Hey guys. I was watching the 'Broly 2018' movie when this idea came into my mind. Truthfully I already wrote half a chapter of Dragon ball last year but its plot was totally different. If this story proved to be success I might post that too. But not any time soon.

Anyway this is "Dragon ball: Self insert". I have also written 3 other stories in the same genre (self insert): "Highschool of the Dead: Self insert"; "Harry Potter: Self Insert" and "One Piece: Self insert". You can read it from my profile page.

This is my 4th fan fiction of Self Insert series. I already have an idea for Naruto; Goblin Slayer; Young justice and some others but they are all in infant phases.

There will be lemons but much later in this story, at least not until the end of Dragon ball. The Dragon ball Z will be full of lemons. This could be considered self indulgent but it's really not. I consider every fan fiction to be self indulgent.

Please leave the suggestions in comment section if you have any. Any positive and productive criticism is appreciated. I hope you like this story.

Also I am sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes I may have missed (English is not my native language)

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon ball just my OC

"Speaking"

'Thinking'

Flashback

P.O.V changes

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Chapter 1:

Prologue

I don't know how it happened but it did. One day I was doing….something and then next I was waking up here as a toddler. I don't remember the last part of my previous life. I also don't know what happened. Usually the person who is killed gets reincarnated, right?

I'm not quite sure how I died or even if I died. Was it Car accident? perhaps? Or something else, I don't know. In any case, one minute I have a heartbeat and I'm on… my home planet, the next is pure blank and then I'm in this world waking up as a toddler.

Maybe I died. Maybe I didn't. I don't think about it anymore. Even now my head starts to hurt every time I think about it. I suspect it is a warning.

Well anyway initially I thought there must be a glitch in the process as I remembered my previous life. Weren't our minds is wiped out before our rebirth? Anyway my head suddenly start hurting like bitch and I lost conscious.

Next time I woke up to find an old man hovering before me. I had woken up in a hut, head wrapped in bandages and the old man overjoyed to see me awake.

He wore a….. I don't know what it is called but it was mixture of orange and green robes. The only memorable thing was his grey moustache which was comically big for his face. I heard a voice beside me and looked there to find a toddler of my age. The only memorable thing about him was his ridiculous haircut and tail peaking out of his bottom.

My mind froze.

I looked again to confirm.

Yes there was a tail peeking out from his bottom. I checked his hair, my surroundings.

A dread formed in my pit and… I blacked out again.

Next time I woke up, I spent the day in silence, not wanting to get in trouble for speaking something I didn't have to speak. I would just smile whenever Gohan would talk to me. I was also on the bed rest so I didn't get to go out and check out my surroundings.

But at the end of the day, I was sure I was reincarnated in Dragon ball universe. This was seriously not a hoax, nor was this hallucination. For one – I don't do drugs. And second - They don't last that long even if someone drugged me.

To further confirm this I took hold of the tail on my back and pressed. Suddenly all energy left me and I was on verge of passing out. My head also hurt from that.

'Well that confirmed this' I thought. Same thing happened to Goku who was lying beside me. His head was also covered in bandages like me.

I don't know why I was still so calm? I should be panicking but I wasn't. One part of my mind was sad and wanted to cry for taking me away from my home, family but a larger part of my mind was excited to be in this universe, leaving behind my boring dull life, getting strong and facing strong opponents.

Maybe it was Saiyan part of my mind but whatever…..

Still it was quite cool. I decided to wait my days here, learn everything from Gohan and wait for the cannon. All I knew was that this was another chance at life, and I was determined to make the most of it. The coma from the head injury was when original Goku's brother and my souls were switched, it seemed. That thought kept me humble: something had just lifted out his soul and replaced it with mine.

'Maybe it was Zeno' I mused but to my mind it looked like the work of some kind of R.O.B.

Whatever R.O.B or some god had set this up; some Power that had decided the story should go differently.

I had no intention of pissing it off. Whatever its reason for having me take the Saiyan's place armed with foreknowledge of canon, I would give it one hell of a show. I settled into my second life easily enough.

Any 'personality changes' were explained away by the head injury, same as Goku. I spent a few quiet weeks in bed while the gash in my skull scabbed over, with kindly old Gohan hovering over me with all the love of a grandparent for their blood grandchild. It was really very sweet, how much this hermit cared for the alien boy he'd found in the woods. I eagerly got to know him, and was soon reciprocating his love without having to fake it at all.

