Alex was a typical 19-year-old, deeply entrenched in the world of anime. Every evening, he'd sink into his couch, the familiar theme of Dragon Ball Z echoing through the room. He loved following Goku, Vegeta, and especially Goten, the young Saiyan with immense potential and a carefree spirit that who's being wasted in Dragon Ball Super. Today, however, was different he had a mission.

Excitedly, Alex had just finished watching his favorite episodes and was now headed to the store to grab a copy of Dragon Ball Sparking Zero. The thought of playing as in the newest game thrilled him, and he practically jogged down the street, imagining epic battles and transformations.

As he crossed the road, lost in thought about his gaming strategy, a sudden honking jolted him back to reality. He barely had time to react before Truck-kun came barreling down the street. The impact was swift, and everything went black.

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——————————————————-When Alex regained consciousness, he felt... different. As he blinked against the brightness, he realized he was lying on a soft pillow. The room around him was unmistakably familiar yet strangely altered.

Panic set in as he tired to stand up but failed, glancing down at his hands. They were small, smaller than he remembered. He looked to a nearby mirror and gasped. Staring back at him was none other than, the spiky hair and innocent smile but.

Alex: "What the?" his mind racing. "Am I... Goten?" Memories flooded in, a blend of his own life and Goten's as he realizes he's just two years old.

The world of Dragon Ball is vast, filled with adventures waiting to unfold. As Goten, Alex was ready to seize every moment, turning his dreams into reality. After all, he was a half Saiyan, and he had a legacy to uphold as he smiles.