"Tch… too cliché. Getting isekai'd because a half-trailer truck hit me?
I was just going home after work like a normal guy. How did this happen to me?"
Inside a dense, seemingly "primitive" forest, a boy—no more than eleven or twelve, with spiky black hair—sat hugging his legs. While poking at a small fire, he muttered to himself.
"Did my orphan-body trait finally activate? Damn it, it's not like I asked for this.
Come on, I literally just bought a premium membership on XX Website. I was waiting to get home and lift off in front of my computer.
Do you have any idea how important that is to a pilot who just pulled an all-nighter and is starving in every sense?!"
He let out a long sigh, then pushed himself off the ground.
He had read more than enough novels to understand that complaining was useless. First priority: figure out what world he had landed in, then figure out how to stay alive.
"Although… if nothing unexpected happens, it should be that world."
He twisted around to look at the tail behind him, swaying left and right—and instantly felt a crushing weight on his shoulders.
No mistake. I've turned into a Saiyan. Even if the body is still that of a kid, this monkey tail is 100% Saiyan!
"Noooo!! The Dragon Ball world is insanely dangerous! Universe tyrant Frieza, android Cell—those things are literal nightmares!"
He grabbed his head and fell to his knees in despair. Even though he had watched Dragon Ball many times, if possible, he would absolutely choose not to reincarnate into this world.
"No, I can't. This world is too dangerous. If I don't want to die, I have to train."
With a body now several times stronger than before transmigration, he flipped up from the ground in one smooth motion.
"Right, I'm a Saiyan. Even if I can't compare to Kakarot or Vegeta…
If I work hard enough, I should at least be able to become a Super Saiyan, right?"
Muttering comforting words to himself, he slowly walked to a giant tree—so thick that four adults would be needed to wrap around it—and awkwardly settled into a horse stance.
*Before I start training, I should first test my strength.
An eleven- or twelve-year-old Saiyan not on Planet Vegeta… am I some kind of exiled low-class warrior?*
He exhaled deeply, cleared his mind, stretched out his arms, elbows together, fingers curved like a flower bud, then slowly pulled them to his waist.
"Haaa… Ka~me~ha~me~~"
Reciting a line he only ever screamed during his chunibyo phase, the boy suddenly felt a real energy moving in his abdomen.
It's working! At my current state, maybe I really can fire a wave!
Confidence surged through him, and he thrust his hands forward without a moment of hesitation.
"HAA—!!"
"Pff~~"
A blast of hot air erupted from right below the base of his tail, carrying a stench so unbearable that he froze like stone.
That energy… was just a fart…?
"I f***ing—!!"
Unable to hold back, he punched the tree trunk with full force, shaking its branches violently and startling countless birds into the sky.
He collapsed onto the ground, shouting at the sky.
"HELP!! I can't stay in this world! I—want—to—go—home—!!"
...
Outside the forest, a bald old man with a small stature was reading the newest issue of Weekly Sorcerer. His face was red, and he let out occasional pervy giggles. Suddenly, his ears twitched, and he looked toward the forest where birds were flying up.
"Strange… was someone shouting for help just now?"
Unsure, he stood on tiptoe and peered into the direction of the voice.
No more sounds followed, but his sharp eyes noticed faint wisps of smoke rising from the forest.
"There really is someone. I can't ignore this—I have to go check."
Setting aside his lecherous demeanor instantly, he rushed into the forest with surprising speed to save a potential traveler in danger.
Although he wasn't tall, he crossed nearly a kilometer in just a few breaths and arrived close to the source of the sound.
Boom!
Just as he approached, he heard a dull impact.
Pushing aside the tall grass, he spotted a fair-skinned, handsome little boy.
"Damn it! I can't even fire a wave! What kind of Saiyan am I?!"
The boy's anguished roar left the old man confused.
He didn't understand what the kid was talking about, but the surroundings didn't look dangerous.
Could he be lost? A little kid alone in a jungle filled with dangers—yeah, that's bad. Better get him out first.
Thinking that, the old man put on what he considered a friendly smile and stepped out.
Rustle… rustle…
"The hell? What's that?!"
Thanks to his Saiyan senses, the boy clearly picked up the sound of rustling grass.
Still fully aware he was in a dangerous forest, he turned tense and stared toward the sound, imagining all sorts of ferocious beasts.
What appeared, however, was just a short old man with a gentle smile.
"Don't be nervous, young man. I just happened to hear some noise and thought you might need help. I'm just an ordinary old man."
While speaking kindly, he was secretly impressed.
Good awareness. If he also learns magic, he'll make a fine mage someday.
Barely a moment after meeting, the old man's passive skill of "picking up children" lit up bright red.
The boy, relieved that the person wasn't some alien monster but just a seemingly elderly man, still didn't dare to lower his guard. In the Dragon Ball world, old men with huge power levels—like Master Roshi—were not uncommon.
But something about the old man's appearance felt familiar…
Suddenly he widened his eyes in shock, pointed a trembling finger, and stuttered:
"Y-you, you you you…!"
Seeing this, the old man puffed out his chest proudly.
"So you recognize me? Didn't expect my fame to reach even children this young.
Correct, I am—"
"You're the Third Hokage—Hiruzen Sarutobi!!"
"I am NOT! Who the heck is that?! Completely wrong!!"
(End of Chapter)
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