Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

A young man with purplish skin, pointed ears, and white hair muttered in a frivolous tone in a chaotic, milky-white space.

Before him lay a view that appeared out of thin air, like a window.

As he slid his finger, the scenes inside moved forward or backward, but after flipping through them for a long time, he seemed to lose interest in the scenes.

"Sure enough, we can't find Mr. Tomat anywhere. He doesn't belong to this world—nor does he belong to Mr. Goku's world. He doesn't exist in the original history of either world. He must have come from some unknown world and been tossed around. No wonder Mr. Tomat hated Mom and the others so much after he found out the truth."

The young man muttered to himself, his gaze unconsciously drawn to another figure.

That was the Great Emperor, who was also floating in this space for some unknown reason.

"Hmm? What a wonderful encounter."

It was at that moment that an interesting idea suddenly came to mind for the young man.

As things stand, the possibilities of this world have been stifled.

If none of the existing factors can bring about change, and the possibility is zero, then naturally no other parallel world can be created.

So, would introducing factors from other worlds cause changes in this world whose trajectory is already fixed?

Although it wasn't the world he usually operated in, the potential fluctuations that this novel approach might cause were indeed very interesting to him.

The young man immediately thought of the most suitable person—a man who didn't belong to this world, yet with whom he had a profound connection.

The space here was like a zero-gravity environment. The Great Emperor, who had thought he was dead, was neither surprised nor taken aback upon hearing the young man's voice. He simply flapped his short wings a few times, came to the young man's side, and asked impatiently:

"And who are you, kid? If this is hell, then you're the real demon. Why aren't there any scalding hot oil or volcanoes here, or some lowly soldiers dressed in death metal with iron forks throwing me into hell?"

For the emperor, death was not terrible; boredom was far more terrifying. If the afterlife meant spending time in an empty world with someone of unknown origin, then he did have some regrets.

"Unfortunately—it's quite a drive from here to hell, but I don't know how you got in here, Mr. Penguin."

"But Mr. Penguin, how about we make a bet?"

The young man chuckled, not minding the emperor's unruly attitude at all, and instead proposed a bet to the other party with great interest.

"What are we betting on? Who will get bored out of their mind first?"

The emperor was intrigued by this, and since it sounded like something amusing, he wasn't going to refuse it, as it seemed far more interesting than worrying about the current situation.

"Let's bet on whether someone who has the ability to change everything, yet has no connection to this world, can save it, and what the world will become after it's been saved."

"Will he remain indifferent to everything that's happening here and rush back to where he's supposed to be, or will he, like you, Mr. Penguin, try to do something?"

As he spoke, the young man drew the short knife strapped to his waist, cleaved through space, and sucked Tomat, who was still moving in another world, into the torrent of time.

"I bet he won't do anything."

The young man shrugged and stated his opinion.

“Well, this is an interesting bet. I don’t even know who you’re asking me to bet on. But that’s how bets are supposed to be—full of uncertainty, and you end up in something that might be someone else’s trap.”

The emperor did not hesitate and accepted the overly vague bet quite directly.

“Since you say ‘he can’t do it,’ then I’ll bet that he ‘can do it’ and do it on a big scale.”

"A bet without winners or losers is boring, especially a bet without gains or losses. Kid, tell me what happens if you win?"

The Emperor continued to ask.

“If I win, I will preserve this world that he has changed, instead of eliminating it after the experiment as usual.”

The young man casually uttered a shocking statement.

"I don't understand, but it doesn't matter."

But the emperor responded with indifference.

After a moment of silence, the young man asked again:

"Aren't you going to ask what will happen if you lose?"

"The word 'losing a bet' does not exist in the Emperor's dictionary."

After a long time, when the iceberg that Tomat had unintentionally created reappeared on Terra, the Emperor, who had been watching all this with the young man, suddenly found his body fading away.

The emperor realized that he no longer needed to stay there and argue with this strange young man.

And he has already won his gamble.

"Ha, kid, looks like it's time to say goodbye—I'm the winner."

"Don't worry, I won't go back on my word."

The next moment, the emperor awoke on the glacier.

Having rested long enough, he's now ready to wreak havoc in Terra with another mysterious figure and the rest of the group.

*This can be understood as the difference between "Universe 7 and its parallel world" and "universes with different numbers" in Dragon Ball.

[Event] Fool's Day Stories: Part Twenty-One - Vitality

Night fell.

People rarely fall into a deep sleep under a clear starry sky.

However, many people still couldn't fall asleep for a long time, and they were among the few Amiyas who knew that the total attack by the Terrorfish would arrive in two or three days.

