Dragon's Gambit: Demon Unleashed Into the Multiverse!

Early in the morning, as the sun crept over the horizon, a sleepy Red Ribbon soldier slouched in his chair, lazily flipping through the pages of a paperback ecchi novel. 

He was stationed at the airplane hangar of a random hidden base, supposedly "guarding" it, but in reality, he was just passing the time. 

His eyelids drooped as he read, the monotony of his post lulling him into a half-asleep state.

Like most Red Ribbon soldiers, he feared for his life, not from actual threats—but from the unpredictable wrath of his superiors. 

That fear, however, was no more pressing than his fear of spiders. And since no spiders or higher-ups were around, he felt relatively safe.

He had taken his duties seriously in the early days, constantly on edge and ready for action. 

But after ten long years of uneventful shifts, he had become complacent. Who would attack the hangar of one of the Red Ribbon Army's main bases? What could possibly go wrong here?

His indifference was shattered when he spotted Colonel Violet loading a hefty amount of equipment into one of the planes parked in the hangar.

Intrigued, he put his book down and watched her. 'Colonel Violet...' he thought, his mind wandering into less-than-professional territory. 'Damn, does she have a fat ass, and her tits are okay too. Maybe if I keep quiet about this, she'll flash me a smile—or more.'

His daydreams were swiftly crushed as Violet, accompanied by a grunt whose name escaped him, boarded the plane and took off. 

The roar of the engines jolted him awake, and he scratched his head. What the hell are they up to this early?

The entire night prior, Zaiko had been deep in conversation with Violet, explaining the plot of the original Dragon Ball series in painstaking detail, or at least what he could remember from it. 

She had listened intently, her skepticism giving way to grudging interest as the bizarre events of the story unfolded in Zaiko's retelling. 

It wasn't every day someone claimed to know the future—or at least a version of it.

"Do you know about Pilaf?" Zaiko had asked, leaning forward with a conspiratorial grin.

Violet had frowned, the name sparking recognition. "Yeah, I've heard of him. A rich, blue manchild with delusions of grandeur. Why?"

Zaiko pressed on. "Has his castle been destroyed yet?"

Violet shook her head. "Not that I know of. Why? You planning to visit the guy?"

A smirk had spread across Zaiko's face. "Oh, we're doing more than visiting. Trust me, Violet. You'll want to see this."

Now, as Violet piloted the plane toward Pilaf's castle, her mind replayed Zaiko's bizarre recounting of the events that would unfold. 

She pieced together the story in her head—the Pilaf Gang Saga, the Red Ribbon Army's future demise, the King Piccolo Saga, and finally, the fight between Son Goku and Piccolo Jr. 

The details Zaiko shared were absurd, almost too fantastical to believe, yet somehow, they felt credible, as if they were a future event bound to happen.

Zaiko lounged in the co-pilot seat, looking far too relaxed for someone who had just dropped world-shattering revelations. "You're unusually quiet," he remarked, glancing at her.

"I'm thinking," Violet replied curtly, her eyes focused on the horizon. "If even half of what you said is true, this kid—Son Goku—he's going to be a problem. Not just for Pilaf or the Army, but for everyone."

Zaiko chuckled. "Oh, he's more than a problem. He's a force of nature and will become the world's savior in the future."

Violet exhaled sharply, gripping the controls tighter. She wasn't sure if Zaiko was a madman, a prophet, or both.

"I think we're near," Violet said, gripping the controls as the plane descended toward a cliff hidden behind Pilaf's castle. 

Thanks to Red Ribbon Army tech, the stealth systems ensured the plane landed without triggering any of the castle's defenses.

Once we were safely on the ground, I hopped out of the plane and stretched, groaning as I raised my arms above my head. 

"Augh, I feel my back all stiff," I muttered, twisting to loosen up. The motion pulled my jacket tight against my torso, outlining my toned abdomen.

Unknown to me, Violet's gaze lingered too long before she snapped her head to the side, clearly flustered. 

"So," she began, clearing her throat, "we just wait until a big green dragon appears in the sky, right?" Her voice was steady, but I caught the slight edge of awkwardness in her tone. 

She quickly busied herself, pulling a small box of CC Capsules from her pocket and tossing one onto the ground with a flick of her wrist. In a puff of smoke, a small house materialized.

"Basically," I said, rolling my shoulders as I stretched. The house was compact yet surprisingly modern, with interiors that looked like something straight out of a 21st-century apartment back in my world. 

I might have been impressed if there had been Wi-Fi, but I had no luck.

Violet tossed her goggles onto the sofa in the center of the house before turning to me. "I'm going to take a nap. I need to process all this... nonsense you've been telling me. Don't do anything stupid while I'm out," she ordered, striding toward one of the bedrooms. 

She shut the door behind her with a firm click, and moments later, I could hear the unmistakable sound of snoring.

I smirked to myself. 'Woman or gorilla? Hard to tell.'

Shaking my head, I stepped outside again, leaving the house behind as I surveyed the surrounding terrain. 

The cliff gave a clear view of Pilaf's castle. The area was eerily quiet.

