Dragon Ball: I, Kakarot, have no regrets

Dragon Ball: I, Kakarot, have no regrets Author: Cat who eats peppers

Summary:

The story all begins with the encounter between a boy and a girl. What would happen if the person who married Son Goku was Bulma instead of Chi-Chi?

Vegeta looked at the blond Kakarot and fell into deep thought.

Chapter 1 The beginning of everything

(This is my first time writing, so please forgive me if my writing is a little bad in the early stage. It will get better later.)

AIJI740

"Goodbye, Kakarot!"

Bardock pressed his palm tightly against the glass, muttering silently in his heart as he looked at Kakarot in the aircraft.

One year later, Ai Ji 741

A spherical spaceship turned into a meteorite and fell into Baozi Mountain. An old man found a baby inside and slowly picked it up.

"From now on, you will be called Sun Wukong!"

End of 748 A.D.

"I, I, who am I?" A crab-headed boy covered his head and muttered to himself in confusion.

The crab-headed boy calmed down and looked around at the woods and the house behind him. In an instant, he seemed to remember something.

He is both Sun Wukong and an ordinary young man on Earth, or rather, their souls are merged.

"I didn't expect that when I was watching the three generations of Dragon Ball Heroes in the same frame, I suddenly traveled through time. No, maybe it's not called traveling through time." Sun Wukong stared at the sky, his pupils dilated.

"I am neither Son Goku nor Yan Ni, or maybe I should be called both! Whatever, from today on I am Son Goku, or - Kakarot!"

Sun Wukong walked into the house, lay on the bed, and thought about what to do next.

"It's the end of the 748th year of the Aki era, which means it's been less than a year since I met Bulma." Sun Wukong muttered to himself while looking at the calendar on the wall.

In fact, he had imagined more than once what would happen if he traveled to the Dragon Ball world.

If you become a Saiyan, you can't escape 4 points: Senzu Beans, Dragon Balls, Gravity Room and learning how to use Chi.

Coming back to his senses, Sun Wukong looked around, and his mind couldn't help but recall the little things that happened a few years ago, and his eyes couldn't help but become moist.

If it had happened a year earlier, perhaps grandpa would not have died.

No, it’s been less than a year since grandpa died, so he can be resurrected with the Dragon Balls.

However, grandpa seemed to have met his love in the underworld - Taishang Laojun, and perhaps he would not agree to resurrect him.

"No matter what, the first step is to find Master Roshi and become his disciple." Sun Wukong jumped up from the bed and stretched his muscles.

He picked up the Ruyi stick on the wall and began his journey to become an apprentice.

Half a month later, Sun Wukong was floating on the sea, looking at the small island ahead, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "Finally found it!"

At this time, Master Roshi was lying on a recliner reading a pornographic magazine, with an obscene smile on his face from time to time. Perhaps he was too focused on reading and did not notice the quiet arrival of Sun Wukong.

"Hello, Grandpa Turtle Hermit, my name is Sun Wukong, and I want to be your disciple!"

The sudden sound in his ear scared Master Roshi so much that he became so flustered that the pornographic magazine fell to the ground.

Master Roshi came to his senses, picked up the magazine on the ground, dusted it off, and looked at the boy in front of him.

"You want to take me as your master, and then you can be called Son Wukong. Wait, Son Wukong?" Master Roshi pushed his sunglasses and looked at Son Wukong.

"Yes, Grandpa Master Roshi, my name is Son Goku, and Son Gohan is my grandpa." Son Gokong said to Master Roshi with a smile on his face.

I glanced at the magazine in Master Roshi's hand and couldn't help but think that Master Roshi is still the same lecherous old man.

"Gohan's grandson, how is Gohan doing recently?" Master Roshi couldn't help but recall his two disciples.

Master Roshi waited for a long time but heard no response. He looked at the crab-headed boy, but found that he was hesitating and unable to speak.

"Grandpa, Grandpa is dead." Sun Wukong still said the words he didn't want to say.

Hearing this, Master Roshi was stunned for a few seconds. "Alas, the dead are gone, child, there is no need for you to be sad anymore." Master Roshi was also very upset, but he still comforted Sun Wukong.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Do you want to be my disciple? You are Gohan's grandson. I can agree to it, but my training will be very hard."

Perhaps because of Gohan’s death, Master Roshi did not ask Son Goku to bring a beautiful woman with him and became very serious.

"Thank you, Grandpa Kame-sensei!"

