I floated in my baby pod, the greenish liquid surrounding me as I played with my tail. The weakness that each Saiyan had was this very appendage, and I knew I must train to overcome it. I squeezed it tighter, feeling the familiar dizziness and disorientation that the action brought. My vision blurred, and my body went limp, but I fought against the overwhelming urge to pass out. Each time I played with my tail, I lasted a bit longer before the darkness consumed me.
Despite my boredom, I continued to train with my tail within the confines of the pod. There wasn't anything else to do; after all, I wasn't even two years old yet. My parents hadn't shown up during the time I was here. However, I had come to learn my name was Celera from one of the staff members that was checking my vitals. I had to remember that Saiyans were not like humans who married for love; they simply mated and nothing more. So there was a high chance I probably wouldn't meet them. Not that it mattered to me, I was already used to it in my past life. Taking my mind off things, I decided to look around.
The room I was in was filled with other pods, stacked upon each other in rows upon rows. The bottom floor housed the low-class Saiyan babies, their pods less elaborate than those above them. My level, the second, was reserved for elite-class Saiyan babies like myself. And then there was the third floor, where a single red pod stood out among the rest, its occupant for by some noble's child, no doubt.
As I floated in my pod, training my weakness, my thoughts wandered to my future. Would I be able to become strong enough that I would be able to have fun? Well, the only way to make sure I will, is by training, or getting my ass kicked a bunch of times.
The next day.
In the midst of my training, I noticed movement in the room beyond my pod. Two figures entered, their forms obscured by the distance and the greenish liquid surrounding me. As they drew closer, I recognized them, and I was all too happy to see them. The first was a tall, muscular man with spiky black hair that defied gravity, a common trait among our kind. His face bore the marks of many battles and scars that only served to enhance his fierce appearance. He wore the standard Saiyan battle armor, Black and Yellow, with a tight blue skin body suit. This was Bardock, a badass warrior even among the elite. Had he only gotten more training, I'm sure he would have been the strongest Saiyan here.
Beside him stood a woman, her posture less imposing but still confident. Her own black hair was tousled, falling just below her shoulders. She too wore Saiyan armor, though hers was slightly less bulky, tailored to accommodate her more slender frame. This was Gine, known for her unusual kindness in a race of warriors. She was a short cutey. It honestly makes you want to protect her.
I couldn't help but feel curious about them and who I was born with. At least I know I wasn't sent to the past or future. My feeding mask slipped down my face, but I ignored it, instead focusing on shifting my position to get a better view of the approaching duo.
"Looks like he's growing up fast," Bardock said gruffly, stopping in front of one of the pods. "He'll be a strong warrior, no doubt."
"Of course," Gine replied softly, her voice filled with warmth. "He has both of us as parents."
"Right, let's just hope he doesn't inherit your softness," Bardock teased, though there was a hint of affection in his tone.
"Being compassionate doesn't make you weak," she countered, staring at the baby inside the pod with a loving gaze.
As they continued their conversation, I found myself wondering what it would be like to have parents who actually cared for me. Would they visit me in my pod, discussing my progress and potential? Or did the absence of my own parents not matter, as long as I continued to grow stronger and more resilient? Naw, that would be way too touchy feely for my taste.
"Come on, Gine," Bardock said, patting her shoulder. "We should get back to our duties. He'll be fine here."
"Alright," she agreed, giving the baby one last look before turning away with a sigh.
As they began to walk away, I quickly adjusted my feeding mask to ensure it was securely in place, not wanting to draw attention to myself. I continued to watch them from the corner of my eye, their presence still sparking curiosity. I wondered if I could somehow approach them. Maybe I could even get Bardock to train me.
And as I floated in my pod, watching Bardock and Gine disappear from my sight, I couldn't wait until I could get out of this crappy pod.
Wait, is that Raditz? That child in the pod must be the brother of Goku, Honestly, I was disappointed by how his life ended. If he had the same amount of talent as Goku, then he could have been a monster of a fighter.
Before I could delve deeper into my thoughts, the room suddenly became filled with almost palpable tension. I heard heavy footsteps echoing across the chamber. Each step was loud as everything else became silent. As I turned my head to see what was going on. My heart raced as I saw who was approaching, it was King Vegeta himself.
His imposing figure was clad in royal armor, adorned with gold accents that shimmered in the dim light. An ornate red cape hung from his broad shoulders, swaying with a regal air as he moved. His dark hair spiked upward, while his piercing eyes scanned the room, exuding authority and power.
"Make way!" bellowed one of his guards, prompting the other Saiyans to quickly bow their heads and move aside. King Vegeta paid no heed to their gestures, focused solely on ascending the platform before him.
As I recall my own parentage. Though they were part of the elite class, they had never once visited my pod, In a way, I envied the bond shared by Bardock, Gine, and their son Raditz. But I couldn't afford to dwell on such emotions, not when my ultimate goal was to become stronger than any Saiyan before me and fight beings far stronger than what this little planet could offer.
As King Vegeta approached, I could feel the tension in the air thicken. The weight of his presence bore down on the room as he strode past my pod, giving me a fleeting glance that sent shivers down my spine. His cold, calculating eyes seemed to pierce through the greenish liquid surrounding me, assessing my worth with but a single gaze.
"You're lucky I'm still a kid," I thought to myself. he was a shitty ruler, in my opinion. Instead of fighting Freeza, he chose to submit to him like a coward. Now I know he would beat my ass very easily. However, if I trained, I'm sure I could reach his power level. Saiyans here never trained, they only fought, which wasn't bad but it limited their growth.
The Saiyan King's footsteps echoed throughout the chamber, signaling his ascent toward the third level. My curiosity was piqued, and I focused my attention on the mysterious figure in the pod. Wait, if that was Raditz, then Prince Vegeta was the one in that red pod.
The scientists activated the pod that held Prince Vegeta, and a sense of anticipation filled the air. The room hummed with energy as the pod came to life, measuring and analyzing the Prince's power level. It was 450 now. I didn't know if that was good. What was Raditz's power level? Shit, I couldn't remember. But everyone seemed impressed.
As the King began to make his way down, he stopped in front of me. And Turned to look at me. " What is this child's name?" he asked as he kept his eyes on me.
One of the scientists moved up and began to mess with my pod. " Her name is Celera, your majesty."
He seemed to be in thought as he pulled out a device and placed it on my pod. The sound of beeping rang out as his face seemed to become annoyed. "Hmmm, a power level of 420..... well, it's lucky it's a girl," he said as he turned and walked down. wait, this would mean Broly was already born and sent away. Shit well, no worries, I had plans for him.