Saiyan Reforged

Tetsuya was the definition of what you would call a normal teen except for the fact that he was bored out of his mind. He wanted a way out… out in a different world of fantasy… but there was no way something like that would happen… so his only source of entertainment was anime, games, manga, and LN. To be like those badass MC's, he started to train various martial arts. He was instantly hooked. The adrenaline rush... the thrill of a fight... gave him the joy he was looking for. He fought everything from strong martial artists to local thugs and gangs. The simple feeling of having your fist strike another on the face was enough to give him joy. Please note that he was not some mentally retarded person. He was perfectly sane... (in his own unique way.) Every time he defeated some thug or a gang he looted their hideout. The money he obtained was the next most precious thing for him. He had a collection of golden watches, rings and other precious stuff in his bas.e.m.e.nt. It was like a trophy for him.

He was on his way to clean another gang when the skies suddenly turned dark. A Golden Truck materialized out of thin air and a loud voice boomed across the skies,

{{{"I am the engine under my bumper...

Steel is my body, diesel is my blood...

I have created over a thousand reincarnations...

Unknown to trains...

Nor known to bikes...

Have withstood pain to create many deaths...

Yet, those wheels will crush nothing...

As I run over, Unlimited Truck Works...!!!"}}}

The last thing he remembers was the sight of hundreds of Golden Trucks racing towards him from all directions.