As the baby lay in the incubation chamber, his gaze fixed upon the golden screen before him, a thought crossed his mind. 'It appears I've obtained all the functions I desired in my system,' he pondered. 'I guess it was worth using up two wishes to customize it.'
'Now that I'm fully aware of my surroundings, I should learn the language from my mother or Raditz.'
Determined, he resolved to dedicate every waking moment to unraveling the complexities of the language spoken here, which was challenging to comprehend as it was utilized by all intelligent lifeforms, implying that it was a universal language.
Unbeknownst to the baby, his perception of time was distorted within the incubator. Although he thought he had learned the language moderately in a mere month, it had actually been more than seven months since he began the process. The chemicals present in the incubator were designed to suppress the perception of time, rendering him oblivious to its passage.
The creation of such a mechanism was rooted in the Saiyan culture, designed to ensure restless Saiyan children slept for longer periods, sparing their parents from trouble caused by their impulsive and mischievous nature. It offered a solution for impatient and irresponsible Saiyan parents who struggled to handle their young Saiyan offspring's constant wakefulness.
Furthermore, his perception of time was affected by his current child's body, which requires more sleep and lacks control over waking up at will. This further contributed to his altered sense of time, as his slumber dictated his periods of wakefulness.
During his dedicated language learning, the baby's proficiency grew with each passing day, thanks to the invaluable assistance of the system. It meticulously evaluated his usage of words, providing feedback on correct and incorrect usage, allowing him to assess his progress and make necessary adjustments. With the system as his guide, his linguistic skills steadily improved.
As he delved deeper into the intricacies of the language, the baby's bond with his newfound family grew stronger. Their presence became an integral part of his learning journey, fostering a deep sense of belonging and warmth within his heart. Their support propelled him forward, fueling his determination to master the language and his overall development.
For the next three years, the baby thrived in his pursuit of knowledge and language mastery. It was a period marked by prosperity, growth, and the joy of discovery. His thirst for understanding the world around him seemed insatiable, and he relished every moment of his intellectual and personal growth.
However, amidst his flourishing journey, an ominous shadow cast its pallor over his planet. The tyrannical space overlord, Frieza, would unleash a devastating energy blast that would alter the course of the baby's destiny forever. Tragedy loomed, threatening to shatter the tranquility and progress he had achieved, catapulting him into an unknown and perilous future.
...
For the eighth time within seven months, the infant, suspended in the confines of the incubation chamber, slowly opened his eyes. As his gaze wandered, he caught sight of a man who bore a striking resemblance to himself.
This man stood tall, exuding strength, and possessed a crown of untamed, black hair. Its disheveled nature, with three distinct bangs to the right of his brow and two to the left, added to his rugged appearance.
The man's hair boasted a distinctive spikiness, with five prominent spikes adorning the front, and an additional four gracing the back. His complexion held a darker hue than the infant's, hinting at a heritage that diverged slightly from his own.
Furthermore, it was the man's eyes that caught the infant's attention, reminiscent of Raditz's, with an air of defined sharpness and unwavering determination.
Among his notable features, the man bore a prominent and rugged scar that ran thick and rough along his left cheek, leaving a lasting mark on his visage.
Adding to his Saiyan heritage, a long prehensile tail, adorned with brown fur, encircled his waist like a belt—a common trait among the Saiyans of Universe 7.
As for his attire, he donned a striking ensemble. Clad in dark blue and green battle armor, he exuded an aura of readiness for combat. The armor's sturdy design provided both protection and flexibility, allowing him to navigate the battlefield with ease.
Completing his attire, he wore dark blue combat pants that complemented the overall aesthetic. Long red armbands adorned his muscular arms, matching the vibrant hues of his leg warmers. Finally, his feet were adorned with dark blue and green boots, solidifying his formidable appearance.
In this distinctive attire and adorned with unique features, the man stood as a testament to his Saiyan lineage, exuding an air of strength, readiness, and a warrior's spirit.
Approaching the chamber where the infant floated, Bardock, the man with the scarred cheek, stood alongside Gine, the baby's mother. Looking intently at the tiny figure within, he voiced his inquiry.
"Is he our newborn baby?" Bardock questioned, a mixture of curiosity and pride evident in his voice.
Gine nodded in response, her eyes filled with affection as she gazed at her son. "Yes and he's seven months old," she confirmed with a hint of admiration in her tone.
"Yet already, he has your distinctive hair, Bardock." Her gaze shifted to their child, who remained peacefully floating in the chamber. "But unlike Raditz, when he awakens from his sleep, he seems much quieter and calmer."
Bardock's expression softened as he regarded his child with a sense of wonder. A mixture of paternal love and curiosity flickered in his eyes, reflecting the depth of his connection to the infant.
Bardock's expression turned sorrowful as he assessed his son's power level through the power scouter, revealing a low combat power that mirrored his status as a low-class Saiyan. His heart weighed heavy with a mix of disappointment and concern.
"He appears to be a low-class Saiyan, like me (way worse)," Bardock murmured, a tinge of sadness coloring his words. The power scouter displayed a pitiful combat power, even in comparison to other low-class Saiyans, highlighting the challenges that lay ahead for their child.
Gine, ever the source of comfort and support, reached out to assuage Bardock's worries. "Don't worry about him, Bardock," she reassured, her voice filled with warmth and confidence.
"He'll become a powerful fighter, just like his father." Gine understood the significance of power within their Saiyan race, as it determined their social standing and survival in their warrior society.
