"Nooooooo."
A loud yelling echoed through the whole city.
"Son. What's wrong?"
A middle-aged woman who possessed brown hair said as she rushed towards the entrance of my door.
She was the mother of the body that I now was possessing.
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16 years old. 5 ft 11 inches tall. Possessed a distance facial structure with a sharp jawline.
Short Blonde hair that was styled so that it would be best suited to a slick back and a small beauty mark on the right corner of the eye.
And even a lean muscular body structure. Althelitc enough to get a scholarship through a sports program.
Looking at the room the previous owner of the body has a few medals and awards that he received from boxing and sprinting competitions.
"No matter how much you look at it this is the body of a male Bimbo. Outstanding Male Bimbo but still a Bimbo."
I muttered as I looked around my new room.
I saw a student jacket that said West City High School.
Workout equipment, a large mirror and a sandbag that was near my bedroom.
"This guy looked like he was a narcissist. Look at the size of that mirror."
I said to myself as I looked in the mirror.
"And I don't blame him. If my former body was this good looking I would also be looking for an opportunity to look at it every single second."
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Then I walked into the kitchen to have some kind of meal.
I saw my mother sitting down while wearing a lab coat and enjoying some pancakes.
"Oh. My son. What happened earlier? You give your mother worried you know."
She said while smiling.
I dug into my memories of my new body and found out that she was a lab assistant who worked at Capsule Corporation.
She divorced her husband after he became associated with an infamous rebel army called the Red Ribbon Army while she was pregnant with her son Kei Satori.
My father's name was never mentioned in front of me as far as the memories go.
Our family was one of the wealthier ones in the city but we were not extremely wealthy, we just had more money compared to most normal people.
"Wait. Capsule cooperation? Red ribbon army? I feel like I have heard those names before."
"Kei. Remember you are prohibited from using your bike capsule." my mother said to me.
I seem to have hit an old man while intoxicated after a party at a friend's house a few weeks ago.
I was not at the age where I was supposed to be drinking alcohol but it seems that the former owner of this body did not have restraint in the past.
"Kei. Are you also skipping school today?"
My mother asked.
The previous owner of the body also seems to be spoilt as he regularly skips his classes without any kind of consequences.
Trash among the trash is what I would describe that person as.
"Yeah. I think I will take a rest for today."
I replied. As much as I wanted to change how the other viewed me I knew I should try to recollect my thoughts think this new life that I was given.
"Then I left your meals in the fridge. Reheat it before you eat them."
"Ok. Thanks, Mom."
"Love you, my son."
"I love you too."
I replied as my mother left the house for her work.
I sat down and tried to find out where I was by using the information about the things I heard from my other and the memories of my new body.
"Wait a minute."
Then it clicked.
No. It can't be. I refuse to believe such things. This is not true right?
I refused to believe the reality that I was in and then saw a small little capsule on my desk.
I pressed it and a futuristic-looking bike appeared in the middle of my room.
"So this is reality. Unless I am already in a mental hospital."
"!" "This button has a capsule on it. This might be the one to turn it back to its normal form."
I then pressed the button which turned the bike into a capsule again.
I was happy that my assumption was right and kneeled to pick up the capsule.
I should be starting to get ready. So that I can become stronger. I thought in my mind.
This planet and this universe are going to be defended by that person in the future but even such a person was unable to prevent harm from falling upon the people of the earth all the time.
There was even a time when every single sentient being on the planet was killed off except a few and the planet itself was destroyed in a battle against one of the universe's biggest threats.
If I wanted to be safe and live my life without feeling helpless I had to be strong, stronger than most people.
Strong enough to protect myself.
Then I saw a picture of me and my mom that was placed in a small photo display stance.
I take a look at it as tears start to drop my my right eye. It must be my body telling me to protect her.
I possess memories of the time that I have spent my life with her but It still feels like I am looking at a gallery of a visual novel instead of having experienced them in real life.
I feel nothing special about them because my body is different.
Unlike my mind which is still trying to settle down this body has gone through many years of prosperity and hardships under the guidance of my mother so it is telling me to protect her.
"I wonder if I can go and see her. Since I am reincarnated into the world of Dragon Ball the last thing that I can do is to go see the brightest mind on this planet and get her assistance to become stronger."
I decided to go see Bulma Briefs.
I left my house with a capsule in hand and locked it so that no one could enter.
The lock uses a password so I don't have to worry about my mother not being able to enter the house while I am out.
I then drove towards the place where Capsule Cooperation was located using my bike and the GPS that was on my phone.
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"Sorry. You can't get a meeting with Miss Bulma without an appointment."
The receptionist said to me with a cold tone.
"....."
I was speechless.
I was reminded that Bulma Brief was the daughter of the most wealthy person on the planet at that moment in time.