Dragon Ball: The Legendary Reincarnation

In the dimly lit chamber, a young boy measuring 1.3 meters keeps his body completely inverted, balancing on the tip of a single finger of his right hand.

His defined muscles are tense, displaying incredible strength as he defies gravity with absolute precision.

With his feet stretched upward toward the ceiling and his legs trembling slightly from the effort, he maintains a posture so unnatural that it would be unimaginable for most people.

In his other hand, raised in the air with unsettling balance, he holds a thick book on aerospace engineering.

His focused gaze scans the pages, as if absorbing complex concepts while performing an exercise that should demand his entire physical concentration.

He is so engrossed in the text that he seems oblivious to the crushing weight of a force ten times greater than normal, as indicated by the glowing letters on the wall: "Gravity: 10x."

Beside the notice, a circular switch glows discreetly, allowing for adjustments to the gravitational intensity.

Separating the chamber from the outer corridor, a wall of dark, technological glass adds a futuristic touch to the space.

On the inside, it is completely invisible, blending seamlessly with the environment. However, for those outside, the barrier is distinctly visible, with a slight opacity reflecting the surroundings.

Outside, Dr. Briefs, the genius behind inventions like the Hoi-Poi capsules, observes attentively.

Leaning against the glass, he maintains his relaxed posture, his iconic disheveled white hair revealing both his brilliance and casual indifference.

"This young man is very strong," he comments in his usual laid-back tone, adjusting his glasses as they slide slightly down his nose.

Next to him, a blonde woman holds a soda can with a smiling expression. She seems equally impressed and amused.

"Dad, why are you working for this boy?" asks a blonde girl with a curious tone, gesturing with the soda can in her hand.

Dr. Briefs lets out a peculiar, tranquil smile.

"Don't be mistaken, Tights. I'm not working for him. We're cooperating. He's working with me."

Surprised, a younger girl with blue hair, clearly brimming with questions, raises her eyebrows.

"Wow! Is that boy a scientist too?"

The blonde woman chuckles, taking a sip of her soda. With a carefree smile, she casually gestures toward the young man.

"Scientist or not, he's really strong. That's impossible to deny."

Unhappy about being treated like some sort of attraction at an amusement park by the Briefs family, Kaelor decided to end his training abruptly.

He crossed the room with firm steps, his irritation evident.

Bikini, with a surprised expression, turned to Dr. Briefs and remarked:

"He seems bothered by us, dear."

Before anyone could respond, Kaelor, already about to exit through the automated door, stopped and replied with a hint of mockery:

"Bothered by you? What an idea. I would never be bothered by the constant presence of the charming Briefs family staring at me every single day during my training."

His tone, dripping with sarcasm, lingered in the air, but as if unaware, they all smiled warmly and nodded in unison, satisfied with his "polite" response.

Kaelor internally rolled his eyes and ignored their reaction. He had grown used to it over the past few weeks.

However, what truly bothered him was something much deeper: he saw no progress in his training.

Despite his intense efforts, he felt stagnant and anxious.

This dissatisfaction had been growing in his mind like a constant shadow.

Moreover, another pressing matter weighed on him. The urgent desire to return to space, to try to save his family before it was too late, consumed him.

He didn't know how much time he truly had, but the existence of Bulma made him suspect it was even shorter than he feared.

In response, Kaelor began to optimize every second of his day, carefully dividing his time between physical training and strategic studies.

Over the past month, he had collected the Dragon Balls but still hadn't decided exactly what to wish for.

He could, of course, use the balls to bring his family directly to Earth, but the limitations of Shenron's wishes left him uncertain.

For instance, Shenron couldn't face forces exceeding the power of the Dragon Balls' creator. Frieza, for example, was an entity Shenron could never overcome.

Other options also had their difficulties. He could wish to go to Namek and use the more powerful Dragon Balls there, but how would he return to Earth?

This dilemma forced him to meticulously consider every possibility. Kaelor knew that despite the Dragon Balls' near-limitless potential, there were nuances and weaknesses.

Simple wishes, like immortality or rejuvenation, were easily achievable, but complex issues involving incredibly strong beings or cosmic distances still posed challenges.

As he pondered his choices, an unexpected idea passed through his mind like a comet streaking across the sky: what if he went to the planet Yardrat?

He knew the inhabitants of that planet were masters of unique techniques, including the legendary Instant Transmission.

With that ability, he could traverse vast distances in the universe without relying on the Dragon Balls to come and go.

This thought ignited him with determination. For the rest of that day, Kaelor nurtured the idea like a newly lit flame.

