Soon, nine months had passed, and I was fighting to defend my first place on the second floor. It was the best position possible. No one wanted to advance to first class without enough strength, but everyone wanted to be first—so they challenged me constantly. Sometimes three times a day.
I loved it.The money flowed endlessly.
I usually took the majority of the coins because I bet my room, while they only bet coins. By then, I had earned around 200,000 coins, enough to buy almost anything in the camp—except certain secret techniques.
I had even more capital before, but I spent 100,000 coins on specialized Oozaru training.
I had started that training four months earlier. The process was simple but brutal: I was sent to a desolate planet with a moon, while elite Saiyans watched over me. They couldn't use scouters—anything above 30,000 would break them anyway—and my power level was around 3600. I usually suppressed it to 3100, so there was no reason to hide.
The first time I transformed into an Oozaru, there was only darkness. I couldn't see. I couldn't move. I was nothing but instinct.
But after repeated transformations—each one draining my energy—the Oozaru form began to weaken. Not in raw ki, but in duration and primal control. Each transformation lasted shorter than the last, until eventually, I could control it.
It took a full month to gain complete control over my body in Oozaru form.
After that, I began fighting other Saiyans with similar power levels. Once again, my tail was unstoppable. Among Oozaru, the tail was the fastest and most effective weapon for swatting away weaker opponents—and mine was still 75% of my height.
In Dragon Ball legends, Oozaru were all depicted as the same kind of monkey, but reality was different. Some had long noses, some were massive but slow, others slim and fast. Some were under 20 meters, others over 35 meters. I was on the slimmer side, average in size, but extremely acrobatic thanks to my build and tail.
I lost only my first fight due to inexperience. After that, I even fought Saiyans with power levels around 4500 and didn't lose—until my transformation ran out.
Oozaru duration could be trained, but most of it depended on age and genetics. The elites said I had excellent Oozaru genetics since I could maintain the form for 22 minutes. Fully grown Saiyans could last longer—some elites could remain transformed for four hours. Those were monsters among monsters.
There was even a special unit called Oozaru: The Ape. Raw base strength didn't matter there—only Oozaru strength. What did it matter if someone had a power level of 10,000 if they could lose to someone with 3000 who gained ten times their power through transformation?
That unit was famous across the universe. There were rumors of Saiyans who could retain Great Ape strength in humanoid form. Some aliens called them Super Saiyans, describing fur and hair standing like blades.
I knew the truth.It was called Ikari.
And I planned to learn it.
But not here. Not under the watchful eyes of elites and other Saiyans. So I fought until my heart was full.
Those results were from two months ago. Since then, I had grown even stronger and more proficient as a Great Ape. I could fight two Oozaru at once with similar power levels. Sometimes I won, sometimes it ended in a draw, but I never lost.
My ki control was far superior. I could use up to 40% ki in Oozaru form, while others could only fire beams from their mouths.
My results were reported to the king—and from there, to Planet Vegeta's special units. I didn't know any of this. I just kept training.
Behind closed doors, I focused on ki control. I practiced keeping ki orbs circling around my body. It was difficult, but it helped me break a bottleneck. I couldn't surpass 80% suppression before, but now I stood at 85%—and I knew I could go further.
For now, I decided to focus on my body. I hadn't trained it properly in a long time—aside from the beatings I gave and took.
After training, I finally went to the bathroom and checked myself. My hair was still spiky, my forehead small—thank God. It reached halfway down my neck, looking almost like a mullet without a fade. I was satisfied with the genes I had in this world.
Genes mattered in Dragon Ball. Anyone could reach the top, but some needed far more time and luck. Compare Kakarot to someone like Culer, whom I killed. Culer's genetics couldn't compare to Kakarot's—the son of Bardock, my nephew.
Kakarot's mother may have had weaker ki potential, but it didn't matter. We were exterminated shortly after.
I couldn't help but think about Bardock—about what he was doing on a planet called Herta.
At that moment, Bardock was fighting yellow-skinned aliens with power levels around 290. He fought with a grimace, blood seeping through his armor near his ribs. His power level was 400, but the three enemies harassing him weren't trying to kill him outright—likely waiting for reinforcements.
"Damn pests," Bardock growled. "Constantly poking."
Suddenly, he heard screaming rushing toward him. He gathered more than half of his ki into his hand and took flight. He was lucky—the planet's inhabitants couldn't fly. They only knew how to channel ki into weapons.
Axes.
Axes enhanced by ki could kill opponents much stronger than them. That's how Bardock had been injured.
He fired a ki blast at the three attackers and fled. Every time he hid, they found him again. Suspicion crept in—something had been planted in his armor… or worse, inside his wound.
He flew to a river, removed his armor, and felt vibrations beneath his flesh.
"Fuck this," he snarled.
He shoved his hand into the wound and pulled out a small bug. He screamed, quickly bandaged the injury, and stopped the bleeding. Armor back on, he flew upstream, knowing he'd find caves or cities—both good hiding spots.
He found caves. Inside, there was food left behind by refugees. He ate and rested.
Soon after, intruders arrived. Bardock formed a ki blast and killed them instantly.
They were children.
Wrong place. Wrong time.
"Hmph," Bardock muttered. "At least I can rest now."
After twenty days, his wounds healed completely. Thanks to Zenkai, his power rose to 550—the strongest being on the planet.
He flew to the nearest city.
It was a full moon.
He looked up—and transformed.
Bardock could control Oozaru. He used it whenever danger arose. Once injured in Oozaru form by a combined ki-axe attack from twenty warriors, he was careful now.
He roared.
AURRRRRGGHHHH
The city froze in terror. Warriors rushed to the walls—and saw the infamous monkey of legend.
Bardock didn't wait. He gathered ki in his mouth and fired.
The city stood no chance against a 5500-power-level beast. It was erased.
Warriors came. Bardock slaughtered them one by one. When only weaklings remained, he planted his last seed and summoned Saibamen with power levels around 200. They massacred civilians and anything that could threaten the buyer's claim.
After three months, the planet was extinct.
But Bardock knew this speed would draw attention.
Cold's forces wouldn't care. They only valued results. As long as the mission was complete, details didn't matter. He could lie.
"I wonder what my brother is doing right now," Bardock said quietly.