The world was cold, dark, and unfamiliar. One moment, there had been nothing—no sound, no sight, just an endless void. And then, as if pulled from the very fabric of the universe, a new consciousness awakened, feeling both alien and familiar at the same time. A soul, ancient and powerful, now called this new body home.

Lord Voldemort, the name whispered among the lost and forgotten, had been reborn—but not in the world he knew. This was a world of unimaginable power and endless battles, where warriors could destroy planets with a flick of their finger. And this time, Voldemort wasn't just any mere mortal; his new form was that of a Saiyan, a legendary being from the Dragon Ball universe, with power that could rival the gods themselves.

But he wasn't simply any Saiyan. He was reborn as the first prince of the Saiyan race, the son of King Vegeta, the ruler of Planet Vegeta, and born with the potential to become the strongest warrior in existence. However, just as quickly as he had been born, he was abandoned. King Vegeta, fearful of the prophecy surrounding his son's unimaginable power, cast him aside, deeming him a threat to the throne. The prince was left to die alone on a desolate planet, his very existence rejected by the one who should have loved him most.

However, fate had other plans.

As he lay alone, abandoned and helpless, the Kai's—ancient gods who watched over the universe—sensed his presence. Intrigued by the power radiating from this child, they intervened. The Kai's took him into their fold, offering him sanctuary and a new purpose. They saw the potential within him, recognizing the strength of the soul that resided within the infant Saiyan.

But this was no ordinary Saiyan child. Voldemort's soul, once that of a dark wizard, had merged with the essence of something far older, far more dangerous. Now possessing the combined power of Doctor Strange, Doctor Fate, Merlin, Gandalf, and the knowledge of the Deathly Hallows, Voldemort's mind was a nexus of boundless magical knowledge and cosmic power.

As a child, he had no name, no identity, no sense of who he was or where he came from. He was merely known as "the boy," an abandoned prince raised in the care of the Kai's. They were kind but distant, seeing in him the potential for both greatness and destruction. His powers grew rapidly, and before long, he exhibited abilities far beyond even the Kai's expectations.

But there was more. The Merlinian Dragon Ring—a powerful artifact from the ancient magical world of Middle Earth—had fused with his body, granting him control over fire, ice, and the natural forces of the world. The ring amplified his magic beyond anything he had ever known. He could alter reality, manipulate the elements, and, like Gandalf, command ancient forces of light and shadow. The Serums of Middle Earth, artifacts containing the essence of ancient heroes, further enhanced his strength and magical abilities.

As his mind grew stronger, the Deathly Hallows—three mystical artifacts with immense power—manifested within him. The Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, and the Invisibility Cloak all existed within his body, ready to grant him unimaginable power and control over life, death, and the fabric of reality itself. With the Elder Wand, Voldemort had the ability to command magic in ways that defied the laws of the universe. With the Resurrection Stone, he could reach into the past, pulling forth the souls of the dead, learning from their wisdom and using them to his advantage. And with the Invisibility Cloak, he could hide from any adversary, even the gods themselves.

For years, the Kai's trained him, not just in the ways of combat, but in the mystical arts, magic, and the ancient knowledge of the universe. They knew the power he held within him could either save or destroy everything. It was up to him whether he would use his power for good or evil.