Aikon always considered himself an ordinary teenager, one who simply loved the world of Dragon Ball. He spent countless hours watching Goku, Vegeta, and the other heroes face down impossible odds. He admired their strength, their unwavering will, and their endless determination to protect those they loved. They weren't just characters to him—they were heroes, and he wanted nothing more than to be like them.
But that day, the day everything changed, started out just like any other. It was a normal afternoon, with Aikon heading home from school after a tiring day. He walked the familiar path down the street, his mind half-focused on a conversation from class and half-lost in thoughts of his favourite Dragon Ball episodes. Life, it seemed, was routine—until it wasn't.
As Aikon passed an intersection, a car suddenly swerved out of control. The screeching tires and loud honk of the horn caught Aikon's attention, but there was no time to think. A woman, caught off guard by the speeding vehicle, stood frozen in place, unaware of the danger. Without thinking, Aikon rushed forward. His legs pushed him faster than he thought possible, his arms reaching out to shove her out of the car's path.
The impact was sudden and brutal. The car struck Aikon with the full force of its momentum, throwing him to the ground with a sickening crunch. Pain exploded in his body, and in that moment, Aikon knew he wouldn't make it. His vision blurred, his strength waning, but as he glanced at the woman—safe, now standing on the sidewalk—he knew his sacrifice had been worth it.
The last thing he heard was the woman's scream, echoing in his ears, before everything went dark.
When Aikon next opened his eyes, he was no longer on the ground, nor in the world he knew. He found himself in a vast, endless expanse of light and darkness, a place so different from anything he had ever imagined. It was neither comforting nor frightening, just... empty.
Confused, Aikon stood, taking in the surreal surroundings. He didn't know where he was or what had happened. The last thing he remembered was being struck by the car, and now… now, he was somewhere else entirely.
"You are in the afterlife," a voice suddenly boomed, calm yet powerful.
Aikon spun around, startled by the voice, and saw a figure materialize before him. The being appeared to be a man, draped in light, his features masked by a divine glow. He radiated an aura that made Aikon feel small, but not in an intimidating way—more as if he were standing before someone far wiser and older than anything he could comprehend.
"I am the god of this realm," the figure spoke again, his voice booming with authority and kindness in equal measure. "You have passed away, Aikon. But your story is far from over."
Aikon tried to speak, but his voice faltered. "I... I'm dead?"
"Yes," the god confirmed, nodding solemnly. "But you died with a heart of pure selflessness. You gave up your life to save another. It is rare, even among mortals, to show such courage."
Aikon swallowed hard. His thoughts raced. "But... I wasn't anything special. I just—"
"That is where you are wrong," the god interrupted gently. "You possess a potential beyond what you know. You have always dreamed of becoming a hero, and now, in this afterlife, you are given a unique opportunity to do so."
Aikon's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean? What opportunity?"
The god's smile deepened, a glint of amusement in his ethereal eyes. "You are granted three wishes, Aikon. You may wish for anything you desire, and I will grant them. But choose wisely, for once granted, these wishes will set you on a new path—a path that will shape not only your life but the very fate of the universe."
Aikon stood there, stunned. The god's words seemed impossible. Three wishes? It all felt like some kind of dream. Yet, somehow, he knew this wasn't a dream. It was real. He had been given a chance—a chance he couldn't waste.
He thought of all the things he had wished for during his life. He thought of the Dragon Ball series, of Goku's strength, Vegeta's pride, the legendary battles and transformations that had fascinated him. Aikon felt a stirring deep within, a longing to become something more than ordinary, to surpass the limitations of his human body.
"I want to be something beyond human," Aikon finally said, his voice filled with determination. "I wish... I wish to be a hybrid—half-Saiyan and half-Cerealian."
The god's eyes sparkled with approval. "An interesting choice. You have selected two powerful races, each with unique strengths. You shall be granted this wish."
