The sterile scent of antiseptic vanished, replaced by the thick, metallic tang of recycled air and the low thrum of spaceship engines. One moment, Kaiyo Nakamura, was flatlining in a Tokyo hospital bed, the next… he was crammed into the wiry body of a fifteen-year-old Saiyan runt named Kaiyo on Planet Vegeta. His skull throbbed with implanted memories: a dying world, Frieza's looming genocide, and a sardonic blue screen floating in his vision – the *Gamer System*. Its welcome message was chilling: *Planetary Destruction Timer: 89 Days, 7 Hours, 32 Minutes.*
Panic clawed at Kaiyo's throat. Cheat? Yes. Cheat desperately. The System offered paths – Ki Manipulation trees branching into dizzying godhood, Technique Libraries demanding obscene Energy Points he didn't have. Except for one terrifying loophole: *Limit Breaker*. Any technique, any cost, unlocked instantly. *If you survive the backlash* it whispered.
He met Cade in the dusty training pits, a rare Saiyan girl whose eyes held curiosity, not contempt for "weaklings" who trained. Her father was Bardock's squadmate, dead in some skirmish, leaving her sharp-edged and isolated. Kaiyo, sweating through basic Ki exercises under the twin suns, saw her watching. Desperation made him reckless. "You know this planet's dust in months?" he'd blurted out, gesturing at the System only she could see. Her crimson eyes narrowed, not in disbelief, but calculation. "Prove it," she'd said. She became his anchor – the only one who knew his secret, the only Saiyan who understood *training* wasn't shameful, but survival. They sparred under violet skies, Kaiyo pushing his frail body, unlocking cheap, low-level Ki skills with hard-earned points, saving for the big guns. Cade's fists were unforgiving, her critiques sharper. "Your stance screams 'punch me,' idiot."
But survival wasn't Kaiyo's only drive. Saiyan bodies burned hot. The System's interface flashed temptations: *Charisma Subtree: Unlock 'Irresistible Aura' (Cost: 500 EP)*. He eyed the warrior women strutting past the hadn't been laid in *two lifetimes*. The points were scarce, diverted to essential Ki control and endurance boosts, but the hunger simmered. Especially around Cade, her lean muscles flexing as she blocked his clumsy strike, a smirk playing on her lips. "Focus, Kaiyo," she'd snap, but the flicker in her eyes… lingered. He needed power. He needed points. He needed to survive Frieza. And he *definitely* needed to get some bitches. Soon.