Master Roshi looked at the sky and found that it was still morning, so he turned to Goku and said, "Since you have accepted me as your master, the training will begin today. Come with me."

Afterwards, Master Roshi brought Sun Wukong to a cliff. He carved the word "turtle" on a stone and threw it down the cliff.

"Do you see that stone? Find it. If you find it, you will have food to eat today. If you can't find it, you will go hungry today." After saying this, Master Roshi left without looking back.

Sun Wukong looked at the familiar scene in front of him and couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, Grandpa Kame-sensei!"

Five days passed in a blink of an eye. Sun Wukong could clearly feel that he was slowly getting stronger. Unfortunately, this was not enough. He wanted to get stronger even faster!

Early in the morning of that day, after delivering the milk, Sun Wukong found Master Roshi and discovered that Master Roshi was reading a pornographic magazine again. He couldn't help but smile and an idea came to his mind.

Sun Wukong carefully came to Master Kame and shouted with all his might: "Grandpa Master Kame!"

The loud shouting frightened Master Kame so much that he jumped up from the recliner. He immediately hid the pornographic magazine and coughed twice in a pretentious manner.

"Ahem, ahem, Goku, what's wrong with you?"

Sun Wukong was amused by the way Master Roshi pretended to be a serious person, but he held back his laughter. If he laughed, he would definitely get a beating.

"Grandpa Kame, I want to train harder. I have a special physique since I was a child, and I feel that this amount of training is not enough."

"No problem, I will slowly increase the training amount starting tomorrow. It's nothing, just continue training." In fact, Master Roshi also saw the special physique of Sun Wukong.

The amount of training he gives to Son Goku now is the same as the amount of training he gave to his two disciples, Son Gohan and the other one. Son Gohan and the others were exhausted after training before, but Son Goku just sweated a little and took a few breaths after training.

Half a year later, on a wasteland, two figures were fighting quickly. From an ordinary person's perspective, the two seemed like two black shadows colliding constantly, and each collision would leave cracks on the ground.

Master Kame punched Goku on the head. Goku raised his left hand to block Master Kame's attacking arm. Then he condensed a ball of energy in his right hand and smashed it at Master Kame. Master Kame instantly moved more than ten meters away.

“That’s right, Goku, you can fight me on equal terms in just half a year.” In fact, Master Roshi had never seen a genius like Goku who could fight him on equal terms in just half a year.

Sun Wukong scratched his crab head, smiled and said: "Thanks to Master Kame for training me."

Sun Wukong always felt that after traveling through time, his own talent had become even more terrifying. Perhaps the amount of training had increased, but it had only been half a year and they were already on par with each other.

It is possible that his fighting ability is stronger than Master Roshi, but his martial arts skills are not as good as Master Roshi's, but this is simply impossible in the original work.

"I have nothing more to teach you. All that's left is for you to hone your martial arts skills. You should also get out more often. Training alone will never make you a martial arts master." Master Roshi looked at Son Gokong and couldn't help but feel emotional.

"Ah? Grandpa Kame, are you going to chase me away?"

"I'm just letting you go out for some experience. Before you leave, I'm giving you something - the Somersault Cloud. Of course, this depends on whether you can ride on it."

Master Roshi looked at Sun Wukong and seemed reluctant to leave, and the corners of his mouth twitched. This kid has a really big appetite. It would be good for him to go out and gain some experience.

Looking at the somersault cloud in front of him, to be honest, Sun Wukong felt a little nervous. He was not the Sun Wukong in the original novel, and perhaps he was not as sincere as before. Whether he could sit on it depended entirely on luck.

With a light jump, Wukong was on the somersault cloud.

"I didn't expect that I could sit on it even if the needle didn't poke me. Half of a sincere heart is still a sincere heart!"

Wukong was very happy in his heart, as he had already made preparations for not being able to sit on it.

"Grandpa Master Roshi, can you also give me the bead on your neck?" Goku said while scratching the crab's hair.

"Here, little brat." After saying that, Master Roshi threw the beads around his neck to Goku.

Goku quickly caught it and said thank you to Master Roshi.

Sitting on the somersault cloud and after feeling the operation, Wukong turned into a golden stream of light and flew away.

"Goodbye, Grandpa Roshi!" Goku's voice echoed throughout the sky.

"Goku, don't forget to participate in the 21st Martial Arts Tournament!"