In those few weeks I also learnt the language. Goku didn't 'forget' the language as he was already speaking some of it. Still he took a lot more time than me to fully learn it. In the next year I also learned to write the language while Goku still struggles to do it. I suspect it is because he had AHAD. Anyway I mainly wanted to learn to write the language because I didn't wanted to forget the plot.

Just as I got my first copy and pen, I wrote everything I could remember of Dragon ball. It was written in both Hindi and English. I didn't thought anyone would be able to crack the language but I couldn't take a chance. Bulma was able to create Time machine after all.

Anyways adapting to the body of a four-year-old with a tail was no more difficult than adapting to having a body, period. It felt as natural as anything had ever been. And my fifth appendage was really handy for washing my back during a bath. Or to grab tree branches while swinging from branch to branch like a monkey.

When the day came that Grandpa Gohan undid my bandages and was satisfied I was healed, my training began. I had been bugging my caretaker to train me in Martial Arts, 1 week after I woke up. I explained it away as a desire to be 'cool' like my grandpa, but the truth was more to do with survival.

My power level, if I recalled correctly, was probably a measly 5 – 10. Frieza on the other hand, at full power, was 120 million. While never measured, Beerus was strong enough to kick Frieza's ass with his little finger. For my own purposes, I'd assume the God of Destruction was worth at least a trillion of Frieza, which would put him in the range of 120,000,000 trillion or more. And the Angels like Whis were at a level beyond even that.

The gist of it was – I was currently a speck of dust compare to them. I hadn't exactly been given instructions, but I knew this: I did NOT want to die again. Whether I'd go to the Other World or the limbo, I didn't know. But I was determined to never find out. So, the simplest way to stay alive would be to become the biggest fish in the pond. I had a long, LONG way to go, but the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, right?

My first step was learning martial arts from Grandpa Gohan. I don't know whether it was some style or not as I didn't know a thing about martial arts.

So, I trained exactly as he said. I learned how to throw a punch and a kick. I learned how to block efficiently. I learned how to push my body to the limits and then go even further. I learned to hunt, and track, and live off the land. Grandpa Gohan taught me well. We spared frequently, as much for fun as for training. He didn't teach me the Kame style but I wasn't in any hurry to learn it. Moreover I wanted to find my own path rather than follow Goku's.

As much as he taught me how to fight, he also taught me to be at peace. I had to meditate for hours at a time, which I put up much less of a fuss to than your average kid would do. Goku fussed all the time. He wasn't one of the patience and sitting types. But Gohan still kept him at it. During these times where I emptied my mind and tried to be at one with the universe, I began to feel the first stirrings of what I assumed were KI inside me.

I'd yet to manifest it then, but I assumed it would come eventually so long as I kept at it. And it did come to me when I was 11 years old just after Grandpa's death. I suspect it was due to my anger.

The years passed, with my days filled with training and mountain life shenanigans. Goku was quite cool kid. Well I liked him because he listened to my word. Gohan was quite cool too. Living with them was like living in a camp, due to the constant number of outdoor things we did. We lived off the land with little to no electronics. I did get to read the books that Gohan had in his collection but they were boring. Although my training kept me far too much busy, I still found some time to read those books.

Still I missed the gadgets, internet and other things but not that much to go back to my boring old self with no fun. Having super powers was always greater than some lame gadgets and internet.

I trained very hard to get strong before the cannon unlike Goku who was more interested in…..being a child. I can't fault him for that. He was a child.

Grandpa Gohan was a mixture of proud and concerned at my work ethic. He watched me train until I pass out and just laugh it off. He was filled with as much worry as admiration.

When he would ask for the reason why I trained so hard, I would just smile and say "I want to be the best that I can be. How can I be if I don't go looking for it?" And he would smile and shake his head and caution me to not push myself too far. I would feel a little guilty and back off for little while before again doing it anyway.

He also taught us sensing other people's life force. I was quite good at this. I was actually better than Goku. In fact I was so good at this that I also started sensing people's emotions although I didn't tell anybody about it.

He also beat my skull about my habit to sleep until noon. I had to wake up with sun and sleep after it set off. That thing really irked me in the beginning. I really liked my sleep far too much. Still over time I began to follow his advice. And it was good advice too.

