On the golden plains of Planet Sadala in Universe 6, where the sky shimmered with a turquoise hue and the wind carried the scent of burnt grass and freedom, a young Saiyan sat by the edge of a crystal-clear lake. His hair—a jet-black mane cascading like a wild waterfall—caught the sunlight like a living embodiment of night. His eyes, dark and deep like a stellar abyss, seemed to pierce the soul of anyone bold enough to meet his gaze. His pale skin contrasted with his perfectly sculpted physique—not as bulky as a bodybuilder, but far from slim. As he liked to put it, he was "the embodiment of aesthetic perfection."
Tall, imposing, with an air of natural arrogance, he looked like a warrior god… until he opened his mouth.
"Hey, Caulifla, Fierce Beast of the Universe!" shouted the young man known as Okarin—the Transmigrated Great Sage of Eternal Chaos. He was lounging against a rock, lazily poking at the air with a stick. "I have a life-or-death question."
Caulifla—a medium-sized Saiyan with messy, black hair streaked with silver highlights in the sunlight—was a few meters away, practicing punches on a tree that looked like it was about to surrender. Her spiky hair shook with each strike, and her expression was a mix of irritation and focus. At Okarin's voice, she turned her head so fast it almost popped off.
"What do you want now, Stone Face?!" she roared, a vein throbbing on her forehead. "I'm training, you idiot! Go bother someone else!"
Nearby, Kale—the timid Saiyan with straight hair and a shy gaze—watched from the shadow of a nearby tree. Her cheeks flushed as she nervously clasped her hands, clearly uneasy with the tension. She said nothing, but her eyes followed Okarin's every move like he was some kind of living riddle.
Okarin stood up slowly, adjusting the black robe he always wore (because, according to him, "Robes are the official uniform of supreme sages"). He walked to the lake, pausing to admire his reflection in the crystal waters. His mane danced in the breeze, and his black eyes gleamed with an intensity that would make any enemy tremble—or so he believed.
"First," Okarin began with a completely deadpan face, like he was reciting an ancient sutra, "my name is not 'Stone Face,' it's Okarin, the Great Sage who illuminates the stars with his mere presence. Second, never let anger cloud your judgment. The path of a warrior is like a river: it flows, but never overflows. And third…" He paused dramatically, turning to Caulifla with one finger raised. "If you keep punching that tree, don't you think it's going to complain to the god of forests? Justice must be freaking served—even for trees!"
Caulifla froze mid-punch. Her eyes widened, and for a moment, it looked like she might explode. Then, with a roar that shook the ground, she punched the air, unleashing a shockwave.
"WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!" she shouted, charging at Okarin with clear intent to hit him. "I'm gonna wipe that smug face off your stupid head!"
Kale let out a small squeak and took a step back. "C-Caulifla, don't fight!" she stammered, but her voice was drowned out.
Okarin dodged Caulifla's punch with a fluid motion that looked more like dancing. "Ha! See? Too slow, Fierce Beast. Your rage is like a tiger without claws: loud, but harmless."
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Caulifla roared, unleashing a flurry of blows that Okarin dodged with an unbearably smug grin.
Still hiding behind the tree, Kale muttered to herself, "H-He's so... brave... or maybe just completely insane…"
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As Okarin continued provoking Caulifla, his mind drifted to the past—as it often did when things got boring (or when he needed to feed his ego with epic memories).
Five years ago, he wasn't Okarin, the Transmigrated Great Sage. No, he was just a regular office worker on Earth, whose greatest accomplishment was binging an anime series in one weekend. But one day, while eating instant ramen and watching Dragon Ball Z, lightning struck his apartment—or so he assumed, because everything suddenly went black.
When he opened his eyes, he wasn't on his couch surrounded by empty containers. He was in the body of a Saiyan child on Planet Vegeta… in Universe 7. His new black eyes and wild hair shocked him, but the real horror began when he saw Frieza floating in the sky, about to destroy the planet.
"Damn it, System! Status! Golden Finger! Cheat Code!!" he had shouted in panic, yelling every transmigrator catchphrase he knew. "Why the hell did you put me here?! Give me a cheat or something!"
[Transmigration System of the Great Sage: Calm down, user! You've been blessed with the body of a pure-blooded Saiyan. Your potential is unlimited!]
"Unlimited my ass!... That's not helpful if I'm about to blow up with the planet!" he yelled, running through the chaotic Saiyan city.
He tried to escape in a pod, but just as he was about to launch, a glowing crack appeared in the sky, like the universe itself had split. Without any explanation, the crack sucked him in—and when he awoke, he was lying in the sands of Planet Sadala in Universe 6, coughing up dirt, surrounded by Saiyans who stared at him like he was some kind of alien freak.
That's when he met Caulifla, Kale, and Cabba.
Well, "met" is putting it generously. Caulifla found him unconscious in a crater, kicked him awake, and yelled at him for "messing up her planet." Kale timidly offered him water, and Cabba tried to stop Caulifla from finishing him off.
Since then, Okarin had stuck with them—mostly because he enjoyed annoying Caulifla and because the System kept giving him ridiculous missions like "Make Kale laugh" or "Convince Caulifla you're a god" (both with absurdly good rewards, like "+5% Cosmic Charisma").
Back to the Present
Caulifla finally gave up chasing Okarin and collapsed onto the ground, panting. "You… are the most INSUFFERABLE person I've ever met," she growled, pointing a trembling finger at him. "One day, I swear, I'm gonna beat the crap out of you."
Okarin inspected his nails with fake boredom. "Violence solves nothing, Fierce Beast. As the great cosmic philosopher—namely, me—once said: 'A punch without purpose is like noodles without sauce: useless and sad.'"
Kale let out a timid giggle, covering her mouth. Caulifla looked at her in disbelief. "Kale! Don't encourage this idiot!"
Okarin smiled, winking at Kale. "Relax, Little Shy One. Someday, even you will be blinded by my greatness."
Kale blushed so hard she nearly fainted, while Caulifla screamed in frustration and got back on her feet to attack him again.
Deep down, Okarin knew this life on Sadala—full of fights, jokes, and absurd moments—was far better than his old life on Earth.
But what he didn't know was that, on the distant horizon, dark clouds were beginning to gather.
Something—or someone—was watching the Saiyans of Universe 6…And Okarin, the Transmigrated Great Sage, was about to be caught in chaos far beyond just annoying Caulifla.