"good----"

(Don't think of the protagonist as the Wukong in the original novel, nor as a complete time traveler. He is a new personality formed after the fusion of souls. The protagonist's personality will be a bit similar to the original Wukong, after all, it is a fusion, but there are still differences)

Chapter 2 Boys and Girls

Wukong rode on the somersault cloud and slowly flew back to Baozi Mountain. He could also perform flying techniques, but the somersault cloud could save him a lot of energy.

The Flying Technique is actually not difficult, Master Roshi also knows it, but for some reason he does not use it.

After flying over his house, Wukong jumped off the somersault cloud and couldn't help feeling a little nostalgic. After all, he hadn't been back for six months.

I gently pushed the door open, and the dust on the door slowly fell down. Under the sunlight, it looked particularly clear. At a glance, the house was covered with a thin layer of dust because no one had lived in it for more than half a year.

When Wukong saw all this, his brows slightly frowned, and the energy in his body suddenly surged out. With a shake, the dust attached to the entire room broke away from the wall and fell to the ground. Then he controlled the energy to wrap up the dust and transported it out of the house.

After doing all this, Wukong breathed a sigh of relief. This could also be considered a training in breath control.

At this time, my stomach started to growl due to hunger. I looked at the sky and it was almost time for lunch.

Sun Wukong was going to go fishing at the stream near his home. Don't ask if there is a fishing rod. The Saiyan's tail is the best fishing rod. He had already trained his tail a long time ago.

He did what he said. After flying up into the sky and doing a somersault, he headed towards the stream.

After putting his tail into the water, about ten minutes later, Sun Wukong felt a fish biting his tail.

With a strong swing, a fish that was two meters long, one meter wide, and weighed at least 300 kilograms flew to a height of more than ten meters.

Wukong flew up into the sky and followed the fish, kicking it onto the shore and knocking the fish unconscious.

Looking at the fish in front of me, it is much better than the past when I often caught nothing. Look at this fish, it took the bait quickly and it is big.

He found a wooden stick thicker than his arm, skewered the fish from head to tail, found some firewood, lit a fire, and started roasting the fish.

Looking at the flickering flames in front of him, Wukong couldn't help but clear his mind and think about what to do next.

It is now the 749th year of the Age of Aki, and it will be soon before Bulma embarks on her journey to find the Dragon Balls. It's not that I don't want to find the Dragon Balls, but the key is that I don't have a Dragon Ball radar, so I still have to rely on Bulma.

Next, just continue training and wait for Bulma to pass by Baozi Mountain.

As he was thinking, Wukong suddenly smelled a burnt smell.

"Oh no, my grilled fish!"

--------Dividing line

Three months later, Wukong wiped the sweat from his head and completed today's training. He was very satisfied with the three months of training and he became almost twice as strong.

His combat power was slightly stronger than Master Roshi before, estimated at 150, but now it is around 300.

But Goku is still not satisfied. He hopes to transform into a Super Saiyan before Vegeta comes to Earth.

To be honest, I really want to see what kind of expression Vegeta would have when he sees me with blonde hair and blue eyes?

Maybe this is the difference between me and the original Sun Wukong, that I have a bad taste? Is this the scumbag Roth?

Of course, it's still early. To become a Super Saiyan, you must first have a basic combat power of 300 million. But after meeting Bulma, with the gravity room, the basic combat power will increase quickly.

Suddenly, Sun Wukong sensed someone walking towards his home.

"Could it be that Bulma is coming?" Son Goku thought as he flew in the direction he sensed.

Sun Wukong, who was flying in the sky, immediately saw Bulma driving a car on the road.

Son Goku landed on the roadside in front, ready to call out to Bulma when she passed by.

At this time, he heard Bulma's cry for help coming from the front. He looked over and found that the car driven by Bulma seemed to be out of control. The driving trajectory deviated from the road, and the direction it was moving seemed to be towards him.

Wukong couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. What kind of hatred or grudge is this? He wants to hit me. Then he jumped to the front of the car.

Bulma frantically stepped on the brakes and turned the steering wheel, but unfortunately the car just wouldn't obey her. She couldn't help but scream loudly. At this moment, a child suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Ah!" Bulma closed her eyes and lowered her head, as if she was afraid to look at this "tragic" scene.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the car stopped.

"It's over, it's over, I killed someone, I'm going to jail, no, I'm only 16 years old and I haven't found a boyfriend yet!"

Bulma raised her head tremblingly, opened her eyes and looked forward, only to find that the little boy was standing in front of her unharmed, with his hands deeply inserted into the car.

Wukong pulled his hands out of the iron sheet. For him, whose combat power was as high as 300 points, stopping a car was a piece of cake.