[A week later]
Back in the car Samuel let out a breath of relief. The only time he got to move around freely was when Sam fell asleep. Granted, when he's in his conscious space he can move around, but it just doesn't feel the same as controlling his body physically.
That damn nerd barely sleeps. He stays up all night reading mangas and jerking off, barely giving me time to take control. It's only been a week since my birth, but I already realize how much of a degenerate he is; truly despicable.
Looking up from his thoughts Samuel turned to his mother and consulted her, "hey mom I don't truly have a personality disorder do I? I mean I still feel like me you know"
"I don't know hun, we'll just take these meds the doctor prescribed and see if you feel better. You haven't been sleeping since the incident with your father and recently you've been getting angrier and having outbursts" Linda patted his head with motherly warmth practically radiating off of her.
"I only get angry because you keep calling him my father, and I told you I want nothing to do with him. That's why I decided on my own name; I'm not Sam Ferginson, I'm Samuel Bermuda. I should've always had your last name; not his." He said looking at her with equally as much love. No matter what anyone says, regardless of whether he's Sam or Samuel he will always love his Mom, to the moon and back. The two continued to converse while the taxi drove them home, upon reaching an orange traffic light, the driver decided to try to beat the red light. He was unlucky this time and ran the red light instead. Just as he ran the red light, a truck driver at the intersection just got the green to go. Without hesitating the trucker went; BOOOM. Samuel had looked up just in time to see the truck's bright light flashing before his eyes. He felt the collision and cursed one last time before transmigrating; fuck you, truck kun.
[Back to the present ]
Samuel sat on his little chair going over everything in his mind. This is his first time forcefully taking over Sam's mind so he wasn't sure if Sam was sleeping or watching him right now.
Hey, nerd do you realize what world we just ended up in?
He spoke in his mind but got no response. He sat there for a few awkward seconds and concluded that Sam must be sleeping in his consciousness.
He got up and decided he was going to go explore this dragon ball world on his own; however just as he got up to move he felt the muscles in his legs tighten before going limp and losing consciousness.
"FINALLY I'M FREE!!" screamed Sam as he got up and pumped his hands in the air. He's been stuck in that weird place for the last couple of minutes watching his body move and talk on its own calling itself Samuel and acting slightly out of his character.
"I don't know who you are demon, but I will definitely go to church to get you excercised"
He taunted while flexing his new body. He was way shorter than usual and had assumed the people he saw earlier were giants, but after observing everything on that TV in his conscious mind he came to realize that they weren't giants; he was small.
"So I transmigrated huh, sigh, why Dragon Ball of all places" He looked around with clarity and acceptance of his current situation. Not only was he dubbed a person with a personality disorder and transmigrated in one day, but he just found out that he was a Saiyan on top of it all.
He sighed again and sat back down to think about his next moves carefully. "I'm in the Dragon Ball world. Based on the memories I've just accessed in my conscious realm plus what I just witnessed with Pellon not too long ago, I died in a car accident and got slung into a dragon ball accident; the saiyans, Uuughhhhh" he sighed grabbing his fro in frustration whilst biting his nails.
Why is it that authors always kill off the races or clans of people with the most potential? Even in shows like Naruto killing off the uchias and kekkei genkai users as if they have a problem with mass geniuses. Well, I guess if there are too many geniuses, then the norm for genius will escalate.
Sighing and pacing around the shed. Sam continued to think.
I need to find out what age I'm in. I think the Saiyans got wiped out in age 737 or something. If I'm lucky, I'm in an age many or at least a few years before that. If I'm unlucky, who knows how long I've got left to live.
He walked out of the shed once again and glanced around at his surroundings. What greeted him was a rocky terrain with jagged mountains and carved out tents and houses of saiyans who somehow made this God-awful place of an environment their home. He sighed and started walking while deep in thought.
I need to find this body's parents. I think his name was Garlock. Hmm… seeing as though Pellon said he lives alone earlier could indicate that he doesn't have any parents or they're out on a mission. Either way, I might be on my own for now.
He concluded as he continued to walk, or he thought he was walking. Looking down Sam realized that he was somehow flying. He didn't know how but he was suspended in mid-air. A small maniacal smile graced his lips as the reality of his situation settled even further.
My race might be destined to die in who knows how long, but only if I do nothing. And, there's no way I'm sitting idle as a race of overpowered apes goes extinct.