I wandered closer to the cliff's edge, scanning the terrain below. Memories from the original Dragon Ball flashed as I recognized the clearing where Pilaf would summon Shenron. 

My objective now was simple: find the best hiding spot to observe everything without being noticed.

The night was cool, the breeze rustling faintly through the trees. I crouched near some dense foliage, peering toward the castle with a grin tugging at my lips.

...

Many nights passed in that small, Capsule Corp-furnished house on the cliff, with nothing significant happening around Pilaf's castle. 

At some point, Violet seemed to abandon any shame and started striding around the house in nothing but her lingerie.

Not that I was complaining. As long as she helped out occasionally and I got a front-row view of that thicc ass, I didn't have any objections. 

Violet clearly didn't care about what I thought, which only made it more amusing.

The wait for the Dragon Balls stretched on with agonizing slowness. I think a month had passed, but it didn't really matter. 

To keep myself sane—and to make use of the time—I decided to start training. 

Drawing inspiration from Goku and Krillin's early days with Master Roshi, I strapped a 100kg bulletproof plate designed for the plane we stole onto my back and began using it as a weighted vest. 

The extra weight added an insane layer of difficulty to every mundane task, but it felt like progress. Slowly but surely, I was building strength—even if it hurt like the nine hells.

Meanwhile, I was still trying to get a handle on King Crimson. For reasons I didn't understand, the Stand refused to fully manifest, stubbornly allowing only its left arm to appear. 

It was hilarious to see—a disembodied, muscular arm floating at my side like a ghostly helper—but living with that limitation was frustrating. 

I'd be toast in a serious fight if I didn't figure out how to make King Crimson manifest completely.

I also worked on mastering Epitaph. Unlike in the manga, where Doppio could use his hair as a medium to see the future, I didn't have the luxury of a long, floppy mane. 

My short hair was useless for the task, so I improvised. I decided to use a scarf as my "channeler." 

Whenever I needed to activate Epitaph, I would pull the scarf over my eyes, letting its fabric create the mental focus I needed to peer into the future. 

Afterward, I'd adjust it neatly back around my neck, trying to look as suave as possible. The setup worked... most of the time, mostly... I still had a long way to go.

Then, one night, as I was sweating through another grueling session of bodyweight training, my Fucker System finally gave me something to do. The familiar, mocking blue screen materialized in front of me.

==Fucker System==

Name: Zaiko

Titles: [None]

Race: [Human] [Locked]

Bloodline: [None]

Transformation: [None]

Harem: [None] [Virgin] [Bozo] [L] [Imagine no bitches]

Potential: [Earthling] [L] [Imagine not being OP from day one]

Special: [Stand: King Crimson]

[Extras: Locked]

==Mission Board==

Mission #1: The Smell of Perfume

Objective: Fuck Violet. That's it.

Reward: Unlock first omni-verse mission.

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*Which Universe would you like to see first!? Write which one would you like in the comments! Naruto, Bleach, MHA, Marvel, DC, anythin!*

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I stared at the screen in disbelief, wiping the sweat from my brow. "That's the first mission?" I muttered, half-laughing. Of course, the dragon ghost-loving fucker bastard had to keep it classy.

The timing was ironic. Violet, dressed in one of her flimsy bras and panties, had just walked by to grab a drink from the fridge. 

She glanced at me, probably wondering why I was standing there staring into space like an idiot, before turning back to her business.

After a grueling day of training, I was just about to pour myself a cup of apple juice when a blinding light illuminated the sky, its brilliance turning the tranquil night into day. 

It was as if the heavens had split open, and its sheer intensity made my heart skip a beat.

"Oh, fuck!" I shouted, hastily shrugging off the weighted vest with the help of King Crimson's floating left arm. 

Without wasting a moment, I sprinted to the edge of the mountain to get a better view.

Standing at the cliff's edge, I stared in awe as the original Dragon God—the Shenron—descended from the sky. 

His enormous, serpentine body twisted gracefully as he emerged, his sheer size and presence making time feel as though it had slowed down. A wide grin spread across my face. 

This was it.

My thoughts were interrupted by the unmistakable sound of Violet kicking open the door to the Capsule Corp house. 

She stormed out, still dressed in her skimpy lingerie, her legs and thighs glistening for some reason that I tried not to think too hard about. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and she looked as though she'd just been rudely yanked from something important.

"Is that the fucking dragon!?" she shouted, her voice laced with a mix of astonishment and frustration.

"Yes! Yes, it is!" I yelled back. Without waiting for her to respond, I turned and bolted down the hill, my feet flying across the uneven terrain. 

At this point, I was probably as fast as a motorcycle. It amazed me how far my training had pushed my human body in such a short amount of time.

'It's time to steal that first wish,' I thought, determination blazing in my mind. As I neared the clearing where the Pilaf Gang had gathered, I could make out the familiar shapes of Pilaf, Shu, and Mai, along with Oolong creeping toward the dragon.

Shenron's deep, booming voice echoed through the clearing as he addressed the Pilaf Gang. My mind raced. This is where Oolong wishes for the stupid panties in the original timeline. 'Not this time!'