Dragon Ball: Kaizen – Chapter 1 "Arrival on Earth"

A deafening boom split the skies. A streak of crimson light burned through the atmosphere, crashing into a deserted wasteland just outside West City. The shockwave sent tremors across the land, shaking buildings miles away.

In the middle of a freshly formed crater, a figure lay motionless. His body was wrapped in strange, tattered armor—unlike anything on Earth, Namek, or even the gods' realms. His silver hair flickered under the moonlight, and his deep violet eyes snapped open as if awakened from a dream.

Kaizen had arrived.

The Awakening

Smoke and dust swirled as he slowly stood up. His body felt... wrong. Like it wasn't his own. Flashes of forgotten battles flickered in his mind—unfamiliar enemies, unknown worlds, and a voice whispering:

"You were never meant to return."

His hand clenched. A strange symbol on his palm pulsed with dark energy.

Then—voices.

"Hey! What was that crash?!"

A group of Capsule Corp security officers hovered above in scouting drones, scanning the wreckage. Kaizen tilted his head, their technology completely foreign to him.

One of them, a cocky young pilot, scoffed. "Pfft, just another alien. Probably some Saiyan reject."

The moment he said that—Kaizen vanished.

The officer barely had time to blink before Kaizen was in front of him, hovering mid-air. His piercing gaze sent chills down the man's spine.

"I'm… not Saiyan," Kaizen muttered, more to himself than to them.

Before the guards could react, Kaizen's instincts flared—a threat. He turned sharply. A second drone aimed a stun blast at him. Without thinking, his body adapted. His hand moved on its own, tracing an unknown symbol in the air.

A sudden pulse of invisible force shattered the drone into pieces.

The officers panicked. "What the hell?! That wasn't ki!"

Kaizen narrowed his eyes. Ki? The word felt familiar, yet… off. He knew power, but whatever he used just now wasn't it.

Something was very wrong.

And then—his mark pulsed again, burning into his skin. A surge of memories returned, but just before he could grasp them…

BZZZT!

A sharp, mechanical hum filled the air.

Kaizen turned his head, just in time to see a figure land nearby. A short, spiky-haired man in a blue jumpsuit with crossed arms and an intense scowl. Vegeta.

Prince vs. the Unknown

Vegeta's scouter beeped wildly. This newcomer's power was unreadable—it didn't spike, it didn't flare. It just... existed in a way that made his instincts scream.

"Tch. Another idiot alien who thinks he can do whatever he wants," Vegeta muttered, cracking his knuckles. "You're on my planet now, and I don't like unknowns."

Kaizen's expression remained unreadable, but something about Vegeta's energy felt… nostalgic.

"I don't remember coming here," Kaizen replied calmly.

Vegeta smirked. "Then allow me to remind you… who rules this world!"

Without another word, he charged.

Kaizen's mark flared, his body reacting before his mind could process—and in that instant, the battle began.