Dragon Ball Roshi

Amid the vast cosmos of the Milky Way lies a certain planet.

This is a planet inhabited by intelligent life.

The current state of this planet's society is... similar to the Earth from someone's distant past life—an era dominated by information technology. In some areas of research, it may even surpass that of Earth. After all, in this world, the emergence of even one genius—just one, like Dr. Gero—could propel the entire society's technological advancement thousands of steps forward overnight.

The inhabitants of this planet live in a bustling modern society.

They believe in the power of technology, and the notion of individual martial strength has long been consigned to the annals of history.

In recent years, the international federation has been discussing the development of interstellar spaceships.

This proposal has garnered significant public support. After all, this small planet has become overcrowded, and its natural environment has been repeatedly damaged by technological progress. People dream of finding and settling on habitable, untapped planets in the universe, harboring great expectations for such a possibility.

However, some have raised concerns: What if they encounter extraterrestrial life? What would aliens look like? Would they be friendly or hostile?

The international federation assured the public that, given their scientific and technological prowess, as long as they cautiously and conservatively expanded into nearby star systems, major incidents were unlikely to occur. Even in the event of encountering extraterrestrial beings, communication would be possible. Everyone could sit down, have a civil discussion, exchange technologies, and pursue mutual development. A win-win scenario would benefit everyone, wouldn't it? Surely, under the sincere diplomacy of the federation, extraterrestrial life would find it difficult to refuse such a proposal.

"Fools!"

In a tree-like apartment building within one of the planet's cities, a man's voice, laced with disdain and a trace of anger, rang out.

With a sharp "click," the man pressed the sole button on his remote, turning off the ultra-thin display screen mounted on the wall. What had been playing was yet another federation discussion about the interstellar spaceship project.

After some thought, the man donned a jacket and headed out.

His name was Gaia.

And he was a god.

Yes, a god.

A god without much power, possessing only a few minor tricks befitting the deity of a planet. Yet these little tricks were utterly useless in a society driven by advanced technology.

Moreover, the final vestiges of a god's dignity forbade him from resorting to cheap displays of divine power to attract attention or make a living. Although Gaia's role as a god was now little more than symbolic—he could no longer even communicate with the underworld—he had solemnly promised the previous generation of gods to fulfill his duty and protect this planet.

But this planet seemed to have no need of him.

Descending the tree-like apartment building, the downcast deity Gaia stepped onto the bustling streets. Aimlessly, he wandered, observing the varied vehicles and mortals that crowded the roadways.

This modern society appeared advanced and civilized, but in its darkest corners lurked countless poor souls who couldn't even afford a meal. The rapid progress of science and technology had blinded these mortals. They were arrogant, self-absorbed, and dismissive of all else, convinced that their guns and bombs could solve any problem.

Yet according to the tales of the previous gods, in ancient times, there existed individuals with unparalleled personal strength. These people could destroy mountains, overturn seas, and annihilate entire cities with a mere gesture.

Gaia refused to believe that beings like them didn't exist somewhere in the vast universe.

But what could he do about it? He was nothing more than a powerless, fallen god. Even if he went to the international federation to share this knowledge, what would come of it? The only outcome would be being labeled a lunatic and locked away.

Gaia walked heavily through the crowded streets, his mind burdened with unease. Along the way, he visited several slums, doing his best to provide food and clean water to those in need. It was his way of fulfilling his duties as a god, however diminished they had become.

"Let's hope my fears are unfounded…"

Dragging his weary body back toward his apartment, Gaia suddenly froze—

A peculiar sensation surged through him like a bolt of lightning!

This feeling was both utterly foreign and strangely familiar.

It was... the presence of "extraordinary power."

And this power was immense—far greater than anything he had ever encountered. Even compared to the strongest of the previous gods he once knew, this force was on an entirely different level. If the most formidable of the prior deities were like small hills, this presence was a towering mountain that stretched endlessly into the heavens!

Gaia stood rooted to the spot, his body stiff and immobile. Sweat beaded on his forehead as his eyes darted frantically, scanning the crowd. The oppressive aura weighed on him like a colossal boulder, nearly suffocating him.

It's coming from that person!

