⎰Planet Vegeta - Age 734⎱
In the vast expanse of universe 7, a streak of light, reminiscent of a shooting star, blazed across the sky, captivating the attention of onlookers. Its origin appeared to transcend the very boundaries of the cosmos, a phenomenon defying rational explanation.
As it drew nearer to its destination, the luminous trail gradually lost its radiant intensity, diminishing in brilliance as it approached the planet known as Vegeta. Once named Planet Plant before it had been conquered by the Saiyans, who renamed it in honor of their ruling monarch.
Approaching the planet's surface, the radiant light decelerated significantly, as if guided by an unseen force. The once-dazzling glow gradually waned, growing fainter and fainter until it resembled a mere flicker upon reaching a prominent institution within the Saiyan civilization—a hospital that bore witness to the birth of countless Saiyan infants.
The radiance drew nearer, gracefully gliding towards a room resonating with the echoes of a woman's agonizing cries. The mother, her Saiyan tail swaying with intensity, was in the midst of the profound process of childbirth. At that moment, the luminous entity seamlessly intertwined itself with the nascent life that was being brought into the world.
Amidst the commotion, a determined voice pierced through the air, commanding strength and resilience. "Hold on, just a little longer!" The woman's hands carefully guided the emergence of the newborn, the cries of the child harmonizing with the strains of his entry into the realm of existence.
With a sigh of relief, the woman declared, "He's out," her fatigue evident as she gazed upon the infant's tear-filled eyes, desperately seeking solace amidst his cries.
"You can keep him here for now until they bring the scanner to measure his Battle Power, and then he'll be placed in the incubation chamber," she explained, gently transferring the newborn into the waiting arms of his mother.
In the embrace of his mother's grasp, Matthew, the reincarnated soul, found himself confronting the intense sensations of being born anew, the overwhelming pressure from all sides evoking his plea for aid.
Gine, filled with a mix of exhaustion and elation, looked down at her precious child, his cries resonating with the rawness of new life. Panting with both weariness and joy, she expressed her gratitude, "Thank you. It's truly a wonder to finally hold my baby in my arms."
The absence of Bardock, consumed by his duties in distant planetary missions, cast a shadow over this precious moment, reminiscent of her previous pregnancy with Raditz.
Yet, Gine's heart swelled with love and adoration for her new baby boy, akin to the fierce affection she held for Raditz. Though Bardock was absent, the bond between mother and child remained unbreakable, grounding her in the joy and fulfillment of motherhood.
As she contemplated the cultural norms that often dictated the Saiyan's approach to parenthood, Gine couldn't help but acknowledge the rarity of Bardock's occasional visits.
Despite the prevalent disinterest in offspring among her kin, she found solace in the fact that her husband made an effort, even if infrequent. It was a glimmer of connection that she cherished amidst the inherent challenges of their Saiyan society.
Her gaze remained fixed on her newborn, a mixture of hope and apprehension swirling within her. Soon, an individual arrived to measure her son's Battle Power, an integral aspect that held immense significance within the Saiyan civilization.
Gine's heart fluttered with anticipation as she silently offered prayers, yearning for her son to possess the strength and potential that would grant him a place of significance among their kind.
Understanding the harsh reality that prevailed in this society, she recognized that a high Battle Power would determine her son's status and acceptance among his Saiyan brethren.
At that moment, Gine's maternal instincts intertwined with her longing for her child's well-being, fervently hoping that the outcome of the assessment would grant him the power needed to navigate the challenges that awaited him in their Saiyan community.
As the purple, alien-like creature approached the newborn, a mixture of curiosity and disdain reflected in his scowling expression. The scanner held firmly in his hand, hovered near the Saiyan baby, who lay wrapped in a towel next to his mother.
With a touch of the button, the device emitted a faint hum, ready to measure the crucial Battle Power that would determine the infant's fate in the eyes of their Saiyan society.
'Damn it, another monkey, these barbarians can't even control their urges, and worst of all, their Battle Power isn't even that high despite their claiming to be the warrior race.' Internally, the creature's thoughts echoed with a touch of superiority, dismissing the child's potential due to his lineage as a Low-Class Saiyan.
A tinge of disappointment lingered in his assessment, already assuming that the baby's Battle Power would fall below expectations. Such sentiments revealed the deep-rooted biases and rigid hierarchy that governed the Saiyan civilization, where power determined worth and standing.
[BP: 1]
The scanner's reading flashed on the purple alien's device, displaying a meager Battle Power of just 1. His boisterous laughter reverberated through the room, filling the air with a mix of mockery and amusement. With a voice tinged with condescension, he addressed Gine, the baby's mother, with a hint of cruel jest.
"Hohahahhahwhahah! Look at this pitiful creature. His Battle Power is so abysmally low, it's laughable. Lady, you should be deeply concerned for this frail boy, as he is unlikely to survive for long on any distant planet. He lacks the strength and resilience necessary for survival," the alien taunted, relishing in the perceived insignificance of the infant's potential.
