Chapter 1: Transmigration
Shinso Hitoshi was bored out of his mind. He really wanted something cool to happen to him, his whole life was average - just average. (Well apart from his eidetic memory.) Nothing interesting EVER happens to him, literally. He trudged across the pavement slowly, waiting for something to happen - anything...
And then, he slipped - he fell forward and saw the culprit of this joyous occasio- this public humiliation. Shinso could almost see the banana peel mocking him! Then, all he felt was pain, an excruciating pain. He DID want something to happen, but he definitely knew that he didn't want to die. Real life wasn't like an anime or novel where you can just be reincarnated into a new world! Dying means the end! Even if it was possible, only 'chosen ones' would reincarnate, an average joe like himself, no chance.
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After what felt like only a few minutes, he opened his eyes. Wait, eyes? He thought he just died? He swore he 'FELT' his soul, or spirit, or whatever that was, slipping out of his body! But of course, he wasn't complaining. I mean, he'd rather not just stare into darkness for the rest of eternity, no body, no feeling.
After staring at the roof for a couple of minutes, he slowly got up - not noticing the tail that flipped out from behind his back. Scanning his surroundings, he felt that this place was definitely unusual. He expected to be in a hospital, but he just laid on an old and creaky bed, in an old and dusty room. Does nobody clean this place?! He coughed and leaned forward, but in the midst of doing so, he felt a light tap on his back. His eyes widening, he quickly turned around, looking behind him, but he didn't see anyone? Just a wall, exactly the same wall as all the other 3 walls that made up the room.
And then he felt it again, the light tap. He quickly snapped his neck around, this time confident in catching the culprit. But still, no one was there! And then he realised, if it wasn't around him, was it on him? And only then did he stop tensing, he had been tensed up since he opened his eyes after dying. After loosening up, he then felt it - a fifth limb! A fifth limb?! "What the f-!" He screamed before seeing what it actually looked like, a monkey tail. And as the Dragon Ball fanatic that he is and piecing together the dusty, old room and the tail on his waist together, the first thought that came into his smart mind was! He was kidnapped and forced to cosplay a super advanced Saiyan tail that he could control like an extra limb! No of course not!
He was a Saiyan, and had most likely transmigrated to another world! But, no one would believe it just like that, including himself. So the only thing to do, was obviously go up and test it! And so he got up, and did the proper thing to test the way he was a Saiyan, which was of course seeing if he had enhanced strength! He walked to the wall, stared at it for a good few seconds, and just punched it. Yes, punched it. And 'BOOOM', pieces of the wall went flying everywhere as dust spread through the whole room. As the dust cleared, he saw a woman with spiky black hair and even darker, black eyes sitting at the table staring at him. And so he stared back. And she stared at him. And he stared at her. Until she opened her mouth slightly, and then widened it and widened it, and then shouted, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE, CELERON!"
Celeron just stared at her in shock, he realised what she said and his shock slowly shifted into anger, "EH, WHAT THE HELL, YOU BITCH! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" This just made the woman's anger reach new heights, like adding oil to a fire, she shouted even louder than before, "YOUR MOTHER, YOU LITTLE SHIT!" She ran up to him, as she slapped him on the head, making him sink into the floor and instantly making him losing consciousness. He slipped to the floor like a wet noodle. The woman arrogantly grunted as she threw him back onto his bed, and quietly whispered to herself, "Hmph, precocious little brat. Well at least, he inherited my guts." Walking away from the crime scene. She went to go get her tools to fix the wall that had broken for probably the hundredth time since they had moved in to this lonely and barren planet.
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A few hours later, Celeron woke up. He was ready to slap a woman! Even if it was his mother! But as if triggering something, a huge flood of memories rushed into his brain. He passed out again from the sheer amount of pain, he wasn't used to this kind of pain, well at least not Yet.
And then finally, after another few hours, Celeron woke up. He quickly scanned his through the new memories. He gasped in shock, fear and excitement. From his memories, he realised that - he had taken the body of a person named Celeron, the original Celeron had choked on a fly and died (even though he was an Elite Saiyan)! Yes, a Saiyan! He was now a Saiyan! And an elite one at that!
Celeron had also learnt that he had no father, his father had died 13 years ago, just after his mother had given birth to him. He was an only child. He also learnt the scary truth, his mother was one person he definitely couldn't go against! The original Celeron, was the most arrogant prick in the world! He didn't let Saiyans that were below Elite class to even look at him before going to punch them in the gut. His mother was the only one who could keep him in check, and even then she had to physically knock him out or something! Because the original Celeron was such an idiot, he had absolutely no friends, and literally every person hated him. Celeron had a power level of 5500! At only 13! This proved he really was worthy of being called an Elite Saiyan.
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And so - this is the story of how a boy named Shinso Hitoshi - was transmigrated into Dragon Ball!
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