I Just Crawled Out of the Grave
[I'm hungry, I'll eat a reader first, then start writing.]
The Dragon Ball World.
Age 765.
Goku contracted a viral heart disease and died.
Age 766.
Trunks was born.
That same year, Dr. Gero, a remnant of the Red Ribbon Army, awakened the ruthless Androids 17 and 18.
The Z Fighters were forced to confront them.
Afterward, Yamcha, Tien, Chiaotzu, Krillin, Vegeta, and Piccolo all died in battle.
Nine-year-old Gohan narrowly escaped death because he was out collecting the Dragon Balls.
Twelve years passed quietly.
One day in Age 778.
The sky that day was black as spilled ink.
Wisps of smoke rose everywhere.
The earth was shattered, buildings were decaying and collapsing, and the breeze carried the stench of mold and decay.
Looking down at Earth from high altitude, a thousand adjectives condensed into a single word: despair.
This was the forgotten Dragon Ball World 1.
Location: The ruins of a city destroyed by the Androids.
A gust of wind swept through, carrying half a yellowed newspaper from the ground high into the air, drifting away into the distance.
In the middle of these messy ruins stood a conspicuous small mound of dirt.
This mound was actually a grave.
Several flowers of various colors were stuck into the grave, swaying in the wind.
Neatly placed in front of the dirt grave were several bananas, a few apples, and a bottle of water.
Clearly, someone had deliberately placed them there as an offering.
The soil was fresh, the yellow flowers had not yet withered, and the bananas and apples were still very fresh.
This was obviously a new grave.
It was just unknown who was buried inside.
"Shhh, shhh, shhh!"
Just then, a faint sound arose.
The small mound vibrated, and the sand and soil on top were pushed outwards, rolling down all sides.
Following that, a pale hand broke through the earth.
A one-armed young man then crawled out of the dirt grave.
His face was pale, his body covered in wounds, and he was incredibly weak.
Simply climbing out of the pit had consumed ninety percent of his strength.
He lay on the ground resting for a while until he finally recovered some energy, then struggled to sit up.
Once seated, he spat out the mud in his mouth, "Ptoo, ptoo!" and then used his remaining right hand to pinch his nose and blow the sand out of his nasal cavity.
After finishing these actions, the young man gasped for breath and looked around the environment in confusion.
"Where is this place?"
The moment this question arose in the young man's mind, his head felt as if an iron needle had been fiercely plunged into it, causing a splitting headache that felt like his skull was about to crack in two.
"Ugh~"
He clenched his right hand, digging his fingers into his head and pulling out several strands of hair.
Then, he buried his head between his legs, letting out a muffled roar like a wild beast.
Accompanied by waves of sharp pain, a surge of unfamiliar memories rushed into his mind.
A few seconds later, the young man was panting heavily, wiping away beads of sweat from his forehead. His entire body was soaked in cold sweat.
He had been reborn.
This was the Dragon Ball world, and he was Son Gohan.
But he wasn't the Gohan who could transform into Super Saiyan 2 and beat Cell at the age of nine.
Instead, he was the one-armed Gohan from an alternate timeline.
Currently, his left arm was severed directly at the shoulder, leaving him with only his right arm.
He also had a very noticeable scar near his left eye; if the wound had been any deeper, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
And all of this was the work of the Androids.
The scar on his face was left over from a battle with the Androids years ago.
His left arm had been blown off by Android 18 about a year ago while trying to save Trunks.
Even his current severe injuries were caused by Android 18.
He and this woman shared an irreconcilable, blood feud.
Android 18 had not only killed his family and friends, but she had also killed "himself."
These two demons, who took pleasure in slaughter and destruction, had killed hundreds of millions of humans within a single year.
If he hadn't transmigrated, offering a thread of life to Gohan's soul, Gohan would have certainly died in this latest catastrophe.
And he definitely wouldn't have been able to crawl out of the grave.
The two souls instantly merged into one, indistinguishable from each other, and grew exponentially stronger in that instant.
The critically wounded, dying body also recovered some strength as a result.
