Dragon Ball Roshi

Uchiha Taro's consciousness slowly awakened.

A very familiar voice rang in his ears. This voice was so faint as if it came from the edge of the universe. Then, the feeling of distance slowly grew closer and closer with the calls, and finally, suddenly, it shouted in his ears:

"Taro! Taro! Wake up quickly!" It was a woman's voice.

After trying several times, he finally managed to open his eyes. He immediately saw a panicked and crying woman kneeling beside him, while he himself was lying directly on the ground.

Taro stared at the woman's haggard face with a dull expression. Everything around him still had a sense of unreality to him. A series of ghost-like images flashed before his eyes.

These images were divided into three parts with different styles, and they flashed at an extremely fast speed, so fast that it was impossible for him to look at them carefully.

But the strange thing was... these images were all imprinted in his mind.

They were memories. Three different memories. Three copies of HIS memories.

"Taro! Taro! What's wrong with you."Seeing his silly look, the woman anxiously waved her hands in front of her eyes.

"Shut up! Don't make any noise!"

Suddenly a deep male voice interrupted the woman's words. There was anxiety, uneasiness, expectation and anger in that voice... Taro was surprised at how a person could express so many emotions at once, but his surprise soon passed.

Because he soon recognized the environment and the people he was with.

"How is the master?" Taro blurted out, still lying on the ground. He instinctively forced his waist and abdomen, and his entire body suddenly stood up. But before he could stand up completely, he was grabbed by a strong arm and forced to crouch down.

"Do you want to die?!" Tsuru's eyes were all bloodshot and he glared at Taro with suppressed anger. He shouted in a low voice: "Master is fighting a life and death duel with the Demon King, can you be quiet?!"

Demon King!

Taro suddenly woke up. Great Demon King Piccolo!

This is the world of Dragon Ball, and he is no longer the elite ninja from his second lifen, Uchiha Taro, nor is he the once ordinary Earthling from his first life, Wu Taro, but Mu Taro, the young Kame Sennin/Muten Roshi from three hundred years before the main storyline.

Right now, his master, Mutaito, is fiercely fighting with the "Great Demon King Piccolo" for the hope of a better future for all humanity!

In the original work, there was only one mention of Mutaito, but I didn't expect this battle to be so fierce! Mu Taro has finally fully awakened. The feeling of disharmony after the soul fusion completely disappeared, and he no longer had the hazy perception that had been disturbing him just now. His eyes became bright and deep. At this moment, the martial arts fanatic who was addicted to voyeurism died, and a new future martial arts master of the earth, with the qualities of an elite ninja, was born.

"Taro, are you alright? You suddenly fainted just now." Fanfan asked softly from behind Taro, her eyes full of concern.

"Fanfan, don't worry. I was too worried about master just now, and I fainted because of anger." Taro also lowered his voice and replied, and at the same time, he used his eyes to express to his fellow martial artist, Tsuru, that he was aware of his lie.

Tsuru coldly looked at this senior brother, and then carefully stuck half of his head out to observe the battle over there.

Tsuru, Fanfan, and Mu Taro were currently behind a huge boulder about two hundred meters away from where Master Mutaito and Demon King Piccolo were fighting. Taro carefully used the boulder to cover his body, and slightly poked his head out and looked towards the center of the battlefield two hundred meters away. He could only see two figures, one white and one green, rapidly fighting each other!

However, they were too far away, and it was difficult for Wu Tian and the others to clearly distinguish the specific situation on the battlefield. They could only see two colors, one white and one green, touching each other from time to time, fighting at close range and then using Ki to attack each other.

So fast! Taro was secretly frightened, looking with great difficulty at the two individuals in the distance who were fighting each other at high speed, and thought to himself:

"They are clearly no worse than those Taijutsu masters from the village. I wonder which of the eight gates is needed to match them. The fourth? The fifth? It's a shame that I've only learned the first two gates... and I don't even know if they can be used in this world."

"Who are the two people fighting at this moment?" You might wonder. One is the strongest among humans on earth today, a martial arts master who is invincible in the world! The other is the incarnation of the dark side of the Earth God, a genius Namekian from the Dragon clan! The two of them are undoubtedly the top martial artists of this era!

No one can interfere in the battle between these two people.

Taro struggled to analyze the situation on the battlefield well. Gradually, his eyes changed... a small scarlet color emerged from the depths of his eyes. Until it filled his entire pair of pupils.

Three small black tomoes emerged in his scarlet eyes, forming a symmetrical triangular pattern and slowly rotating around his black pupils.

"Something's wrong, Mutaito is at a disadvantage! Where's his mafuba? In the original work, didn't Kame sennin say that Mutaito used mafuba to seal Piccolo? Hmm? The rice cooker is on the ground over there... So, Mutaito is simply unable to find the opportunity to use the mafuba? From what I know of his combat power, even if Mutaito is weaker than Piccolo at this moment, he shouldn't be so exhausted!" The more Taro looked, the more frightened he became, because he discovered that the green color Piccolo was suppressing the white color Mutaito.

Mutaito struggled to stand his ground, perhaps he was also desperately trying to find a loophole, and cast mafuba to seal Piccolo and completely defeat him in one go, but the reality was obvious... he had used all his strength to resist Piccolo's offensive. Where is the ability to find opportunities to activate secret techniques under high pressure?

Mu Taro frowned tightly, and the information on the Dragon Ball flashed quickly in his mind:

"Looking at this situation, Mutaito has no chance of using the magic sealing wave to seal Piccolo! In this way, the direction of the Dragon Ball world will change to one that I know nothing about! Could it be that... I traveled to a parallel world where Master Mutaito was unable to seal Piccolo?

If that's the case, who should stop Piccolo? This body of mine, the 'Kame Sennin' of the later generations, will never be able to surpass Mutaito in his peak state. Tsuru and I don't know how to use the mafuba, so how can we be Piccolo's opponent? Should I climb Kailin Tower and go to the Celestial Temple and find the other Piccolo? That's not possible. Three hundred years later, that person might be determined to sacrifice himself and kill Piccolo due to guilt, but that might not be the case for the new god at this time... Hmm? Wrong!

Taro was horrified!

He finally realized that he was clearly capturing the super-speed battle scene between the two people two hundred meters away.

Taro immediately noticed that something was wrong with his eyes—this feeling was so familiar! This is the feeling when the three-tomoe Sharingan is activated!

"I traveled to another world with chakra? Is that possible? Or did the 'me' who traveled between universes inherit some chakra? Is the soul of a ninja essentially made up of chakra? Or is what I have a mere trace of chakra, like the memories of Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki? Chakra, spiritual will..." Thoughts flashed through his mind.

At this moment, suddenly, the two people who had been fighting for a while finally separated.

Mutaito seemed to have been hit hard by Piccolo. He rolled on the ground more than ten times, and remained on the ground. At this time, the extremely tall young Piccolo stood there, laughing loudly like a madman. He was far away and no one could hear what he was laughing at, but... that didn't matter anymore. What mattered was that Mutaito had fallen.

"Rather than living an ignoble existence, it's better to fight for a future I know well!"

....

Tsuru was so worried that he hid behind the rocks to observe the situation on the battlefield, but he could only see the distant white and green figures, without knowing how the fight was progressing! Until Mutaito was knocked to the ground by Piccolo, making Tsuru's heart instantly sink.

His hands and feet were freezing. He muttered to himself:

"It's over, it's over, now it's all over."

At this moment, Tsuru's hair stood on end as a gust of wind blew past him at high speeds, accompanied by an even faster figure that ran straight towards the battlefield two hundred meters away!