Amidst his laughter, the alien found joy and satisfaction in his role, deeming it both simple and entertaining. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he wiped away a tear of mirth before continuing.
"I love this job, you know. It's always a source of amusement. Phew," he chuckled, a sense of twisted pleasure emanating from his alien form.
The Saiyan woman, undeterred by the alien's mockery, focused on the task at hand. Holding the futuristic iPad in her hands, she calmly addressed the alien, her voice filled with disappointment because he had the lowest Battle Power she had ever heard, much less seen before she joined here.
"He is a low-class Saiyan, but that doesn't diminish his worth. Now, if you don't mind, could you please assist me in registering his name in the system?" She requested it, displaying a sense of indifference.
Gine's disappointment over her son's low Battle Power lingered, but she remained resolute. She knew that her husband's arrival would bring the opportunity to decide on a name that held significance and meaning. With an affectionate gaze directed at her newborn child, she reassured him of their love and dedication.
"As soon as my husband arrives, we will decide on his name and register it accordingly," Gine declared, her voice brimming with maternal tenderness, a rare sentiment among their Saiyan race.
Just then, a man emerged into the room, rolling into an incubation chamber filled with a vibrant green liquid. Gine carefully handed her precious child to the man, trusting him to place the infant in the chamber and provide him with the potential to thrive and grow in the future.
"That's okay, as long as you register his name within the next year. Now we will take him to his pod for the next year if you like, or you can take him home with the pod."
With the option to either take the baby to his pod for the next year or bring him home, Gine chose the latter. Rising from the bed with remarkable strength and agility, she showcased the physical prowess inherent in her Saiyan heritage.
"I'll take him home," Gine declared, her determination shining through as she pushed the sleeping newborn's incubation chamber toward their dwelling. Despite the disappointment she felt regarding his low Battle Power, she couldn't help but notice the resemblance between her son and his father, Bardock, a fellow low-class Saiyan.
The alien's dismissive attitude regarding the baby's low Battle Power didn't faze Gine. She understood the societal expectations placed on Saiyans based on their power, but she held a different perspective.
The safety and future of her child were paramount to Gine. She made a mental note to ask Bardock to train their son once he was out of the incubation chamber. With Bardock's guidance and the potential hidden within their child, Gine held onto the hope that he would defy expectations and carve his path in the universe.
~At The Same Time~
In another part of the hospital, a surprising discovery sent shockwaves through the blue alien's mind as he held a Saiyan baby in his arms. The scanner had revealed an astonishing Battle Power of 10,000, a level far beyond what was expected.
"I can't believe what I'm seeing. A 10,000-person battle force? Is this some kind of error?" The blue alien's apprehension about the future was evident in the way he spoke. The implications of such a high power level echoed in his mind, prompting him to consider reporting this unprecedented discovery to King Vegeta.
However, another purple alien interjected, refusing to accept the possibility. Doubt clouded his voice as he urged the blue alien to re-scan the baby, desperately seeking confirmation.
"Scan him again! It can't be true!" the purple alien insisted, hoping for a different result.
Taking a moment to recompose himself, the blue alien re-scanned the baby, and to his relief, the Battle Power read a mere 10. The initial reading had been a fluke, a momentary error that had caused undue panic.
"Phew! That was a close call! The true Battle Power is only 10," the blue alien exclaimed, his laughter filled with a mix of relief and amusement. The other aliens joined in the laughter, sharing the collective joy of a false alarm.
Acknowledging the unfortunate circumstances surrounding the baby's parents, the decision was made to send him to his pod. With his mother's passing during childbirth and his father Paragus absent, there was no need to report anything further. The scanner's misreading had clarified the situation, relieving them of any potential concerns.
...
After what seemed like a peaceful slumber, Matthew stirred awake, believing he had enjoyed a restful night's sleep. However, to his surprise, an entire month had passed since his last conscious moment when he checked the age of himself on his status screen.
Unbeknownst to him, the fluids within the incubator he had been placed in had a peculiar effect on his perception of time. As a result, his body was provided with all the necessary nourishment and sustenance, eliminating the need for him to remain consciously aware.
Also being a newborn played a role since he had no concept of the passing time, making the month-long period seem like a mere blink of an eye.
The incubator itself had been specifically designed for Saiyan children, taking into account their inherently aggressive nature. Recognizing that young Saiyans would not tolerate being confined or restricted in their movements, the chambers were created to prevent any potential devastation upon awakening.
'Where the heck am I? The last I remember was looking at a woman that looked like a nurse or something," reflected Matthew as he looked around and recognized he was in a yellow-looking fluid nursing capsule similar to the one he saw in the recently released Broly film a few years back.
He couldn't help but notice the peculiar features of his current state. Clad in a metal diaper-like garment, he realized its purpose was to collect any waste that accumulated within the capsule, ensuring cleanliness and convenience.
'Having a tail on my back now feels strange.' When he peered behind him, the presence of a tail protruding from his back caught his attention, its brown hue and length resembling that of a monkey's tail. It moved fluidly within the liquid, almost like an additional appendage he could control at will.