"Ptoo!"
Gohan spat out another mouthful of muddy phlegm, then reached for the purified water in front of the grave.
He gripped the bottle with his legs and forcefully twisted the cap open.
Struggling to lift the bottle, he tilted his head back and gulped down the entire bottle of water.
Next, Gohan finished all the bananas and apples.
Since they were offerings for him, it would be a waste not to eat them.
In the apocalypse, wasting food was a truly shameful act.
Moreover, his current body needed a massive amount of energy to heal.
These few bananas and apples were merely a drop in the bucket, nowhere near enough.
Gohan rested for a long time with his legs crossed, but the anticipated "Ding!" never sounded.
"Sigh, it looks like I don't have the standard system that every transmigrator gets."
He sighed helplessly and slowly stood up.
As he moved, his broken body immediately protested, sending waves of tearing, agonizing pain through him.
"Hiss, this is too painful~" Gohan grimaced, sweat rolling down his forehead.
He didn't know how many bones were fractured or how many internal organs were hemorrhaging in his severely wounded body.
However, his willpower was astonishing; although his entire body was in agony, it wasn't unbearable.
The most urgent thing now was to find a safe place to hide and recover from his injuries.
Otherwise, dying again right after being reborn would be completely pointless.
Although the Ki inside his body was pitifully low, he could still manage to fly.
After determining the direction, Gohan gathered his Ki, floated into the air, and slowly flew toward Bulma's house.
Given the current situation, going to Bulma was the best choice...
Capsule Corp had been attacked by the Androids years ago, and much of its equipment and research was destroyed, wiping out its former glory.
But Bulma, the soul of Capsule Corp, was still alive.
As long as Bulma was around, Capsule Corp would continue to exist.
Since that attack, Bulma had relocated Capsule Corp to a secluded, inconspicuous corner of West City.
Gohan also knew very well that since the attack years ago, the Androids had never visited Capsule Corp again before they were eventually killed.
Therefore, Capsule Corp was temporarily a safe place.
At least it would be safe for the next few years.
More importantly, Gohan wanted to tell Bulma and Trunks that he was still alive as soon as possible.
Trunks, who had buried him with his own hands yesterday, must be very sad right now... One hour later.
Gohan finally arrived at Capsule Corp.
It was only a little over a hundred kilometers, but this time it had taken Gohan a full hour.
This showed just how weak he currently was.
If he had been healthy, this short distance wouldn't have taken him more than thirty seconds.
After landing, Gohan felt his legs weaken, his vision darken, and he nearly collapsed onto the ground.
He forced himself to stay alert, staggered toward the familiar door, and laboriously knocked on it.
"Who is it?" A sharp, clear shout immediately came from inside the house.
It was Trunks.
"Trunks, it's me~" Gohan felt his eyelids weigh a million tons, barely able to keep them open.
A rush of footsteps sounded inside, and the door was quickly pulled open.
The purple-haired twelve-year-old boy instantly rushed out.
He looked at Gohan, his lips trembling constantly, his eyes already blurred with tears.
Gohan placed his hand on top of Trunks' head and said, "Trunks, what have I always taught you? Someone approached and you didn't even notice..."
After speaking, Gohan could no longer resist the overwhelming drowsiness. His head tilted, his body went limp, and he fell forward.
Trunks was quick, catching Gohan's body instantly.
"I know, Big Brother Gohan."
"Waaah~"
At this point, Trunks could no longer hold back and burst into tears, his face covered in snot and tears.
Although Gohan was covered in mud, Trunks was still afraid of dripping snot and tears onto his body, so he kept wiping his face with his sleeve, smearing his entire face in the process.
Bulma ran out right behind him.
Seeing Gohan, her eyes were also misty with tears, but as an adult, she forced herself to hold back from crying out loud.
She took a deep breath, patted Trunks on the shoulder, and said, "Stop crying. Quickly carry Gohan to bed so he can rest. His injuries are too severe right now."
"Yes, Mom." Trunks glanced back at Bulma, stopped crying, and carried Gohan into the house...
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