As the words left the god's lips, a strange energy surged through Aikon's body. It felt like an awakening—a transformation that ran through his very veins, filling every fiber of his being. His muscles seemed to grow, his senses sharpened, and a primal power began to stir inside him.
"Your first wish is granted," the god said, and Aikon could feel the power coursing through him. He could sense the latent strength of the Saiyans, their warrior spirit. At the same time, he felt the serene wisdom and hidden potential of the Cerealian. It was overwhelming.
Aikon's heart raced. He wasn't sure if he was ready for this kind of power, but deep down, he knew it was what he wanted. He had always admired the warriors of Dragon Ball, and now, he was becoming one of them.
"But that's not all," Aikon said, his voice firm with resolve. "For my second wish, I want to become the Legendary Super Saiyan. I want the strength to rival the gods themselves."
The god's smile widened. "A bold wish, indeed. Very well, your second wish shall be granted."
The moment the god spoke those words, Aikon's body was consumed by an overwhelming energy. His hair stood on end, electricity crackling around him as his aura flared to life. His eyes burned with a golden intensity, and he could feel the power of the Super Saiyan awakening deep within him. He had always dreamed of this moment, but nothing could have prepared him for the sheer magnitude of it. The power surged through him like a roaring storm, wild and untamed.
"Your second wish is complete," the god said, his voice tinged with admiration. "You are now a Super Saiyan."
Aikon grinned, feeling unstoppable. The power he had always admired in his heroes was now his own. Yet, despite the incredible might he now possessed, there was a nagging feeling that lingered in the back of his mind. He remembered the stories—the stories of warriors who had lost control of their power, of heroes who had succumbed to their rage. Aikon didn't want that for himself.
"I have one final wish," Aikon said, his voice steady and unwavering. "For my third wish, I want full control over this power. I don't want to lose myself in it."
The god gave him a solemn nod. "A wise wish. Very well. Your third wish will grant you mastery over your newfound strength."
In an instant, Aikon felt a calming presence wash over him. The raging energy that had once felt uncontrollable was now balanced, tempered. It no longer threatened to overwhelm him. Instead, Aikon felt a deep connection to it, as though it were a part of him—a power he could wield without fear of it consuming him.
"Your wishes are complete," the god said, his voice echoing in the vast space. "You are now ready for your new life. Prepare yourself, Aikon, for what comes next."
Aikon's world suddenly blurred as a strange sensation tugged at him, pulling him away from the ethereal realm and into something else. He felt himself being carried through a vast, uncharted space—time seemed to lose its meaning as he travelled.
When the sensation faded, Aikon opened his eyes and realized he was no longer in the afterlife. He was in a small, enclosed space. He felt weightless, and when he looked outside the small window, his breath caught in his throat. He could see stars, distant planets, and a spaceship in the distance—his spaceship.
And then, his gaze fell upon two figures standing on a distant planet: a tall, muscular Saiyan with an unmistakable face, and a woman beside him, her long, flowing hair framing a face that radiated sorrow. It was Bardock and Muezli—two figures from Dragon Ball. Aikon felt an inexplicable connection to them, but how?
As he floated closer to Earth, memories began to stir in Aikon's mind. He remembered Fortuneteller Baba, the mysterious woman who could bring people back for a single day. He could hear her name echoing in his thoughts, as though fate itself was guiding him.
"Fortuneteller Baba…" Aikon whispered, his voice soft and childlike.
And then, before he knew it, a figure appeared before the spaceship. Floating toward him with effortless grace, it was her—Fortuneteller Baba.
With a knowing smile, she reached out and gently lifted Aikon from the spaceship, cradling him in her arms. "You've arrived, Aikon," she whispered. "Welcome to your new life."
As Baba descended toward Earth, Aikon felt a sense of calm wash over him. He was no longer just a fan of Dragon Ball—he was part of the story now, with the power to shape the future and a destiny that awaited him.
And thus began the journey of Aikon, the hybrid Saiyan-Cerealian, the legendary Super Saiyan, and the protector of Earth. A new chapter in the Dragon Ball saga had just begun.