When Dragon Balls Descend Upon Marvel

Smith Dole smiled slightly as he observed the changes in his body. The Saiyan bloodline truly was an intoxicating gift.

As the martial memories of the character card flooded his mind, he loosened his limbs. Thankfully, he hadn't accidentally kicked a hole through the ground—his new power level was fully controllable.

Glancing at a sandbag in the training room, Smith threw a casual punch. It tore clean through. He hesitated to test out a full Kamehameha (Kamehame Wave), fearing it might blow up the entire textile factory.

But a controlled version should be manageable.

He brought his hands to his waist, gathering a ball of glowing white energy between his palms.

"Kamehameha!"

"Hame... hame... ha!"

A white beam of energy surged from his hands, obliterating the row of sandbags before colliding with the wall.

BOOM!

A massive hole was blasted in the training room wall. Smith grinned. That had been a small amount of ki—his energy had already replenished. Yet the damage was tremendous.

With his current power, RPGs or even tanks would be useless against him. The appearance of so-called superheroes no longer concerned him.

A full-powered Kamehameha, like the one used by Kame-Sennin (Master Roshi) to push the moon, would devastate a city.

As Smith marveled, the training room door burst open. Fox and a few members rushed in.

"Smith, what happened? Were we attacked?" Fox asked, eyeing the gaping hole.

Smith laughed:

"Haha, relax. No enemies. Just me training."

Fox's jaw dropped.

"That blast… was like a C4 detonation."

Smith waved dismissively:

"Fox, I'll leave this cleanup to you. I'm heading out."

Fox watched him leave, stunned for a moment, then started issuing orders.

...

The next day.

In the office, a young girl stood before Smith—Bulma, as she had first appeared in Dragon Ball.

Sixteen years old and bright-eyed, Bulma stared at Smith and thought, Wow, what a handsome onii-san!

Seeing her dreamy expression, Smith cleared his throat.

"Ahem. Bulma, welcome to this world. I have a few requests for you."

Still captivated, Bulma replied quickly:

"Smith-oniisan, what do you need me to do?"

"First, I need you to create a Dragon Radar. Second, I want you to research and build a gravity chamber. Third, I need you to develop Capsule tech."

To Smith, the radar was relatively easy and would help his team locate the Dragon Balls. Capsule tech depended on this world's available materials, but Bulma should manage. The gravity chamber would take more time.

Bulma blinked in surprise:

"Dragon Radar? So the legends are real?"

Smith nodded. This Bulma hadn't yet met Son Gokū and was unfamiliar with the truth of the Dragon Balls.

"Everything is real. I'll assign people to support you. If you need materials or resources, just say the word."

Puffing out her chest, Bulma replied proudly:

"If it's for you, Smith-oniisan, I'll get it done!"

Smith pressed a button on his desk. Fox soon entered.

Seeing the teenage girl, Fox raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

"Leader, you called?"

"Fox, this is Bulma. From now on, she's our chief scientist. Find her a place to stay and help her set up a lab. Provide whatever she needs."

Fox hesitated. Such a young scientist?

But he accepted the task. Any questions could be asked privately.

"Yes, sir."

Turning to Bulma:

"Miss Bulma, please come with me. I'll arrange your accommodations."

As they left, Smith added:

"Have John Wick come see me."

Shortly after, a knock came. John entered and knelt:

"Leader, I await your orders."

Smith gestured:

"Sit, John."

John rose and sat nearby. Smith studied him. The man looked more alive now, the sorrow gone from his face.

"John, Helen is alive again. But I advise you: don't return to your old home. Don't let her see old friends or contacts."

"You must understand the temptation and danger of resurrection. It could bring serious trouble."

John finally realized the implications. He had spent the day lost in joy.

"I will sell our old property. Helen and I will remain here at HQ. I'll arrange a new identity for her."

Smith nodded:

"I'll cover your tracks, but you need to keep a low profile. This world is deeper than you imagine."

"Spend time with your family. And train."

Thinking about the Dragon Balls, John knew this world wasn't what he thought it was.

"Understood, Leader."

With John settled, Smith entered the recovery chamber. He retrieved the Healing Chamber from his system pack and connected it to HQ power.

Bulma would be tasked with maintaining it and replicating the healing fluid. The original supply wasn't infinite.

Just as he finished setup, a subordinate rushed in:

"Leader, an agent from the FBI wishes to meet you. He says his name is Phil Coulson."

(End of Chapter)

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