C.1: Nightmare fuel (Exposition)

"How dare you."

His voice merely a whisper. A bloodied man, standing in front of a smoking crater. In his hands a ripped doll.

"This is hell. I'M IN HELL!!!"

*VROOOM*

In the distance titanic apes, the size of skyscrapers, were laying waste to the town whith a bestial laugh.

Pulling off the ring on his hand, he eyed it, before chucking it away. The doll, slipping out of his grasp.

"hahahahaHAHAHAHA!"

Unbinding the wraps around his chest, he takes out a book.

"Nothing matters anymore."

His eyes turning lifeless, he turned the pages.

'Saiyans.'

The man had learned magic to protect his people. Ironically a magic accident vanished the souls of his family years ago. Unable to enter Heaven or Hell after death, he tried everything he could to bring their souls back to their bodies. Today it seemed like it didn't matter anymore.

Today it seemed, that the most he could do, was avenge them.

'Monsters'

Seeing the mindless abominations wreaking havoc, he spat on the ground.

He would never see his family again.

He was weak. Magic required fuel.

He was still alive, and had murder in mind. That was enough.

Stopping at a page, written in brown letters, he raised his voice.

"Abomination, hear my Curse of Hate!"

His voice reverberating on the planet. His hair fluttering upwards.

"You played god, and stole my fate!"

Instinctively realizing something was wrong, the Ōzaru-wereapes started running towards him. Each step splitting the earth.

The magician sneered at that, and continued.

"In the darkest day, the blackest night,

Everyone shall know my plight.

I hereby reject my eternal rest,

And put your spirit to the test.

Every night. Do you hear?"

The Saiyans, now in their normal forms ran to him in horror. The fastest one garbbed him by the throat, crushing his windpipe to prevent him from talking. The man's lips warped into a grin. His voice, now unbelievably soft, continued on.

"You shall face your greatest fear."

Tendrils of Darkness claimed his body, as tears streamed down his face.

'Who is laughing now, monkey?!'

He couldn't be happy. Not even out of spite.

'Who is laughing now?'

***

A boy, floating in the darkness, contemplated life.

Last thing he knew, he was watching One Piece. Distracting himself from the fact, that there was a mountain of homework to do this weekend. He felt a pull in his bowels.

One that was reserved for the worst of times. When he didn't study for an exam and didn't have enough time left. It felt like, 'he had to be somewhere else'.

Shaking his head at the weird thought, he concentrated back on the TV. Emporio Ivankov used his Hormone-Control Devil Fruit. Changing a captive muscular man into a woman with high pitched voice. All of this to a cheering crowd of buff dudes in barbie clothes.

He shuddered at the memory. Others may find it funny when those pirates tried to get their hands on poor Sanji. But he sympathized too much with the blond cook to laugh at his misfortune.

Don't misunderstand! Leon had nothing against the LGBTQ community... As long as they didn't come with a knife, demanding his manhood! But the pirates in One Piece were an entirely different breed! Asssimilating normal people into their collective, only to pump them full of hormonal steroids. Turning them into buff blushing man-maidens!

Suddenly the pulling feeling in his gut exploded into a burst of searing pain and he doubled over. His exposed stomach didn't show any injuries, but he felt a strong pull tearing his body apart.

Floating in the darkness, he came to the only logical conclusion.

"Am I getting Isekai'd into One Piece?"

***

"Eh. Eh? Eh!"

Leon awoke to dazzling lights in a white padded crib. Looming over him was a giant gorilla with a weird mustache.

"Uhuhuhahahahah!"

The animal blared an evil victorious cry.

The alien nurse gave it the side-eyes like it had lost its marbles. Babies all around started to cry at the loud noise.

The beast, now embarassed, blushed a little. Even the alien nurse seemed to find it an ugly sight. Especially on a hairy muscle mountain of a man.

"Sorry." said the man in a tender voice and rubbed his neck.

Leon was even more intimidated by the blush than anything else. Stop it!

(He didn't stop.)

Leon's horror grew by the second.

'No. It can't be!'

The nurse heaved a sigh, mumbling something about savage monkeys. Calming music started to play. The screaming toddlers were slowly but surely lulled back to sleep.

Leon on the other hand, had his eyes practically popping out of his skull.

If this was One Piece, then there was the chance for his father to offer him to Emperio Ivankov. His delusions ran wild, and he was already imagining his parents forced into a pink dress. With their disgusting friends calling him "Leona my darling princess!".

He vomited a little, which seemed to disgust the furry abomination, as it furrowed its brows.

'Yes! Be disgusted and give me up for adoption you freak!', and he vomited a bit more.

"Nothing less to be expected from Urgok's runt. No wonder, he and Tanaka died so pathetically in their sleep. If it wasn't for your grandfather being a High Class Warrior, how could you have been born as a Middle Class Warrior."

Leon immediately sobered up. Now that he knew for a fact that the Ape wasn't his father, his mind regained clarity, and he carefully observed his surroundings.

He was pretty sure that he was reincarnated, since his arms and tail were still small.

TAIL?

Looking at the man in front of him, he was wearing Battle Armor.

'Wow. I stressed over nothing. This is either Dragon Ball, or the man likes to cosplay enough, as to show up in a nursery.'

He cringed. Refocusing on the bearded man's evil monologue, he decided to treat it as an exposition to his new life.

"...and if she had just accepted to be my bedwarmer, she could have lived the life of a true Saiyan elite!"

At this point the man was banging his head on the wall with tears streaming down his face.

"Tanaka! Why did you have to choose that plebeian waste over the great me! Bunk! You didnt even have a Powerlevel of 800! Do you think you're Bardock?! That mongrel is a monster!"

If Leon had doubts before, now he was pretty sure about why his mother chose the battlefield over that mess.

As soon as Bunk started to cry, his tears vanished and a ruthless smile appeared on his face.

"But don't worry. I'll take good care of your son and make sure to keep him safe..."

Sneering, he picked Leon up, and laid him down in a space pod.

"...In a low class world for the son of a low class Saiyan. I'm looking forward to the disappointment of a Saiyan you'll grow up to be, Krognar. On a planet with only a fraction of Planet Vegeta's gravity. A homely place for a runt like you."

'Ok. That sounds like a punishment only a Saiyan can come up with.'

"Ehehehehehe"

'DON'T LAUGH LIKE A PRINCESS WITH SUCH A DEEP VOICE YOU BASTARD!!!'

Leon wanted to cry but had no tears. The space pod closed the lid and vanished into space.

'I hope you can laugh like that in hell when Frieza murders you.'

He thougt maliciously, but couldn't feel happy about it.

Leon fell asleep with the space pod's Baby-Saiyan-Brainwashing-System telling him how to conquer worlds and other such nonsense.