Bardock took solace in his wife's words, feeling a renewed sense of determination and responsibility. "Okay," he declared, his voice firm with conviction.
"I'll make sure he receives the training he needs before being sent to conquer other planets, unlike us who had to fight for survival." Bardock was resolute in his decision, knowing that his son's chances of survival on such missions would be slim without a significant increase in combat power.
Bardock's abrupt inquiry brought his attention to the fact that he had yet to know his son's name. Realizing his oversight, he turned to Gine, seeking the answer.
"Have you chosen a name for him yet?" Bardock asked, his tone tinged with curiosity and anticipation. His mind had been preoccupied with thoughts of the future, causing the name to slip from his memory.
Gine's cheerful reply carried a hint of mischief. "No, I was planning on letting you name him," she confessed, a playful smile dancing on her lips. She wanted Bardock to have the honor of bestowing their child with a name, just as she had done with their older child, Raditz.
A sense of gratitude filled Bardock's heart as he considered his wife's words. "Thank you, Gine," he expressed sincerely, his gaze returning to his son in the incubation chamber.
The infant, seemingly awakened by the conversation, met his father's eyes with a curious gaze, as if comprehending the significance of their discussion.
"I'll name him Kakarot," Bardock declared, his voice resonating with determination and pride. With the name chosen, he felt a profound connection forming between himself and his son, a bond that would shape their destinies in unforeseen ways.
As the loving gazes of his family members, excluding a visibly envious Raditz, the baby couldn't help but reflect on his unique circumstances. A thought crossed his infant mind, shaped by the knowledge of different timelines within the Dragon Ball universe.
"Well, it appears that I was born in the Dragon Ball Super timeline just as I wished for," he pondered inwardly, aware of the contrasting nature of his father's involvement in his life. In this timeline, Bardock shows care and concern for his son, unlike the future depicted in Dragon Ball Z.
Amidst the familial warmth, Kakarot, the infant, couldn't resist a mischievous thought directed at Raditz. Mockingly smirking, or at least attempting to, he provoked his older brother, relishing in the reaction he elicited. Raditz's irritation grew as he perceived Kakarot's smirk as a challenge to their sibling rivalry, igniting a fiery response within him.
"It sucks to be you right now," Kakarot's internal thought teased, a hint of playful superiority evident in his imaginary smirk. The shift in attention and favor within the household seemed to fuel his mischievous delight.
Yet, amidst the familial dynamics and sibling interactions, Kakarot's thoughts took a more serious turn. Recognizing the challenges that awaited him in this universe, he realized the necessity of intense training to survive.
Anticipating encounters with even fiercer enemies than those in Dragon Ball GT, a gleeful determination filled his young heart, manifested through a grin forming on his face.
'System!'
「Gamer System」
〖Status Window
Name: Kakarot | Age: 7 Month | Title: Reincarnator | Class: Gamer
HP: 100% | Ki: 100% | MP: 100%
-Attributes-
❂ Body: 1 | ❆ Spirit: 1
[Battle Power (Ki): 1]
✵ Mind: 1 | ۞ Soul: 1
[Mystical Power (Mana): 1]
Charm: 2 | Luck: 10〗
〚Skill Tree
Gamers Body: Passive (Max) | Gamers Mind: Passive (Max) | Language: Passive (1) - Description: Grants the user the power to understand the fundamental language of the multiverse. Effect: With continued learning, the user gains the ability to comprehend any language in the universe by 1%, including those of animals, extraterrestrial beings, and non-living entities. | Observe: Active (1) - Description: Through constant observation, the user has developed a keen skill in observing, and gathering information swiftly. Effect: By actively using the "Observe" skill, the user can collect requested data, with more comprehensive details at higher proficiency levels. The maximum level difference for effective observation is 20. | Training: Passive (1) - Description: Training is an inherent instinct for all living creatures to enhance skills and knowledge. Effect: Provides a 1% boost to the user during training activities. Enhances the development and refinement of physical abilities, mental faculties, or chosen skills through systematic practice and improvement.〛
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The baby found himself puzzled by the apparent discrepancy between the perceived passage of time and the actual duration he had spent as a seven-month-old. Perplexed, he sought an explanation for this phenomenon.
"What the hell happened? How did I become seven months old when it felt like only one month had passed, even while I was sleeping?" he wondered, his curiosity piqued. After some contemplation, an epiphany dawned upon him.
"It must be because I am a baby, and time feels slower in the incubation chamber. Perhaps Siayan infants don't have the same awareness of time, and that's why it seemed to fly by without me realizing it," he reasoned, coming to terms with the nature of his experience.
Regardless of the time dilation, the baby acknowledged that he had limited opportunities to explore his system beyond the initial encounter. Having awakened only eight times throughout the seven months, each instance accompanied by significant fatigue, he marveled at his progress.
"Whatever the case may be, I managed to achieve my goal and much more," he reflected, analyzing the situation. He attributed his success to his ability to learn and observe simply by immersing himself in his surroundings, as well as engaging in mental training such as image training or something like that.
With a sense of satisfaction, the baby decided to set another small goal for himself: the development of his Battle and Mystical power as he reached one year of age. Content with his plan, he drifted back to sleep, determined to make the most of the remaining months before his goal's realization.
As the baby's eyelids closed, his mind brimming with aspirations, he settled into a peaceful slumber, ready to embark on the next phase of his growth and evolution.