Three days—for an ordinary person—meant little more than eating nine meals and sleeping three times.
But for the fate of the entire Earth, these three days were the final calm before the storm.
In the eastern region, within a vast stretch of farmland, a slightly overweight middle-aged man wearing glasses sat on top of a stack of hay.
A stalk of dogtail grass dangled from the corner of his mouth as he casually toyed with a polished hunting rifle.
His real name didn't matter. What mattered was that everyone within dozens of miles knew him by one title:
The Farmer with the Hunting Rifle.
"The wheat's looking pretty good this year."
Squinting into the distance, the farmer watched the golden waves of wheat swaying in the wind while calculating in his mind whether a good harvest might finally let him buy a new pickup truck.
Suddenly a sharp, piercing screech tore across the sky.
It sounded like a giant rusted saw grinding against glass, making one's teeth ache.
The farmer instinctively covered his ears and looked up.
High in the sky, nearly ten thousand meters above, a crimson streak of fire tore through the atmosphere.
Trailing a long tail of black smoke, it plummeted toward the ground with terrifying momentum.
"A... a meteorite?!"
Startled, the farmer dropped his cigarette and scrambled toward his old, battered pickup truck.
BOOM!!!
A tremendous explosion shook the earth violently.
A shockwave mixed with scorching heat and dust blasted across the fields.
The pickup truck the farmer had just started was flipped over like a toy, tumbling several times before finally stopping.
"Cough... cough... my back..."
The farmer crawled out through the broken window, clutching his aching back as he stared ahead in horror.
The once-flat wheat field now contained a massive crater dozens of meters wide.
The ground at the bottom of the crater was charred black, thin trails of smoke still rising from it.
At the center of the crater lay a white spherical metallic object.
Its surface was smooth and seamless, with only a single red glass window at the front.
"What the heck is that... an alien spaceship?"
Though fear gripped him, curiosity—or perhaps sheer foolishness—drove the farmer forward.
Trembling, he raised his hunting rifle and cautiously approached.
"Hiss..."
The moment he stepped closer, the spherical craft suddenly opened with a sharp burst of escaping air.
A boot clad in brown combat armor stepped out.
Then a tall man wearing strange black-brown armor slowly emerged from the smoke.
His long black hair hung wildly down his back, and a furry tail was wrapped around his waist.
It was Raditz.
One of the last surviving Saiyans.
The older brother of Son Goku.
Standing at the edge of the crater with his arms crossed, Raditz surveyed the surroundings through the green scouter over his left eye.
His gaze was full of disdain, as if everything around him were worthless trash.
"So this is Earth?" Raditz smirked coldly.
"The air quality is acceptable, but the gravity is ridiculously weak. Did that idiot Kakarot grow up in such a comfortable environment?
No wonder he hasn't completed the planetary cleansing mission."
"Hey! You... who are you?!" The farmer raised his rifle, his voice trembling violently.
"This is private property! Don't move!"
Raditz tilted his head slightly.
Numbers began flashing across his scouter.
Beep... beep... beep...
[Target: Earth Native]
[Combat Power: 5]
"Hmph. Trash with a combat power of only five."
Raditz snorted disdainfully, barely even glancing at the farmer.
"A garbage planet like this still has so many life signals. It seems Kakarot has completely forgotten the Saiyan mission."
"D-don't come any closer! I have a gun!"
Overcome by fear, the farmer pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The bullet shot forward with a flash of fire, heading straight toward Raditz's forehead.
But Raditz simply raised two fingers casually.
Clink.
The sound of metal striking metal rang out.
The bullet—powerful enough to pierce a wild boar's skull—was now firmly pinched between Raditz's fingers.
"What?!"
The farmer's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
Catching a bullet with bare fingers?
Was this even human?
"Returning your toy."
Raditz flicked his finger.
Whoosh!
The bullet shot backward faster than it had been fired.
It pierced the fuel tank of the farmer's pickup truck, causing a small explosion.
The farmer screamed before being knocked unconscious by the blast wave.
"Utterly boring."
Raditz pressed a button on his scouter.
"Let's see where Kakarot is... Hmm? There are two relatively strong combat power readings in that direction."
At the same moment.
West City — Capsule Corporation.
Krillin, who had been sitting on the living room floor playing with building blocks with Trunks, suddenly froze.
A brutal and evil Ki had suddenly appeared within his perception.
Though not especially strong on a cosmic scale on Earth, it stood out like a blazing beacon.
He's here.
Beep!!!
The moment Raditz activated his scouter, a sharp alarm suddenly rang in Krillin's mind.
[Warning! External combat power scanning algorithm detected!]
[Capturing data stream...]
[Analyzing...]
[Compatible combat power evaluation system detected. Initiating adaptive upgrade...]
[Upgrade Progress: 1%... 50%... 100%]
[Ding! System interface updated to "Saiyan Saga Version."]
[AR Data Vision activated]
Krillin blinked.
The simple blue system panel he was familiar with disappeared.
In its place, a high-tech holographic interface appeared directly within his vision.
The world changed before his eyes.
He looked at Trunks.
A light-green data box appeared above the boy's head.
[Name: Trunks (Krillin's Son)]
[Race: Earthling (Contains Saitama Genetic Factor)]
[Status: Healthy (Excited)]
[Combat Power: 350]
"350?" Krillin raised an eyebrow.
Five years old and already at a power level of 350.
In the original story, when Raditz arrived, Goku and Piccolo only had power levels just above 400 after removing their weighted clothing.
Krillin then looked toward the kitchen.
Bulma was busy preparing food.
Another data panel appeared.
[.Name: Bulma]
[Race: Earthling]
[Combat Power: 4 (Variable when using high-tech weapons)]
[Special Attribute: Goddess of Science (Charm MAX)]
Finally, Krillin walked to a mirror.
The bald man staring back wore simple casual clothes, yet his eyes seemed to hold entire galaxies within them.
A data panel appeared above his reflection.
[Name: Krillin]
[Race: Earthling (Limiter Breaker)]
[Combat Power: 500 (Normal State · Severely Suppressed)]
[True Combat Power: Cannot Display]
[Reason: Multiple sealing techniques detected]
[Stamina: ∞ (Saitama Template Trait · Unlimited)]
[Charm: 199 (Locked · Mortal Peak)]
[Saitama Template Fusion Rate: 350%]
"500, huh..."
Krillin rubbed his bald head with a playful smile.
Raditz's scouter could only measure up to a few thousand before exploding.
To Raditz, the strongest fighters on Earth were only a few hundred.
He thought he was a wolf entering a flock of sheep.
Little did he know—
there was a Tyrannosaurus Rex disguised as a sheep, patiently waiting for him.
"Trunks."
Krillin turned around calmly.
"Huh? What is it, Dad?" Trunks asked while focusing on building his Lego castle.
"Stop playing. Go put on your battle suit."
Krillin untied the apron around his waist and tossed it aside.
A long-forgotten battle intent flickered in his eyes.
"We have a relative visiting."
Krillin smiled slightly.
"Let's go welcome him."
...
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