Ten years in the *Dragon Ball* world taught Cabros that combat power isn't just a number; it's earned through relentless effort. Despite every training method from his past life, his combat power barely exceeds 1,000. For a ten-year-old low-class Saiyan, this is remarkable, surpassing most intermediate warriors, who rarely exceed 1,500 at his age. Typically, a low-class Saiyan might reach 500 on Planet Vegeta's 10x gravity or 400 on Rocky Star by this age. Cabros's unique training made the difference, but progress is slowing, and every race and method has limits.
Cabros realized that to grow stronger, he must follow Goku's path, learning from masters like Roshi, Karin, Kami, Popo, and King Kai. Only by absorbing their wisdom can he surpass his limits. His destination: Earth.
First, he needed his spaceship back. Waiting until his combat power hit 2,000 would take too long; his training's effectiveness was waning. In 742 A.K., he approached Hill, requesting a signal jammer to evade detection. Hiding was no longer an option; retreat wasn't the Saiyan way.
Rocky Star's City Alliance, a heavily guarded fortress, housed his ship under the watch of Misa, the "God of Earth," with over 2,000 combat power. Cabros wasn't sure if Misa had grown stronger in five years, but doubted it; progress was tough for all.
He targeted Magnet King, the ability-user who once defeated him. With a weak body and only 900 combat power, Magnet King was no match for Cabros's surprise attack. A kick to the chest left him gravely wounded.
"You're alive?" Magnet King gasped.
"Of course," Cabros snapped. "Today, you die."
"What do you want?"
"To destroy you and your Anti-League of Legends."
"The God of Earth won't forgive you!"
"So, you're in league with him," Cabros sneered. "The heroic association's leader and the Anti-League's head, colluding to fool the world. You deserve death."
Cabros struck swiftly, killing Magnet King. Despite his destructive abilities, Magnet King's frail body couldn't withstand the assault. Cabros then purged the Anti-League, but mid-cleanup, a chill ran down his spine; Misa was coming. Planting time bombs as a diversion, he slipped into the City Alliance's core, destroyed the ship's metal casing, and blasted a gap in the base with an energy wave.
"Stop him! He's after the spaceship!" guards shouted.
"Misa's ten minutes out!"
"Damn thief! You'll pay for ruining my space dream!"
Cabros ignited the ship's engines and soared into the wasteland. With the signal jammer active, Misa couldn't pursue. From orbit, Cabros saw Misa launch a futile energy wave, unable to break the planet's gravity. Cabros smirked; next time, with over 2,000 combat power, he'd rule Rocky Star.
Trained on Planet Vegeta to pilot ships, Cabros set Earth as his destination. Extra fuel ensured the month-long journey. Exhausted but hopeful, he prepared to sleep, dreaming of Earth's promise.
In early 743 A.K., his spherical ship landed on Earth. In the Heavenly Temple, Kami sensed Cabros's power, far surpassing Piccolo's, unmatched on Earth.
"Popo," Kami said, "another alien, like the Saiyan child whose energy I sensed five years ago. His power is overwhelming."
"His aura isn't evil," Popo replied. "He may not harm Earth."
"I hope so," Kami said. "But Earth needs its own warriors."
Cabros's arrival unknowingly spurred Kami to train Earth's defenders.
On Earth, Cabros felt at home. He exchanged gold and metals for cash, savored a hearty meal, and set his sights on Bulma's family in West City. Dr. Brief, the Universal Capsule Corporation's founder, was his target.
At Brief's home, the scientist eyed Cabros warily. "Who are you? What do you want?"
"I need your scientific expertise," Cabros said.
"My services aren't cheap," Brief warned.
"I have no money," Cabros replied, "but I want Capsule Corp shares for food and shelter."
"You're robbing me!" Brief scoffed. "My company's my life's work!"
"Not robbery," Cabros said. "A trade: technology beyond Earth's."
He flew off, returning with his spaceship. Brief's eyes gleamed.
"This metal, it's not from Earth!" Brief marveled, climbing aboard. "How's it open?"
Cabros tapped the hatch, revealing the interior. Brief dove in, inspecting every detail.
"Well?" Cabros asked.
"Anything you want, just let me study this!" Brief said.
"Should've started with that," Cabros laughed.
"This is decades ahead," Brief rambled. "I'd trade half my shares!"
"Ten percent's enough," Cabros said.