energy, they were naturally adept at using Ki blasts and flight.
Cold winds whipped against his face, making him shiver. He silently cursed the chill, wondering if he should slow down, but before he could decide, the energy within his body reacted instinctively. Warmth surged through him, forming a protective layer over his skin. Instantly, the freezing sensation disappeared.
That made sense. If he could fly, there was no reason he couldn't resist the cold.
Although most beings in the universe didn't understand Ki or sense it the way Earthlings did, their use of energy was far more advanced. As Raiga covered his body with energy, his hearing, sight, and other senses sharpened considerably. It seemed that energy could enhance perception as well.
Perhaps that was why aliens preferred using scouters rather than sensing energy directly.
Only Earth's primitive, low-energy environment had forced its martial artists to develop a technique for sensing Ki. Since their energy levels were pitifully low, they had to painstakingly cultivate every bit of Ki over decades, making wastefulness impossible. As a result, they formed an intricate and disciplined system.
Even Goku and Krillin, when they first learned how to use Ki blasts, were no different from other aliens. They only understood how to release energy but not its deeper principles. For Earthlings with barely over 100 power levels, Ki blasts were more of a status symbol among elite martial artists rather than a practical combat technique. The energy drain was too high, the charging time was long, and punches and kicks were simply more effective in battle. That's why most fighters relied on hand-to-hand combat.
Goku and Master Roshi were prime examples of this.
Only after training at the Lookout did Earthlings start unlocking the true potential of Ki.
Raiga didn't know all of this yet. He was simply following instinct and memory to use energy blasts.
But this habit needed to change. If he got too used to this method, it would become a barrier later when trying to master true Ki control. That would make learning much harder.
...
Night fell, dark and vast like a colossal hand covering the sky.
The Saiyan settlement was about a hundred kilometers away. At Raiga's speed, he could reach it in just over ten minutes.
Faint lights flickered ahead.
He had arrived at the settlement where he used to live. It wasn't large, nor were the living conditions great. It couldn't compare to the grand cities or the Saiyan capital. Originally, it had been established by small squads of Saiyans for mission-related convenience, but over time, it grew into a bustling marketplace.
Raiga slowed down and landed lightly on the ground.
The settlement was quiet at night. Rows of stone houses, carved out from the center, stood neatly in formation.
At the center of the settlement was a plaza where Saiyans temporarily docked their spaceships. Even at night, adult Saiyans patrolled the area. As much as Raiga envied those spaceships, his rational mind told him not to get too close.
"My house should be in the southeastern part of the settlement."
Following his memories, he avoided the streets and arrived at a small stone house.
It was the house his parents had left behind.
"Huh?"
He suddenly noticed that the lights inside were on.
His first thought? A break-in. But then he shook his head. Saiyans weren't that crude.
Wait—had those bureaucrats repossessed his house?!
Several thoughts flashed through his mind. Cursing under his breath, Raiga crept up to the house, pressed his head against the window, and peeked inside.
The window was open, allowing him to see clearly. The furniture was undisturbed, but a shadow moved inside.
Before he could investigate further, a voice called out.
"Who's there?"
It was a clear yet cold female voice. Beautiful, but chilling.
Raiga tensed up. His first instinct was to run. But just then, a breeze carried a faint fragrance to his nose. In the next instant, he felt himself lifted off the ground.
The person who grabbed him was a stunning young woman, around sixteen or seventeen years old. She was tall, well-proportioned, with an air of grace. Her sleek hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her fair skin was flawless. However, her expression was icy.
Raiga stared at her, wide-eyed.
"What are you doing in my house?" he demanded, struggling in her grasp.
"Your house?"
The girl studied him. "You're Raiga? Weren't you supposed to be dead?"
Raiga's dark eyes widened. "Of course, I'm not dead!"
The girl dropped him unceremoniously onto the ground. She scoffed. "Those fools at the medical center told me you had died."
"Who are you?" Raiga rubbed his sore backside, sensing she wasn't hostile.
After a pause, she replied coolly, "I'm Sephiria. Your sister, in a way."
"What?!"
Raiga's jaw dropped. He had no idea he had a sister.
Sephiria explained that her mother and Raiga's mother were sisters, making them cousins. She was fourteen years older than him and a rare elite-class Saiyan. She had been away on a mission for five years and had only recently returned. Though the mission had been successful, the losses had been severe.
"So, you really are my sister?"
"Yes."
"You're an elite-class warrior?"
"Yes."
"What's your power level?"
Sephiria glanced at him indifferently. "4,200."
Raiga nearly choked. Holding his chest, he felt an immense sense of defeat.
This girl was a monster.
"You okay?" Sephiria touched his forehead.
"I'm fine. Just… heartbroken."
Her hand was so cold.
Raiga took a deep breath and steadied himself. Then he looked up at her, eyes shining with admiration.
He was definitely sticking with this powerhouse of a sister.