Have you ever been so drunk that you don't remember the previous day or how you got into this weird bed with another stranger? If yes, you'll get what I'm feeling right now because I DEFINITELY DO NOT LIVE IN A CEMENT IGLOO.
Sure I've woken up in some other person's bed before but they all had a SQUARE room. And I wasn't alone in that room in ANOTHER MAN'S BODY!! Well I guess calling this body a man is a stretch since it looks like it's a teen, but still. "What the hell is going on.." huh, my voice changed too. figures.
'Ok, first let's assess the situation... I am not in my body, It's someone else's.' I think as I go to the dressing cabinet. 'Young, maybe like 14-15 years of age. Dirty blonde hair which is unnaturally spiky and sharp yellow eyes.'
"Not a common eye color but still looks pretty nice" I say as I run a hand through my hair, admiring this body. "Ugh, feels weird to say that about a kid"
I go back to the bed I was sleeping on and lay down "I am either going to wake up in this body again and panic or go back to my shitty life. Either way I need to rest right now and calm my mind"
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"Ok, still in this body." I woke up after God knows how long to find myself still in here. No ceiling fan, no family photos and no phone. "There is only one explanation that I wanna believe in... I've transmigrated." I won't believe in anything else. It doesn't make sense to. ' That means... that means I'm finally free of that shitty uni life!! FINALLY!! "HAHAHA fuck you Martin you goofy goober you don't believe in reincarnation guess who's laughing now!". I'm so happy. so, so, sooo happy.
'Ok, time to figure out where I am. I hope it's in the past so I can invest and grow rich. God, that would be so awesome' I think to myself as I step out of my new studio apartment and see a view I would never have imagined to be real. Flying cars. Round houses. Animals with human bodies. And in the distance, a huge dome with the words 'Capsule Corporation' on it. 'You know what, it might just be the future where furries are widely accepted and a company based on a dbz corporation became an industry leader. You never know!... Who the fuck am I kidding, I'm in Dragon Ball.' I rush back inside and close the door behind me as fast as I could "Just because you transmigrated to dbz doesn't mean you're going to die, Ka-, wait what's my name again?" I... I don't remember anything from my previous life! I swear I did before I went to sleep but.. but I don't! All I can recall is DBZ lore!!
I think I need to lie down on my bed again.
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"I should look at this with some optimism. Nobody from my world could fire the Kamehameha, though it was not from a lack of trying. But I can now. Just need to learn how to use ki. But then I'd have to-" I stop this train of thought before it goes any further and depress me even further 'Let's look around first'
The one bedroom house, not a studio apartment apparently, has a kitchen, a bathroom and bedroom. Compact, but due to the lack of too much furniture, doesn't feel stuffy. The bedroom has a dressing cabinet with a mirror and inside had some... moisturizer? Face wash? 'What kind of responsible teenager takes care of his own skin?' I leave them there and investigate the wardrobe. 'All crop-tops. Fantastic. Wait what am I wearing right now?' Apparently a blue crop-top with long sleeves and striped black and blue pajamas. 'At least its comfy and not gonna lie, kinda dig it' Investigating the bed-side I found the capsule for the house and also a poster of the 22nd and 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament with both Tien and Goku's image on the poster's respectively. 'We're already past the Dragon Ball anime huh? Damnit the next thing that's going to happen is Raditz and the Saiyan invasion but I don't know when. I know there was a 5 year time skip but I need to figure out how long I have left of these 5 years. Hopefully the Budokai Tenkaichi finished this year and I have enough time.'
After looking at a newspaper lying around for what I could only assume to be yesterday's date, I figure out it's the year 757. 'I have 4 years of carefree training and frankly, if I stay away from the main cast, about 7-8 months more. Good, with all that mapped out, now I gotta figure out how to actually train.'