Finally, he made a resolute decision: he would use the Dragon Balls to reach Yardrat and learn Instant Transmission.

With this technique in hand, he would be free from physical and logistical barriers, ready to face the challenges necessary to save his family and perhaps even change the course of his story.

"Is this the Dragon Ball tracker?" Kaelor asked, analyzing the object in his hands.

Dr. Briefs responded with a casual smile:

"Exactly."

Kaelor frowned, intrigued. The tracker's design was entirely different from the style he was accustomed to at Capsule Corporation.

Instead of being rounded, like almost everything at the company—from the buildings to the Hoi-Poi capsules—the tracker had a square shape, reminiscent of a modern smartphone.

"I wanted to innovate with the design. What you proposed was very good, but… it didn't completely satisfy me. Go figure, right?" Dr. Briefs explained in his usual nonchalant tone.

Kaelor didn't respond immediately. With the tracker in hand, he could now locate the last Dragon Ball needed to complete his collection.

Up to that point, he had obtained most of the Dragon Balls with the help of Uranai Baba, but the old mystic had disappeared again. She was on her fifth vacation of the year, leaving Kaelor frustrated.

"And the Scouter?" Kaelor asked without taking his eyes off the tracker, pressing a few test commands as if "playing" with the device.

Dr. Briefs shrugged, slightly puzzled.

"I thought you had already taken it. It disappeared from my desk."

Kaelor didn't need much thought to deduce who the likely culprit was: Bulma.

The young woman had a history of uncontrollable curiosity and impulsive adventures that had caused similar situations before.

As Kaelor remained absorbed in the tracker, Dr. Briefs took the opportunity to update him on the progress of the spaceship.

"I'm facing some labor shortages," he admitted, crossing his arms as he spoke. "It's an ambitious project, no doubt. But in a little while, I believe we'll get it done. Everything's on track."

Kaelor paused for a moment, looked at the scientist, and abruptly commented:

"I need more books. I've finished the ones you lent me."

Before Briefs could respond or offer a solution, Kaelor turned on his heels and left the room, ending the conversation unceremoniously.

Dr. Briefs remained still for a moment, clearly taken aback by the young man's arbitrary and impatient attitude. However, he let out a small laugh and murmured to himself:

"He's an arrogant young man… but, I must admit, I like him."

The room fell silent again, with Dr. Briefs reorganizing his thoughts, while Kaelor walked away.

In a spacious, well-lit room, a blue-haired girl was curiously handling a small white device with a translucent red lens.

Her nimble fingers were almost disassembling the object as she examined it from every angle.

"So that's where the Scouter was," Kaelor commented aloud as he entered the room, interrupting Bulma's concentration.

Without ceremony, he walked over and took the device directly from her hands.

"Hey! Kaelor, give it back! I just wanted to open it up and see how it works. I was going to return it to my dad later," Bulma protested, crossing her arms in a mix of stubbornness and curiosity.

With an ironic smile and a firm tone, Kaelor replied:

"The Scouter is mine. Besides, if you're so interested, just go to the workshop and look at the project diagram. You don't need to take anything apart."

Bulma huffed slightly but didn't argue further. Her insatiable curiosity made the idea of examining the diagram even more appealing.

With a smile that reflected her excitement, she left the room with determined steps toward the workshop.

Kaelor watched her leave and sighed. "Are geniuses always like this?" he thought to himself.

"Brilliant in one area but completely oblivious in others."

He briefly reflected on the people he knew: Goku, a natural prodigy in martial arts but utterly clueless about basic everyday matters; Bulma, a genius in everything related to science and technology but frequently lacking common sense.

With the Scouter in hand, Kaelor headed to the training chamber.

Although he could estimate his power level based on his perception of Ki, the Scouter offered absolute precision, something he valued greatly in his quest for self-improvement.

Inside the chamber, he positioned himself at the center, adjusted the device to his face, and focused his Ki.

The air around him grew dense as his energy rose. The Scouter emitted a soft beep, and soon, the numbers on the screen stabilized: 18,000.

Kaelor let out a small smile of satisfaction as he observed the number. He had expected something close to that, but seeing his assumption confirmed brought an unexpected sense of relief.

"Eighteen thousand," he murmured to himself, savoring the achievement.

This number wasn't just any value; it was a milestone that would place him at the top of Saiyan society—a level reached by few.

Now, with the Scouter's precise validation, he could confidently affirm that all the effort and sacrifices of recent years were paying off.

He closed his eyes for a moment, allowing himself to be flooded by a rare feeling of tranquility.

His training was indeed yielding results, and each step brought him closer to his goals.