By the time moon usually came up we were always asleep. Moreover Goku was a heavy sleeper so there was no way he could go in Oozaru form. Still knowing Goku crushed Gohan to death when he looked at moon when one day he got up to piss; I remained vigilant on every full moon night. Obviously I didn't look at moon fearing I would lose control.

Still Gohan already knew that we could transform by looking at the moon so he advised against looking at moon to us both just after a month of my arrival. Well he actually warned off not to go out in the night but I understood his intentions. Maybe we transformed in our early years and Gohan learnt that the hard way. Either way I easily agreed.

One day I was sleeping when I heard the sound of opening of door. I looked in that direction waking up instantly. I rushed there to find Goku walking away from door. Knowing it could be the day that Goku loses control in form of Oozaru. I panicked and cut his tail off. I then remembered that it wasn't even the moon night.

I then got an idea. I cut my tail off knowing it would be safe that way. Moreover it would grow up later. This way I could sleep easy and without any worry. It sure hurt for a second but it was a lot better option.

Next day he woke up to find his tail gone and his balance off, same as me. He cried a little but some encouraging words from Gohan were more than enough to stop his tears. I also acted distraught but I didn't cry like a pussy. I kept this secret to myself. Gohan didn't know if this was natural or not – tails disappearing suddenly. Anyways he didn't say anything to me at all.

I knew I would change the timeline if I saved Grandpa Gohan but I realized in my toddling years that my presence alone would change the timeline. I just hoped that I didn't cause the destruction of this universe due to that. Goku easily grew another tail in 2 and half years. I spent those full moon nights of 2 and half years in blissful sleep without any worry.

When our tails grew up another time, I cut them off too. Next time it took only 2 years to grow them back. It was a mistake I didn't expect and that mistake cost me dearly.

The universe or it seems fate was set to be in same motion as one day I went to the town, feeling okay to leave them behind. I went to buy some clothing and shoes instead of Gohan as he was feeling a little under the weather. Grandpa trusted my maturity enough to let me travel alone. Our tails weren't back so I also went away without any worry. There were still 6 months left until our tails grow back or so I thought.

But fate, it seems had other plans. Like in cannon Goku changed into his Oozaru form and crushed Grandpa Gohan to death. I also had some worries that it might happen as my tail also grew at the same time. I completed my work and went back as fast as possible but it was all for naught.

By the time I came around Goku had already cremated Grandpa Gohan or what was left of him anyway. The house was totally broken. Actually there was no house at all. Last one and a half year, we both have lived in a shack, we made, as we both didn't had any construction experience. At least we salvaged some items from the mess. I also didn't make an effort in constructing a proper house as I knew we wouldn't live in it much.

I was very angry at Goku but seeing his innocent tear filled eyes, my anger evaporated. All that left was Guilt and self loathing. I cursed fate and universe for taking away Grandpa. I even considered looking for Dragon balls but without Radar it was like finding a needle in a hay stack. Sure I knew where they were but I didn't know exact location. In the end I decided to wait for Bulma.

But then I remembered that Dragon balls wouldn't be able to resurrect him after 1 year. I knew then and there that Grandpa wasn't coming back. Moreover I don't think Grandpa would want to come back like in cannon. Still at least I increased some of his lifespan. Also to be safe I cut Goku's tail but I didn't cut mine. Goku was little surprised that this time my tail didn't 'run away' but he didn't make much fuss on it.

Knowing that grandpa was truly dead, I decided to master my Oozaru form. I didn't want Goku to lose control and kill someone in future again. If I could control the form, I could match Goku at least whenever he lose control.

On every moon night which was every 20 days in this earth, I would sneak out after bedtime when Goku was asleep. I would wander about 10 miles into the forest until I found a clearing I decided to use. I still remember the first night I decided to do that.

Flashback:

Once there, I meditated for a good hour, trying to become as serene as possible. When I was ready, and my eyes still closed, I looked up.

I could FEEL the moonlight on my lids. My tail got all tingly, and goose bumps popped up on my flesh. Somewhere deep inside me, I felt a beast begin to stir. I knew I was taking a risk by doing this. But the Oozaru form was just too damn useful and underappreciated. Better to work on it when I was a pipsqueak and relatively harmless even with a 10x power boost than later when I'd be at risk of blowing up the planet.

I definitely wasn't planning on having my tail removed like Goku did on order of Kami.

With great hesitance, and fighting to keep myself as calm and relaxed as possible, I opened my eyes a crack.

