Marvel Saiyans - Chapter 1
A scorch mark stretching over fifty meters appears in the lonely deserts of Texas at night, terminating in a massive thirty-meter-wide crater.
A spherical spaceship is embedded in the underground rock at the center of this meteorite crater. Despite enduring extreme temperatures and a violent impact, the ship’s metallic hull remains undistorted. A shrill exhaust noise pierces the air as the metallic hatch slowly opens, revealing an outstretched hand.
A tall young man with long black hair emerges from the cockpit, his long tail swaying behind him.
“Broly! Broly! I’m hungry!”
A shrill child’s voice erupts from his shoulder, where a girl with spiky hair sits, repeatedly pounding the young man’s head with her tiny fists.
Her strength is considerable, causing the young man’s head to thud loudly. Seeing no reaction from him, she opens her mouth wide and bites down.
The young man grabs the girl by the tail, causing her to go limp and fall off his shoulder, which he catches like a small rabbit.
“I’m hungry too, kid. Keep it up, and I’ll eat you!”
Broly examines his reflection in the spaceship’s glass canopy.
His reflection shows a man standing 1.87 meters tall, though his body is only twelve years old. If he were the Broly from Dragon Ball, he could still grow another forty-five centimeters. His wild, untamed black hair and thick eyebrows give his angular face a ruggedly handsome look, fitting the beauty standards of the 80s and 90s.
After crossing over into a Saiyan, he seems unusually irritable and struggles to control his anger.
Just thirty minutes earlier, he was watching the newly downloaded “Dragon Ball Super: Broly” in his rented room when suddenly, he found himself inside the cramped spaceship, a deep male voice echoing in his mind.
?Ding, congratulations, Saiyan Broly, on activating the system. System loading, please wait.?
Broly raises an eyebrow in anticipation. Shortly after, the voice speaks again.
?Saiyan Revival System fully loaded. I am King Vegeta. Have you strived for the revival of the Saiyan race today??
Broly’s expression turns sour, reminiscent of someone who’s been constipated for a week. King Vegeta, Vegeta’s father, shouldn’t be just a weakling with a power level of only 10,000. How could he have created an unreal system that feels like a pyramid scheme?
Moreover, King Vegeta’s deep bass voice gives Broly a chilling sensation.
“Um, system, can you change your voice?”
Right after Broly speaks, a solid electric shock courses through his body. If not for his quick reaction, he would have lost control of his bodily functions.
?This system exists for the revival of the Saiyan warrior race. Please refrain from any frivolous desires for pleasure.?
A puff of black smoke emits from Broly, leaving him slightly disheveled. He accesses the system interface, and an attribute panel pops up immediately.
?Saiyan Revival: Broly
Strength: 12~16 (8)
Constitution: 12~16 (8)
Agility: 11~17 (8)
Intelligence: 4~6 (8)
Perception: 14 (8)
Charisma: 9 (8)
(Parentheses indicate human average values.)
Talents:
Saiyan Bloodline: Each near-death experience significantly increases your combat power.
Rage Form: As the legendary Super Saiyan, in extreme anger, you exhibit the power of a Great Ape in humanoid form, quintupling your strength and constitution, but your judgment, control, and reason are halved.
Infinite Stamina: As the legendary Super Saiyan, you possess endless stamina.
Standard battles are insufficient to deplete your energy. Skills: None
Revival Points: 0
Main Quest: Claim a territory on this planet for the Saiyans.
Side Quest: After the destruction of Planet Vegeta, the Saiyan population has drastically decreased. Please spread the Saiyan bloodline to increase their numbers.
System Notice: The dimensional rules of your universe differ from this universe. Please accurately assess your strength. (Parentheses indicate average values.)
In twelve years, the full-powered Lord Frieza will arrive on Earth. Do not indulge in pleasure, and rapidly increase your strength.?
Because his points are zero, Broly can only access the attribute panel; all other pages are locked. As for the impending arrival of Frieza in twelve years, Broly merely chuckles. As the legendary Super Saiyan, Frieza is a minor character, easily crushed with one hand.
As Broly contemplates the information from the system, a sharp pain suddenly shoots through his leg. Looking down, he finds the girl he’s holding biting fiercely into his calf.
“Broly! I’m hungry
!”
She yells, her eyebrows furrowed in anger.
He felt a sudden headache.
“Kid, what’s your name?”
Although she was being held upside down, the girl spoke proudly.
“Kakarot, my name is Kakarot! I’m hungry, Broly!”
Broly’s mouth twitched.
“What the heck is this setting?”
As absurd as the scene before him was, he had arrived and could only accept his situation helplessly. He had seen signs of intelligent life on the ground from above when entering the atmosphere. The Saiyan’s spherical spaceship had caught their attention; this place was unsuitable for an extended stay.
Broly removed the power level scanner from the spaceship and put it on his head, then hugged the spherical ship, preparing to hide it somewhere concealed.
“Crack!”