At last, Gaia's gaze locked onto a pale young man standing on the opposite side of the street. The man wore a hat, and a hint of black hair peeked from beneath its brim. His expression was calm, almost detached, as he watched the bustling crowd.

An alien?

Despite his diminished powers, Gaia could still discern the difference between his kind and extraterrestrial beings. For a moment, he stared at the young man with a twisted expression, his face betraying his terror. Then, as the young man turned his head slightly, Gaia quickly averted his gaze, bowing his head low.

He dared not stare for long, as if even one additional second of eye contact would lead to his death. He couldn't risk drawing the young man's attention... It was too terrifying. That power—hot and intense like molten lava deep within the earth—could not possibly belong to a mere mortal.

Standing still with his head lowered, Gaia realized he was drenched in cold sweat, his back soaked through. When he finally mustered the courage to glance back, the alien young man had already disappeared.

There!

Gaia immediately sensed the overwhelming energy again, as though tracking the path of a living, walking supernova. Taking a deep breath, he pushed through the crowd, following the direction of the sensation.

He soon spotted the man's figure again, this time at a corner down the street.

Who is he? Why is he here?

Someone this terrifying…

Gaia's heart sank. With such immense power, if this individual intended to destroy the city, the devastation would be unimaginable. The sheer loss of life...

The figure moved further away, and Gaia steeled himself, forcing his body to follow. He didn't know what he could possibly do, even if he managed to keep up with this terrifying being.

But one thing was certain—he couldn't let him out of his sight.

"Where is he?"

Gaia turned another corner, only to find that the man was gone.

He froze, trying desperately to sense that overwhelming energy again, but it had completely vanished.

At that moment, a hand lightly tapped his shoulder from behind.

Gaia's hairs stood on end—

"Heh, don't be afraid. I mean you no harm."

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Taro sat in Gaia's apartment, casually examining the room. It was clear that the technology here far outstripped Earth's; this truly felt like a modern living space.

"I didn't expect you to be the god of this planet," Taro said with a slight smile as he stood in front of the ultra-thin display screen on the wall.

"I am a god, but just a god in name," Gaia replied bitterly, collapsing onto the sofa. He shook his head with a sigh. "I have no power and can't protect anyone. If you want to kill me, just lift a finger—it'd be more than enough."

Taro, having used his mind-reading technique on the pedestrians earlier, easily navigated the controls for the display screen. The images and text on the screen began scrolling rapidly as he gestured smoothly, almost as if he'd done this a thousand times before.

"Honestly, I was a bit surprised," Taro remarked while scanning the display. "I didn't think your planet lacked warriors who practice Ki entirely."

"There used to be, but…" Gaia trailed off with a sigh, unwilling to delve deeper into the past. He looked up, startled, as Taro continued searching through online databases. "Scientists? Spaceship technology? What are you looking for?"

"Well, I don't know how to make these things myself," Taro said nonchalantly. "So, naturally, I'll need someone else to help. Oh, by the way," he added, "does your federation have any... unsavory scientists? You know, those geniuses with antisocial tendencies? Dangerous individuals who are brilliant but completely unhinged?"

"What are you planning to do?" Gaia asked warily.

"Don't worry," Taro said with a grin. "I'll take care of them for you."

Finally, the display settled on a news article from a few months ago. Taro tapped the screen with the remote and muttered. "I think... I've found what I'm looking for."

The headline read: "Mad Genius: Once an Internationally Acclaimed Scientist, Now a Dangerous Antisocial Criminal."

The article detailed a once-renowned scientist whose groundbreaking contributions spanned multiple scientific fields. However, a few years ago, he had turned into a destructive lunatic, using his advanced technology to wreak havoc and repeatedly thwart the federation's interstellar spaceship project.

Gaia remained silent for a moment before finally speaking: "You're not going to ask me to find him for you, are you?"

Taro smiled but didn't reply directly. Instead, he raised his hand, conjuring a glowing white energy sphere, and held it dangerously close to Gaia's pale pink face. The energy radiated an oppressive aura so terrifying that Gaia could hardly breathe. Cold sweat poured down his face, and just as he felt like he might collapse, the sphere abruptly dissipated.

"Trust me," Taro said calmly, his smile unwavering. "I really don't mean any harm."

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