Have you ever been angry? Really, truly angry, seeing red blood pounding in your veins, hearing a ringing high frequency that is just damn irritable. The kind of angry that feeds on itself, taking over every neuron in your brain, until nothing matters but acting on that anger? Combine that with the hazy, liberating buzz of being drunk, and you might come close to how it felt for a Saiyan to look at the full moon. And I wasn't even getting a direct view of it.

I had a split second of clarity and quickly closed my eyes.

My canines felt too big for my mouth and I had hair in places that it shouldn't be. As seconds passed and I resisted the temptation to just let go and open my eyes, I felt my body return to normal, reverting to its ordinary pre teen form.

'Right... Well, that was something' I thought.

I was breathing really hard from that. It honestly scared me, the power of the reactions that little dose of Blutz waves evoked from me.

'But if a hot head like Vegeta could control it, I sure as would' I mused. With that I started again. I snuck glimpses until dawn, meditating after each one and lasting just a little longer before I panicked and closed my eyes before losing control. Exhausted, I made my way back to the hut.

Goku didn't even bat an eye. He didn't ask me where I was gone in early morning. Really he was quite dense. I was sure he didn't know I snuck out last night. I slept till evening that day. It really changed my internal clock but after a week it returned to normal.

Flashback ends

Just 6 months before, I could safely and sanely transform into a giant ape creature after working damn hard. There were a couple of near-misses, but I managed to keep my head and stay in control each time. So all in all it took me a year or you could say 18 nights to master Oozaru form.

When turning into the Oozaru felt no different than being a Saiyan, I started working on transforming back despite the pull of the moon. I was marginally successful in that regard. I even tried to transform outside the full moon. But it was damn near impossible. I knew I needed the Blutz rays to trigger the Oozaru form. But it only triggered what was already there in my body, right? If I train I could definitely turn to that form without the help of moon.

So I started the training to turn to Oozaru on nights before and after the full moon while changing back to my human form on the full moon night. Those 3 nights' training totally screwed my sleeping schedule. Still after 2 months it was back to normal. I was quite successful in the former but marginally successful in the latter. I could easily transform on the partial full moon.

I then tried to see if I could transform 2 nights before and after full moon. I could do it. In fact I did that on last full moon night. And this way I would try until I totally master the Oozaru form.

I wanted to completely master the form. It was the same principle as Super Saiyan Full Power, right? When I could look at the full moon and not even change a hair, when I could transform in broad daylight and keep my power level/mind as calm and still as a pond, only then I would have mastered the Oozaru form.

I had plans to be this exact and thorough for EVERY transformation. That was one of the things I didn't like about the original Goku. He never repeated what he did with the original Super Saiyan transformation for Super Saiyan 2 or 3 or God or Blue. And speaking of Blue, if it were possible to combine the Super Saiyan and the God transformations, why not Super Saiyan and Oozaru? Oozaru and God, All three at once;

I was going to find transformations that no one in canon had even imagined, and I was going to work at them tirelessly until they were as easy and effortless as blinking.

I trained constantly as if the fate of the world, the galaxy, all twelve Universes depended on me, because they kind of did. Or they would, at some point in the future provided I didn't change too many things, and probably even if I did. I couldn't depend on Goku solving all the problems.

I worked as if Cell would arrive the next day. When I was exhausted and wanted to quit, I'd picture Zen-Oh's smiling face as he wiped an entire Universe, trillions of lives, out of existence. Damn it, I would kick Frieza's ass in my base form if I had my way. I think it was my way to cope up with Grandpa's death.

It didn't mean that I didn't have fun. I made sure to have fun. I knew if I just train then my body would break. I made sure to rest my body 3 days every month, usually after the training to master the Oozaru form.

And so life continued on until the cannon came. Goku's tail grew back just a week before. I didn't cut his tail this time feeling the cannon is coming and it sure did.

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Timeline

Sometime around 740: I woke up in this universe.

October 741: Went to a nearby village with Goku and Grandpa for the first time.

August 743: I cut Goku's tail by mistake. I cut mine too to avoid suspicion.

February 746: I cut both my and Goku's tail again when they grew up

February 748: I went to village for 2 days. Goku and my tail grew up and Goku killed Gohan by losing control of Oozaru form. I also started mastering my Oozaru form.

August 749: Goku's tail grew back but this time I didn't cut it back feeling the cannon is coming.