"Oh ho ho ho... the Dragon Balls? To think they can grant any wish imaginable."
"Mr. Vegeta, surely you aren't heading to Earth specifically because of these Dragon Balls, are you?"
Inside his lonely space pod, Vegeta's heart skipped a beat as Frieza's transmission flickered across his screen. Although Frieza was already aware of his detour to Earth, the galactic tyrant hadn't known the true motive—until now. Vegeta remained silent, offering no explanation. He knew words were useless; Frieza was not a man of trust.
The Saiyan Prince's only hope now was to reach Earth, secure the Dragon Balls, and wish for immortality. Only with an eternal life force would he possess the strength to finally overthrow the nightmare that was Frieza.
On a distant, unknown planet, Frieza stared into the void. Vegeta's silence was the only confirmation he needed. The trip to Earth was indeed a quest for those mystical spheres.
If the legends were true and any wish could be granted, then his own ambitions were finally within reach. Vegeta wanted them to stage a rebellion, but Frieza saw a different prize: a way to finally rid himself of the looming shadow of Beerus the Destroyer.
"Give the order," Frieza commanded, his voice cold and sharp. "Tell the Frieza Force to prepare for departure. We are going to Earth." He would personally lead the hunt, seize the Dragon Balls, and claim his ultimate destiny.
While Vegeta and Frieza plotted their moves with the confidence of those who could reach the target, the inhabitants of the Wanjie Multiverse were beginning to feel a sense of envy so intense it bordered on madness.
In the One Piece World, atop the jagged peaks of Onigashima, Kaido's massive frame shook. "The Dragon Balls... a wish for anything?" He let out a low, rumbling growl. Gold Rogers' legendary treasure, the One Piece, suddenly felt like a trinket in comparison.
If the Dragon Balls existed in his world, it wouldn't just be pirates chasing them; the Marines, the World Nobles, and the Five Elders would plunge the entire planet into a chaotic, bloody war. Wealth meant nothing in the face of such divine power.
It was a pity—a cruel joke of fate—that such artifacts were locked away in the Dragon Ball World. He could only watch the screen and seethe with frustration.
What if they were a lie? Kaido dismissed the thought instantly. The warriors of that world had already displayed the power to pulverize the Moon and shatter the Earth; a divine object of that caliber was perfectly consistent with their terrifying reality.
Across the dimensions in the Toriko World, the Gourmet Hunter Toriko was equally stunned. "A wish for anything? Man, if we had those here, I'd wish to skip the hunt and dive straight into Acacia's Full Course Menu!" He laughed, though a hint of genuine longing touched his eyes. Despite his love for the adventure, the Gourmet World was a brutal hellscape where survival was never guaranteed.
Nearby, Midora, the leader of the Gourmet Corp, harbored a darker, deeper desire. "With those spheres... I wouldn't just eat. I could revive Frohze-sama." To him, the resurrection of his mentor was worth more than any ingredient in existence.
He looked at his own hands, confident that his power rivaled the Saiyan Prince. If Vegeta didn't undergo that Great Ape transformation, Midora felt certain he could crush the invader. Yet, without the ability to traverse dimensions or the luck to have such artifacts in his own realm, his strength felt hollow.
Back in the Dragon Ball World, in the bustling laboratory of West City, Akira watched the broadcast with a pained expression. Yamcha's loose tongue had just broadcast the secret of the Dragon Balls to the entire multiverse. "Good grief, Yamcha," Akira muttered, shaking his head.
Because of that slip-up, the timeline was shifting. It wouldn't just be Vegeta and Nappa arriving; Frieza's arrival on Earth was now an inevitability. The peaceful fields of Earth were destined to become a more violent battlefield than Namek ever was. However, as a transmigrator, Akira wasn't panicked. He knew the mechanics of the system.
As long as he continued to post these legendary transformation videos, he would receive rewards that surpassed anything the Dragon Balls could offer. He could choose the Ki, the techniques, or the raw power of any character he featured.
By the time the tyrants arrived, he might possess the Hakai of Beerus or the grace of the Angels. Even the threat of a future Black Frieza seemed distant when one had the potential to wield the power of Zeno. Besides, the secret was bound to come out eventually.
"The Great Ape video was just the appetizer," Akira whispered, his fingers flying across the interface to prepare the next upload. "It's time to show the Heavens and the Myriad Worlds what a real Saiyan looks like. It's time to show them why there aren't many hair colors left for this race."
He smiled, imagining the look on Vegeta's prideful face and Frieza's terrified eyes when they saw what was coming. For them, it was a ghost story—a legend of a warrior that hadn't been seen in a thousand years.
The screen across the multiverse flickered to life once more, the title burning in golden letters:
The Most Classic Transformation in History — The Super Saiyan!
"When this form first appeared," Akira's narration echoed across the dimensions, "all other transformations in existence paled in comparison."
This wasn't mere hype; it was an objective truth. While the Super Saiyan form would eventually become common in the later eras and among the Saiyans of Universe 6, its debut was an event that shook the foundation of reality itself.
In the world Akira came from, it was a cultural phenomenon; here, in the Wanjie Multiverse, it was about to become a nightmare for some and a god-tier aspiration for others.
As the video began to buffer, a heavy, suffocating pressure seemed to bleed through the screens, signaling the arrival of a legend. Vegeta, Nappa, and Frieza stared, paralyzed. They knew the myths. They knew the prophecy. They were about to witness the birth of the golden warrior.