He then examined his surroundings, discovering that the structure he was living in now resembled a clay house with gooey green windows and long holes that looked like chimneys.
Taking a closer look at his surroundings, he noticed that the structure he was in resembled a clay house, with green windows coated in a sticky substance and chimney-like openings scattered around. It exuded an otherworldly yet strangely comforting atmosphere.
Just then, a woman of average height entered the room, capturing his focus. She carried a sizable slice of meat and held a cleaver in her hand. Her appearance was striking, with light, pale skin, piercing obsidian eyes, and shaggy black hair cascading down to her shoulders.
She wore a sleek black sleeveless bodysuit, accentuated by dark green combat armor adorned with bronze accents and outlined in white. Purple armbands adorned her arms, while white boots completed her attire. Notably, she, too, possessed a tail, which swayed freely behind her, untethered from her waist.
Matthew quickly deduced that this was a common practice among Saiyans on Planet Vegeta, allowing their tails to hang loosely while at home. It seemed that tying the tail around the waist was reserved for battlefield scenarios, serving as a practical measure.
As Matthew pondered the identity of the woman before him, he couldn't help but consider the possibility that she was his birth mother, Gine, in this new life as a Saiyan. Memories from his previous world, where he had watched Dragon Ball on TV, surged within him, fueling his curiosity.
He examined her features, comparing them to the image he had seen of Gine in the anime. Though he couldn't be entirely certain, there were striking resemblances that hinted at their connection. The light, pale skin, obsidian eyes, and shaggy black hair aligned with the description he had seen before.
While his memories couldn't provide concrete evidence, there was an undeniable familiarity in her appearance and the way she carried herself. It was as if he had seen her before, even if it was only on a screen.
Matthew found himself grappling with the realization that he had somehow entered the world of Dragon Ball, a realm known for its fierce martial artists and epic battles. It was a place he had only dreamed of, where he yearned to live and explore its vast possibilities.
His attention shifted as he heard footsteps approaching, even though he was confined within the chamber. Turning his gaze, he beheld a young boy with shaggy black hair cascading down to his waist. Unlike the woman he believed to be Gine, this boy stood significantly shorter, barely reaching her waist.
'That's my older brother, Raditz. In the original plot, Raditz had been depicted as a villain destined to meet his demise due to Goku or my involvement.' Recognition sparked within Matthew's mind.
Mixed emotions washed over Matthew as he observed Raditz, contemplating the complex relationship they were meant to share.
"#@$!," Raditz said to the Gine before returning his attention to him in the incubation chamber, which Matthew didn't grasp because he had yet to comprehend the universal language spoken in this unfamiliar world.
'What are they talking about?' Matthew wondered.
'It appears that the dragon did not give me the ability to understand the universal language used here. Whatever the case may be, I'll strive to understand what they're saying during the following months since most people in this world speak the same language. Let's try to open my system now.'
'System!'
「Gamer System」
〖Status Window - Description: Displays the information of the player.
Name: Unknown | Age: 1 Month | Title: Reincarnator | Class: Gamer
HP: 100% | Ki: 100% | MP: 100%
-Attributes-
❂ Body: 1 | ❆ Spirit: 1
[Battle Power (Ki): 1 ((Body+Spirit)/2)]
✵ Mind: 1 | ۞ Soul: 1
[Mystical Power (Mana): 1 ((Mind+Soul)/2)]
Charm: 2 | Luck: 10〗
〚Skill Tree - Description: Represent the character's innate and acquired abilities. There are two kinds of skills: passive and active.
Gamer's Body: Passive (Max) - Description: Allows users to experience real life as a game, making daily life dynamic and interactive. Effect: Resting in bed replenishes health, magic, and ki by 80% while eliminating most negative status effects. Users can allocate points to shape their abilities and characteristics. | Gamer's Mind: Passive (Max) - Description: Allows clearer and more rational thinking, especially outside of combat or emotional distress. Effect: Provides calmness, mental immunity, and resilience, ensuring stability in stressful situations.〛
|Title - Description: It is a moniker you get throughout your life after achieving a great achievement, and it boosts a person's abilities/powers.
Reincarnator - Description: Possesses a soul that has surpassed its limits through reincarnation, retaining memories from past lives. Effect: This state of existence grants a potent soul and an accelerated capacity to learn and master techniques and skills.|
{Inventory - Description: A system function with endless space where the host can store non-living objects. Everything within will remain in the same condition in which they were placed.}
«Perk - Description: These are things that you are born with or acquire during your life that can help you. Perks can be gained through missions or when the host achieves or is perceived to be accomplishing something exceptional to be granted a perk.
Saiyan Physiology - Description: Saiyans are a powerful race renowned for their immense strength, love of battle, and slightly extended lifespan. They possess the unique ability to grow stronger through combat, constantly pushing their limits and achieving higher power. Their unique Zenkai Boost accelerates their strength after recovering from near-fatal injuries, especially when a stronger opponent inflicts the damage. They also have the ability to transform with lots of variations.»