Chapter 1: Path of the Hundred Palms
Death was… sudden.
I didn't expect to die sitting in traffic. One blink I was cursing at a red light—next, I was floating in a void deeper than night, stripped of body, time, and reason. I couldn't scream. Couldn't cry. Couldn't even think—until something else began thinking for me.
You have died with unrealized potential.
Your soul has qualified for the Path of Power.
Do you accept reincarnation with inheritance protocols?
Reincarnation?
The question carved itself into my being, pulsing like a heartbeat. I didn't answer with words—I didn't have a voice—but something deep within screamed:
Yes.
Confirmed.
New vessel: King Chappa – Timeline: Dragon Ball (21st Tenkaichi Budokai)
Combat Template: Isaac Netero – Initial Integration: 10%
Lifestyle Template: Yukihira Soma – Passive Installation Initiated
Companion: Neferpitou (HXH) – Bond Linked – Arrival pending aura stabilization
My essence cracked like thunder.
When I woke, I was kneeling in a small stone chamber, incense curling upward into an open skylight. I could feel the air drag through my nostrils, heavy with dust and summer heat.
I moved my hands—my new hands.
Strong. Wiry. Hardened by years of martial discipline.
I didn't recognize the body, but I knew whose it was.
King Chappa. A man most remembered in the Dragon Ball franchise for being effortlessly beaten by a twelve-year-old Goku. A one-note character with pride, posture, and absolutely no plot armor.
But now, he had me inside him—and with me came something far greater than the sum of his forgotten legacy.
Netero Template Integration: 10% Complete
Skill Access: Enhanced Mobility, High-Speed Palm Flow, Basic Nen Conditioning (Suppressed)
Core Trait Acquired: Battle Meditation
Warning: Nen System Unrecognized in Native World. Manual Awakening Required.
I inhaled deeply.
Even with just ten percent of Netero's full template, I felt electric. The way my bones sat in my flesh, the angles of my stances, the precision of each breath—it was all optimized for combat.
I knew how to fight.
But more importantly, I knew how to learn. That's what set Netero apart—his evolution. His discipline. His absolute, unwavering devotion to mastery. And now… it was mine.
I rose to my feet, every muscle humming like a taut bowstring. In this moment, I didn't care that I was in Dragon Ball. I didn't care that monsters, aliens, and gods were coming. I was just grateful.
Grateful for the fight.
A sharp knock at the door pulled me from meditation.
"King Chappa? They're calling you. Your match is about to begin."
I opened the door, greeted by a short, robed official with a clipboard. He looked up, eyes widening slightly.