I've transmigrated.
And not just anywhere — I've crossed over into the Dragon Ball world I've always dreamed of!
…
"Vegeta, aren't we going to save Gran?"
"Hmph! He's a high-class Saiyan, yet he got ambushed by some primitive native and even had his tail cut off. Trash like that isn't worth saving."
"But"
"If you say another word, you can stay behind with him."
Moments later, seven or eight small spacecraft shot into the sky, trailing flames, and soon vanished into the void of space.
On the scorched ground below lay a boy — about six years old, round-faced, short, with the sturdy build of a cub.
But now his body was covered in wounds. His tail had been severed, blood matted across his back.
"Ugh!"
Gran suddenly jolted awake, his head throbbing as a flood of foreign memories rushed into his mind.
The splitting pain in his brain made him groan, and the next second, he fainted again.
Just before losing consciousness completely, one thought flashed through his mind:
I've transmigrated!!
Day turned to night, night to day.
During that time, the soul of Gran's previous life slowly devoured that of this body's original owner — and something strange began happening within his very being.
He didn't know it yet.
Three days later, he finally woke up again.
"Ha… hahaha!"
"I really did transmigrate!!"
Gran lay sprawled on the ground, grinning wildly as his memories settled into place.
Dragon Ball was his favorite anime — and now he'd woken up inside it!
He didn't seem to have any "system" or "golden finger"… but he was a Saiyan now!
A Saiyan's bloodline itself was the greatest golden finger imaginable.
If he transformed into Super Saiyan, his power would multiply fiftyfold.
Super Saiyan Two — a hundredfold.
Then what about Super Saiyan Five… Six… or even Ten?
The anime only went as far as Super Saiyan Four — but who said that was the limit?
Limits exist to be broken! Gran refused to believe Super Saiyan Four was the end.
Not to mention… there was also the path to godhood.
If he could master both Super Saiyan transformations and divine power
Then maybe one day, punching the God of Destruction and kicking the Grand Zeno wouldn't just be a dream!
As Gran imagined his glorious future, he completely forgot one crucial thing.
"AAAHH!!"
The agony from his wounds yanked him back to reality.
It was Age 737 — not long after Planet Vegeta's destruction. The Vegeta Squad had been retained by Frieza for missions across the stars.
Gran was one of them.
But three days ago, during a mission, he was ambushed by this planet's natives and had his tail severed.
As a member of Vegeta's elite squad, he was naturally a high-class Saiyan
and for a high-class Saiyan to be defeated by a native? That was an unforgivable disgrace.
To Vegeta, that was a stain on the pride of the Saiyan race itself.
So, without hesitation, Vegeta destroyed Gran's ship and left him to die on this barren planet.
"Damn… it hurts so bad!"
"Vegeta really is a devil in the early saga…"
Gran's face went pale with pain. He wasn't surprised — early Vegeta was a monster.
Just like when Nappa was defeated by Goku — Nappa begged Vegeta to save him,
but Vegeta decided that a useless comrade was just dead weight… and killed him himself.
"Damn you, eternal number two! One day I'll beat you till you kneel and beg!"
Gran clenched his teeth, fury burning behind his eyes.
But rage couldn't fill his stomach.
He'd been unconscious for three days — not a drop of water, not a bite of food.
With his body broken and immobile, how could he possibly survive another hour?
Was he really going to die right after transmigrating?
Gran forced himself to think through the pain.
The natives of this planet were all wiped out — no one was left to save him.
His ship was destroyed — escape was impossible.
Dragon Balls? Senzu Beans?
Completely out of the question.
"Damn it… damn it all!"
His body refused to move — only his mouth could still function. Blood spilled from his lips as his vision blurred.
Was there any way left to survive?
Wait.
Age 737. Planet Vegeta destroyed recently.
A spark of realization flashed through his mind.
He had it!
If anyone could save him right now — there was only one being.
"Wh… Whis…"
Gran called out weakly to the sky.
Yes — that was it!
Only the Angel of Universe 7 could save him now!
According to Dragon Ball Super, Beerus once ordered King Vegeta to find him the best pillow in the universe.
King Vegeta selfishly kept the best one for himself and gave Beerus the second-best.
That tiny act of arrogance infuriated Beerus — and it was part of why Planet Vegeta was destroyed.
Gran knew this timeline well — Beerus hated Saiyans back then.
But since Planet Vegeta had just been destroyed, Beerus should have gone back into his long slumber.
That meant Gran didn't have to worry about accidentally summoning the God of Destruction.
As for whether Whis would respond…
He should, right?
"Mr. Whis… I have the most delicious food in the entire universe! Would you like to try it?"
Gran's voice trembled, each word weaker than the last.
If there was one thing he knew about Whis, it was that the angel never turned down good food.
Please, Whis… you've got to come…