In the darkness, two voices were calling.
He heard them in his sleep and struggled to wake up. He fought to open his eyes as his consciousness pierced through the darkness, and suddenly he jolted upright.
"This... this is..." The moment his eyes opened, he froze.
The landscape before him was devastated—scorched black corpses and debris scattered everywhere, trees bent in all directions, deep craters and cracks extending as far as he could see. What happened to his bed? Wasn't he just sleeping at home? Was this a dream within a dream?
"A low-class warrior is still a low-class warrior—passing out at the first sign of trouble." The indifferent voice came from beside him, as chilling as a blade resting against his neck.
He nervously glanced sideways, his heart pounding: Oh my god, Vegeta and Nappa! He was actually seeing the Saiyans from Dragon Ball with his own eyes. This had to be a dream!
He stretched out his hand to touch Nappa, and the sensation felt real. No, it was real! He pinched himself hard—hiss!—it hurt! "Not a dream!"
Nappa looked at him curiously. "Hey, did you hit your head too hard or something?"
"Completely useless," Vegeta muttered in disgust, turning his face away.
The authenticity of his senses made He realize this place was definitely not a dream. Then... he touched the end of his flowing long hair, noticed the battle armor he was wearing and felt the flexible tail behind him. In that instant, he understood his identity: Goku's brother, Raditz.
He had always loved the exciting, action-packed world of Dragon Ball. He'd considered it a classic since childhood. Comics, figurines, and clothing filled his bedroom window. The seven magical orbs that could grant any wish often fueled his fantasies. If such Dragon Balls existed in reality, life would become a colorful adventure.
Even knowing it was impossible, he'd bought a set of seven Dragon Balls online for just 10 dollar. He expected cheap glass beads, but was surprised when they felt heavy in his hand, with craftsmanship beyond compare!
Each of the seven Dragon Balls was crystal clear and smooth to touch, as if carved from fine jade. The stars inside actually glowed faintly even in daylight, their brilliance seeming to flow across the surface. When tapped, they made a crisp, ethereal sound that resonated in his heart.
He had stroked the crystal orbs and thought: If only I could make a wish—take me to the world of Dragon Ball, make me a Saiyan or something. That would be amazing.
With that thought, he had placed all seven precious orbs in the center of his window like treasures, using a red cloth as a cushion to highlight their magnificence.
Then he'd taken a contented nap, and...
Had he really crossed over?
The incredible part was that he'd actually become a Saiyan—specifically that tragic character, Raditz.
Raditz was so unfortunate that he'd been killed off after appearing in just a few episodes, never to return again in He's memory. He'd complained more than once: Goku, you could forgive Vegeta, but you couldn't spare your own brother? Were you jealous that Raditz's hairstyle was already at Super Saiyan 3 level?
Exploring the Dragon Ball universe had been his fantasy, but now it had suddenly become reality, leaving him momentarily stunned. Though unbelievable, it was absolutely true—he had become Raditz.
The most important task right now was to figure out his situation and survive.
"Hey, Raditz, you didn't lose your memory, did you?" Seeing him staring blankly for too long, Nappa raised his eyebrows questioningly.
"No, I'm fine. I just hit my head earlier and I'm still a little dizzy."
"Hmph." Vegeta snorted coldly. "If we weren't the only surviving Saiyans, I would have killed you myself, you worthless trash."
Raditz had no comeback. After all, he was just a low-class warrior who hadn't even overcome the weakness of his tail.
In the world of Dragon Ball, without strength, survival was impossible.
"Raditz's bloodline is too weak," Nappa said. "But I have to admit, this planet we're attacking is tougher than expected. These creatures aren't particularly strong individually, but there are so many of them." Nappa grinned menacingly.
"Don't be ridiculous. This garbage needs to be eliminated quickly," Vegeta retorted.
Raditz listened to their conversation and pieced together the current situation.
The three of them were attacking a planet, but facing difficulties. According to the original storyline, this would be when he'd go to Earth to find Goku, only to be killed, effectively exiting the Dragon Ball saga. Thus creating the most tragic protagonist brother in history.
Nappa suddenly rolled his eyes as an idea struck him. "Hey, Raditz, don't you have a younger brother who was sent off-world? Although he's a low-class warrior, he's still a pure-blooded Saiyan, right? For difficult planets like this, four fighters are better than three. Go bring him here."
"Don't waste my time, Nappa. That kind of trash probably doesn't even have a power level of a thousand," Vegeta said disdainfully. He paused briefly, then suddenly looked at Raditz. "However, even if you're useless, you all show some strength when the moon is full. Bring him here—I'll show him what a real Saiyan is."
Raditz shuddered under Vegeta's gaze.
Was this overwhelming sense of pressure the difference in their power? Vegeta truly was on another level.
"I understand. I'll go find my brother once I've recovered from my injuries," Raditz nodded slightly.
He knew fighting Vegeta now would be impossible, so he had no choice but to obey for the time being.
"We'll handle things here. Your absence won't make much difference with your pathetic power level," Nappa said proudly, laughing loudly.
Saiyans were born with a rigid hierarchy and proudly called themselves the warrior race. When transformed into Great Apes, their devastating power was enough to make residents of most planets tremble. In reality, other space-dwelling species saw Saiyans as brutal and aggressive, but the Saiyans themselves didn't recognize this.
A warrior's status was determined at birth. Princes like Vegeta were born with extraordinary talent and power levels in the hundreds. After just a few years, they could crush adult warriors and were naturally arrogant. Nappa, born into a prominent family with decent talent and extensive combat experience, was equally conceited.
Warriors like Raditz and Goku belonged to the low-class Saiyan majority—completely insignificant in the eyes of elite fighters. That's why Raditz was constantly looked down upon among the three of them, with no authority whatsoever.
No! Now that he had entered the Dragon Ball world, he refused to die so pathetically. He would become stronger than Nappa, stronger than Vegeta, even stronger than every future enemy and Goku himself!
Looking coldly at Vegeta and Nappa, Raditz resolved to begin training on this planet immediately. Unlike the Saiyans, Earth's training methods were more effective and methodical. Combined with ki manipulation, the seemingly weak planet Earth had produced many powerful warriors. Though his starting point was low, Raditz was confident he could surpass them through dedicated practice.
He stood up from the ground and said, "I'm going to find some food."
"Hmph, do whatever you want—just don't get yourself killed," Vegeta said dismissively.
Raditz nodded and tried to jump into the air, but couldn't remain suspended for long. After several failed attempts, he gave up and ran off on foot, legs pumping.
Behind him, Nappa and Vegeta watched with dumbfounded expressions.
Right... the reason was simple: Raditz couldn't fly yet...
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