Dragon Ball if I was Goku

Smoke rose from the crashed pod.

Dust thick and impenetrable, obscuring everything within a ten-foot radius of the impact crater. Sparks crackled from torn metal.

Through the haze, a figure emerged.

Coughing.

Goku waved a hand in front of his face, trying to clear the air from his lungs. His white shirt, loose, casual, was now gray with dust. His pants were scuffed. His sneakers had seen better days.

His tail swayed behind him, equally dusty.

The smoke began to thin.

And he saw them.

The throne room had transformed into a battlefield formation.

Royal guards stood in a defensive line, raised palms, bodies coiled for violence. Their scouters beeped and flickered, readings stabilizing on the intruders.

2.

*The male reads... 2?*

Confusion rippled through their ranks. A power level of 2 was nothing. An insect. A mistake.

1490.

The female behind him was more substantial. Warrior-class, at least.

Behind the guards, standing with arms loose at her sides, Queen Vegeta watched. Her expression revealed nothing.

To her left, Nappa had positioned herself in front of Princess Vegeta, a wall of muscle between the heir and the threat. But the young princess wasn't cooperating. She pushed against Nappa's protective arm, craning her neck, eyes wide with hungry curiosity.

"Let me see, I want to see what crashed!"

The dust cleared further.

Goku's form became visible, tall, broad, unmistakably male. Wild hair. Easy posture. A face that held no fear whatsoever.

He looked at the assembled warriors.

At the guards ready to kill him.

At the massive woman shielding the small princess.

At the Queen upon her throne.

And smiled.

"Hello there."

"SEIZE HIM!"

Nappa's roar shattered the moment.

The royal guards surged forward, eight elite warriors moving with synchronized precision.

The first reached Goku in a heartbeat, her palm strike aimed at his solar plexus.

Goku shifted.

Minimal movement. His body rotated just enough to let the strike pass, his hand coming up to redirect her momentum. She flew past him, balance destroyed, stumbling into the debris.

The second and third attacked together, high and low, meant to overwhelm.

Goku stepped into the gap between them.

His elbow found one's stomach. His palm found the other's chin. Neither blow looked powerful. Both women dropped like puppets with cut strings.

"He's-" one guard started.

Goku was already moving.

It wasn't a fight.

He flowed through them like water through fingers, always where they weren't, never where they expected. Every attack met empty air. Every defense opened.