They were still unsure what measures Tomat would take when that moment arrived.

"Ah, Doctor...you're still awake?"

"...Haha, I ate too much during the day, so I'm taking a walk to help digest."

The two met on the rooftop of a high-rise building, but Amiya did not expose the doctor's seemingly joking lie. She knew that the doctor was also worried about what would happen in a few days.

"Speaking of which, has the Doctor seen Mr. Thomas? He's not in the room we arranged for him; the lights and door are on, and there's no one inside."

In response to Amiya's question, the Doctor looked up at the clear, unpolluted starry sky, then raised his hand and pointed to a pale blue star.

It was only then that Amiya noticed that the pale blue star seemed to be too close to the ground.

"Wait...that's Mr. Thomas!?"

Amiya gasped in surprise as she realized that the shimmering points of light were not real stars, but rather a ball of light held in the hands of Tomat, who was suspended in mid-air.

"At that height, flying up would be a bit difficult, and I have no idea what he was doing."

She knew she couldn't reach that level, but she didn't call out to Thomas to interrupt what he was doing.

The Doctor and Amiya stood there, heads tilted back, waiting for Thomas's next move.

Tomat sighed slightly, even from a distance where the two couldn't see each other's faces.

"Using a regular Spirit Bomb directly... is a bit of a stretch."

The sphere in Tomat's palm, less than twenty centimeters in diameter, radiating a gentle and constant light, was the life energy he had just collected from the entire planet.

However, the quantity was pitifully small, far below his expectations.

The natural conditions here are terrible, and due to the presence of the Beast Lord, nature has a strong "self-awareness" and is unwilling to respond to Tomat's moves and share its energy.

Ignoring their wishes and forcibly extracting their vitality is not impossible, but it might be putting the cart before the horse when it comes to the goal of "protecting Terra".

Even if marine life destroys nature, at least it will leave behind an ecological environment where they can survive.

But if Tomat were to really go all out to extract energy, he could probably turn the entire planet into a dead star.

While it would be very easy to wipe them all out with our own power, he still hoped that people could resolve this matter on their own.

"Less than 100,000 people... I don't know if the energy they contributed is enough."

Tomath pondered this in his mind while throwing out the Spirit Bomb in his hand.

The Spirit Bomb, no longer under their control, expanded, but instead of exploding, it transformed into tiny blue specks of light, some sinking to the ground, others dissipating into the air.

This blue light is different from the light most commonly emitted by Haisi. It does not make people feel dizzy or lost, nor does it intuitively make them feel dangerous or afraid.

On the contrary, just looking at them felt like being enveloped by a loving gaze.

Amiya extended her right hand, letting a point of light fall into her palm. The point of light dissolved into the wound, and the back of her hand—the affected area covered with Originium crystals—suddenly felt a warmth.

She quickly turned her hand over to check, but the infected person monitoring device on her body did not issue any alerts.

"An illusion? Why do I feel like the Originium on the back of my hand... has shrunk?"

"No, it's not an illusion, it has indeed shrunk."

The doctor, watching from the side, expressed with considerable certainty that Amiya's discovery was correct.

At this moment, Tomat also noticed the two people on the platform. He released his levitation and landed next to them, greeting them in a relaxed tone.

"Aren't you going to sleep? It's already very late."

"Haha, I couldn't sleep, so I came out for some fresh air. After all, it's been a long time since we've smelled such fresh air."

The doctor smiled, seemingly having no intention of going back to rest.

"Go to sleep. Getting enough rest is the biggest help you can give me."

"Eat well and sleep well these few days. Eat and play as you please. Don't let your spirit and body get depressed."

Thomas gave a few more instructions, as if looking after someone, and then uttered a seemingly random question that brought up something they had wanted to ask but hadn't yet:

"After all, how the war will turn out is up to you."

He finally mentioned it.

These words left both of them quite confused.

Although they were prepared to offer assistance, the idea of ​​"it's up to you"—a responsibility that seemed too heavy for any human being to bear—made them wonder if Tomat was joking.

"Hmm... us? Should we use our strength?"

In response to Amiya's question, Tomat explained:

“This time, I don’t need you to prepare pots and pans. I really need you—or rather, all of humanity’s power—to add fuel to the fire.”

"Of course I can take care of the terror fish by myself, but do you want to 'defeat them with your own strength'?"

There's no need to wait for an answer to this kind of question.

When faced with such a situation, who wouldn't hope to defeat the terror fish with their own strength?

However, after experiencing so much, people have come to accept that such a delusion has absolutely no chance of being realized.