Dragon Ball: Bardock

[No System] [Not Mindless] [Satisfying Farming Story]

My name is Bardock, the least valuable Low-Class Warrior among the Saiyans.

One day, memories of the future suddenly flood my mind. In fifteen years, that bastard Frieza will blow up Planet Vegeta with a single energy ball. The entire race will die, including me.

I just laughed. Die? Who said I was going to die?

I spent every last coin I had on a beat-up spaceship, converted it into a gravity chamber, and took twenty-four logistics crew members everyone else dismissed as dead weight with me into the depths of space to train like our lives depended on it. Frieza’s spies watched their Scouters and reported that Bardock’s power level was only three thousand, nothing to worry about. That was exactly what I wanted them to think. I was keeping my strength hidden.

Later, I allied with the natives of Planet Caz Three and took out the pirate chief of the West Galaxy. I found Earth’s Dragon Balls and dragged my fallen brothers back from hell one by one. Then I spread a false rumor about the Dragon Balls, luring Frieza’s main forces into the West Galaxy, where he ended up locked in a brutal fight with a bunch of lunatics.

While he couldn’t make it back, I overthrew his garrison and demolished King Vegeta’s palace, which had oppressed the Saiyans for centuries. In its place, I built a War God Academy and trained every Low-Class Warrior in the race into a tough fighter.

Frieza, haven’t you always feared the Super Saiyan?

Look no further.

We’re everywhere.