"Are you freaking kidding me, you damn sky goblin?!"
Bravoc stood outside a modest house, finger jabbing furiously at the sky. His voice dripped with outrage as a massive, glowing orb of energy descended from above.
His face was red. His tail lashed behind him like an angry whip.
Around him, fellow monkey-tailed warriors stared up in horror—some slack-jawed, others on the verge of tears.
Yup.
He'd transmigrated again.
This time? Into a Saiyan.
A low-class warrior with a battle power of just 1,000. But Bravoc had a plan.
Step One: Escape Planet Vegeta.Step Two: Get to Earth and master ki.Step Three: Become a budget Super Saiyan—or if that failed, take over a random planet and play tyrant.
After all, even Demon King Piccolo wreaked havoc on Earth with just a few hundred in power.
But just as he was about to put the plan into motion—
BOOM!
An energy blast whizzed past his ear.
"Ugh, what's with the noise?! Go check it out!"
That came from the Saiyan woman he'd been sharing a bed with—Selota. Loud, tough, and not exactly gentle.
A moment later, she kicked him—hard—right out of bed.
Still dazed, Bravoc stumbled to the door.
He opened it…
…and immediately saw that smug little gremlin in a hover-chair—Frieza—tossing a planet-destroying death ball right at him.
"W-Wait—!"
Darkness.
When Bravoc woke up again, he was lying on cool grass beneath unfamiliar stars.
His body felt lighter—too light.
"…Gravity's off. Definitely not Vegeta."
He sat up, taking in the quiet, forested surroundings.
"Did I… transmigrate again?"
Yup. New sky. New world.
He sighed.
"Damn. I was finally getting somewhere with Selota…"
She was a high-rank Saiyan—battle power 5,000. After weeks of strategic tail-flirting and subtle manipulation, she was this close to sneaking him a space pod.
But nope.
Frieza had to go full Death Ball.
Bravoc groaned.
"Well… at least I escaped. Just maybe a bit further than I planned."
He looked around, thoughtful.
"So where am I now? Alternate timeline? Another anime universe? Did I just Bardock my way through time-space?"
He clenched his fists.
In Dragon Ball terms, a power level of 1,000 was nothing. You couldn't even be a named character.
"At best, I was just a slightly shinier small fry."
Then—he saw it.
A floating black dot.
Text.
He squinted.
Would you like to start the game?
"Huh? A game?"
He blinked, suspicious.
"Wait, did that bald freak nuke me into Bulma's Dating Sim? Or is this Master Roshi's—okay, nope, not finishing that thought."
Then he laughed.
"No… this has to be my cheat system finally kicking in. Took its sweet time."
He raised both hands triumphantly.
"Fine! If this is my cheat—yes! Let's do it!"
[Game Start!]
Caw—caw—caw!
Bravoc waited.
…
Still waiting.
…
Nothing.
"Hello??"
No tutorial. No skill menu. Not even a beginner's gift pack.
Finally, a simple interface appeared:
Host: BravocWorld Hops: 2Current World: Unknown — Awaiting DiscoveryRemaining Hops: 0
"So… Dragon Ball was world one. This is two."
He sighed.
Cheat system? More like budget beta access. No powers, no buffs, no idea how to earn more hops.
Caw!
A bird cried overhead.
Bravoc glanced up—and smiled.
A bird. Flying low.
And after all that chaos?
He was starving.
"Alright. I'll deal with the 'game' later. Right now—breakfast."
He crouched, ready to leap.
"Sorry, feathered friend, but I'm hungry."
Swoosh!
In a blink, Bravoc reappeared mid-air, cutting off the bird's escape.
"Huh… why does this thing look familiar?"
He grabbed it by the neck and held it up.
The bird flailed, squawking in outrage.
But something was off.
It wore a tiny hat. And had a mailbag?
Inside was a thick stack of paper.
"You're a mail-bird?!"
He pulled out the bundle.
Caw! Caw! Caw! The bird flailed harder.
"Calm down, Post Malone. I'm just checking."
He flipped through the stack—bounty posters?
Eustass Kid — Captain of the Kid PiratesBounty: 315,000,000 Berries — Dead or Alive
Basil Hawkins — Captain of the Hawkins PiratesBounty: 249,000,000 Berries — Dead or Alive
Trafalgar Law — Captain of the Heart PiratesBounty: 200,000,000 Berries — Dead or Alive
Bravoc's eyes widened.
"Wait… wait a second… this is—!"
He flipped faster.
And then—he saw him.
The grin. The straw hat. The chaos in human form.
Monkey D. Luffy — Captain of the Straw Hat PiratesBounty: 300,000,000 Berries — Dead or Alive
"Holy crap! Hahahahahaha—it is this world! It really is!"
His laugh echoed through the trees.
Disbelief, awe, and pure joy twisted his face into a manic grin.
He was in the One Piece universe.
Not that he was a hardcore fan or anything. He loved the early arcs growing up, sure. But once the New World hit—especially Wano—things got… weird. Power scaling got wonky, life got busy, and he fell off the ride.
But this?
This was a gift.
In Dragon Ball, 1,000 power level made him a bug. Even hiding underground wouldn't save you from Zamasu's nukes or Beerus burps.
But in One Piece?
The power scale was chaotic—but manageable.
Admirals and Yonko could wreck islands, sure.
But in DBZ terms? Maybe King Piccolo tier.
"Didn't old-school Piccolo blow up a city back when he fought that dog-faced king? Yeah, sounds about right."
Conclusion: An Admiral ≈ 300 Power LevelBravoc = 1,000
"Oh man… I hit the jackpot. This is a god-tier start!"
He laughed again.
Bird still squawking in his grip, mailbag rustling, bounty posters fluttering in the wind.