The ship didn’t budge, and he twisted his waist.
“How is this possible!”
Broly rubbed his sore waist. As a seasoned Dragon Ball fan, he knew that Broly had a battle power of 10,000 shortly after birth; there was no way he couldn’t lift a spaceship.
Incredulously looking at his hands, he pressed the power level scanner on his left eye. The numbers on the glasses fluctuated before finally showing two figures, fifteen and three.
Only two people were here; fifteen must be himself, and three must be Kakarot. Was this what the system meant about the universe’s different rules? A battle power of fifteen was only three times that of an armed farmer; how was he supposed to establish a colony on this planet? Speaking of which, the side quest seemed easier to complete.
Moreover, his power had shrunk by over ten million times; the outlook was not good for facing the full-powered Frieza in twelve years.
Since staying was not advisable and the spaceship was immovable, it could only be left there. Broly picked up Kakarot and quickly left the landing site of the spherical ship.
He pressed the power level scanner. In the original story, the scanner could easily cover an area much more extensive than Earth, like Planet Namek, making it easy to find nearby populated areas. The nearest inhabited area was eighty kilometers to the southwest.
Saiyans were much more robust than Earthlings; he ran twenty kilometers in the desert in one breath before stopping.
The stars and moon in the sky and the desert plants confirmed that this was Earth. However, Broly wasn’t sure if this was the Earth from the world of Dragon Ball.
Relying on the inhuman stamina of a Saiyan, he chased a North American bighorn sheep until it collapsed from exhaustion, skinned it with a sharp stone, cleaned the innards, skewered it on branches, and roasted it over a fire.
The taste of the roasted meat was dreadful, without any seasonings, and his poor barbecue skills were combined with the solid gamey flavor of the wild sheep. However, the two of them quickly ate the whole sheep, leaving only the skeleton.
“Sleep!”
Broly wiped his greasy hands in the sand, rested his head on a large rock, and prepared to sleep.
Kakarot’s small body curled up under his armpit, sleeping soundly. She was five years younger than Broly, now seven, but their age gap seemed much more prominent. Her head hadn’t been smashed like in the original story; she was still a typical Saiyan child, aggressive and fierce, only showing a trace of innocence while asleep.
Early in the morning, Broly felt suffocated and woke up to find Kakarot’s feet on his face. An intense rage arose, and he felt an urge to tear her apart.
Suppressing this destructive impulse, he stood up. This body didn’t inherit Broly’s off-the-charts battle power but did inherit his easily lost temper. If not for Broly’s effort to control himself, Kakarot would have been killed several times.
He didn’t catch a bighorn sheep this time but captured a giant lizard instead. The lizard was sixty centimeters long robust, with a yellow-brown body and pink spots. It had a good amount of meat.
The lizard might be poisonous, but Saiyans were not picky eaters; the two roasted it over a fire and ate it for breakfast.
After clearing the traces, Broly put Kakarot on his neck and hopped forward. A battle power of only fifteen was not enough; he hadn’t learned any martial arts in his previous life and had to rely on knowledge from physical education classes.
?Ding! The host has worked hard to revive the Saiyan people by hopping twenty-five kilometers; the system will reward ten revival points and a newbie gift pack.?
He hopped nearly ten kilometers in the desert’s scorching sun in one breath. Although he had enough stamina, his body was reaching its limit. But the system’s prompt made him grit his teeth and keep going.
In this unfamiliar
World, he felt a strong sense of insecurity; only more substantial power could give him security.
Sweat dripped onto the scorching desert sand, instantly evaporating into steam. Every muscle trembled, his throat dry as if about to smoke, and carrying Kakarot’s light body on his back now felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. The intense heat from the sun above seemed to dry out the Earth. This harsh environment instead triggered the fury inherent in Broly.
His originally muscular body suddenly grew even more prominent, and new strength surged from within, allowing him to complete the remaining fifteen kilometers in one leap.
?Ding! Well done! Truly worthy of the proud Saiyan race! Please accept ten revival points and a newbie gift pack; the system store has also been unlocked.?
King Vegeta’s encouraging voice echoed in his mind.
Broly forcibly shook off the discomfort in his mind, enduring the exhaustion, rubbed his hands and opened the newbie gift pack.
?Congratulations, host, you’ve acquired the skill of Mr. Satan’s Martial Arts!?
Mr. Satan’s Martial Arts seemed strong, belonging to the master of martial arts. Broly was somewhat surprised, but his face stiffened before he could be happy.
Wait! This Mr. Satan… couldn’t be that Mr. Satan, right?
Broly despairingly browsed through the information flowing into his mind; he hadn’t guessed wrong. Mr. Satan was indeed Earth’s strongest Mr. Satan. The displayed maximum battle power was only chopping fourteen tiles in front of Cell.
Well, having something was better than nothing; he hoped that learning Mr. Satan’s Martial Arts wouldn’t result in his hairline receding like his, as he was pretty satisfied with his thick, black hair.
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