~ Baby's Pov ~
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What?! My power level was already shocking enough, but my potential? That was on a whole other level.
I could hardly believe the numbers flashing in my mind. My potential—it wasn't just impressive; it was astronomical. Far beyond anything I'd ever imagined. Far beyond Vegeta. Far beyond his father. And that wasn't an easy comparison, considering both of them were already leagues ahead of the average Saiyan when it came to raw ability.
I flexed my hand, watching the faint glow of energy ripple beneath my skin. This body... it wasn't just strong—it was perfect. Every movement felt smoother, every breath more controlled. And the energy I could feel coursing through me? It was limitless, like a deep reservoir just waiting to be tapped.
But what struck me the most wasn't the immediate power I had—it was the potential.
Potential like this was rare, even among Saiyans. For someone like Vegeta, born with a silver spoon of strength and status, potential was everything. It set him apart from the rest of his kind, made him the warrior prince destined to stand above the rest.
But now? Now I stood above even him. A character also known for his high potential...
What happened in that cavern wasn't just an evolution. This was practically a transcendence.
I could feel the corners of my mouth curled into a slow, satisfied smirk. This was the kind of power that would let me reshape the very foundations of this universe. My goals, my ambitions—they weren't just possible anymore.
Still, there wasn't much room for complacencies. Potential alone wasn't nearly enough to carry me, and it was useless if I didn't utilize it. I'd need to refine this new power, push it to its limits and beyond if I wanted to stay ahead of the curve here. The Saiyans in this universe were incredibly strong, and given their nature, they'd end up even challenging me at some point...
For now, I have another little goal in my mind...
I looked at both the prince and the king... If I could have their bloodline instead. How much more potential would I gain?
~ Omniscient Pov ~
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The King had made sure Michael was escorted to his own chambers—a modest space within the palace walls, but still fitting for someone they deemed worth studying. Talmos wasn't about to take any chances. Whatever—or whoever—Michael was, he needed to be watched closely.
Now, though, the King had more pressing matters to address.
"Vegeta," Talmos said, his tone carrying a weight that immediately caught his son's attention. "I need to tell you something."
The two stood in one of the private study halls, away from prying eyes and ears. The room was adorned with tapestries of past Saiyan victories, the flickering light from the ornate sconces casting shadows on the walls. Vegeta stood near the center, arms crossed, his expression one of mild impatience.
"What is it, Father?" Vegeta asked, his voice even but still holding curiosity. He rarely saw his father so serious outside of matters of war or politics...
Talmos took a deep breath, stepping closer to his son. "That Saiyan, Michael... there's something different about him. Something unnatural, that I just can't grasp."
Vegeta frowned, his sharp eyes narrowing. "I noticed it too. His power—it's unstable, like it doesn't fully belong to him. But he claimed not to remember anything. Do you perhaps think he's lying?"
"Potentially." Talmos said, nodding slightly, "But even if he is not, it's clear that he is quite suspicious. When I tested him today, he never showed even an inkling of fear, but rather the opposite... Excitement. He's the third Saiyan that I've ever felt this way about... And my instinct tells me that his potential rivals even our own. In fact, it might even surpass it, and by far too."
Vegeta's frown deepened, and his arms tightened against his chest. "Impossible. No Saiyan could be born with that kind of potential, much less two others... If he's stronger than us, it's because of whatever happened to him in that cave. Some kind of outside force must've altered him."
"That's exactly my concern..." Talmos added, his voice dropping slightly. "If his power isn't natural, then we have no way of knowing its limits—or the cost of even wielding it. He could be a weapon... or a even a ticking time bomb."
Vegeta's eyes sharpened, "Father... You mentioned something about two others Saiyans... Who are they?" Vegeta couldn't help it. His father had never once mentioned something of this nature.
The king let out a heavy breath, with his expression being sterner than before... "You should set son... This tale will be quite the long one."
~ Talmos' Pov ~
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When I was younger, I was… well, arrogant. I won't sugarcoat it. I believed myself untouchable, the pinnacle of Saiyan strength. My birthright as the son of a king had filled me with pride, and my power level at birth—a remarkable 748—was a source of constant praise.
But then... I heard about them.
Two boys, born within weeks of each other, their names whispered across the empire: Tablos and Broly. Sons of Bardock and Paragus, respectively—the former being one of the strongest warriors of their time.
At first, I didn't think much of it. After all, many Saiyan children showed promise, only to fall short of their potential... But when I learned their power levels at birth... everything changed.
Yours, Vegeta, was 958—a number that already surpassed my own by over 200. I was proud of that, believed it a sign of our bloodline's superiority. But compared to those two? It was nothing.
Tablos was born with a power level of 5,239.
Broly's? A terrifying 9,752.
I remember the moment I heard those numbers. It felt like a blow to my pride, to my very existence. How could such power exist outside our bloodline? My mind couldn't grasp it—two infants, barely days old, with strength that dwarfed even the mightiest warriors.
I couldn't tolerate it... Not back then. I was young, impulsive, and I believed it was my duty to prove our bloodline was the absolute strongest.
And yet, even as infants, both Tablos and Broly were monsters in their own rights. Their raw power was unlike anything we'd ever seen, and it wasn't just the numbers—it was the way their energy felt.
I remember seeing them once, during a visit to the nursery chambers. Tablos sat quietly, his eyes sharp and focused, even as a child. There was something unsettling about his calm, like he was already calculating his place in the universe.
Broly, on the other hand, was chaos incarnate. Even as an infant, his power lashed out uncontrollably, his sheer strength bending the environment around him. Tablos had those out bursts too, but they were never as terrible, or as staggering as Broly's... At one point, I watched as Broly shattered the containment pod meant to suppress his energy, his cries shaking the very walls of the chambers...
For years, I carried the weight of those encounters. They weren't just stronger—they were different. And despite my efforts, my training, and my victories, I couldn't shake the feeling that our bloodline—our legacy—was being overshadowed by something greater.
Those two boys represented a shift in the Saiyan hierarchy, and for the first time, I questioned whether I could truly call myself the strongest... Eventually, I sent them to be exiled. Broly was sent away with his father. While Tablos was sent away to a planet he could grow and flourish...
Now? I learned to cast away that kind of pride. In fact, I found it pathetic to bare...
~ Omniscient Pov ~
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Talmos leaned back slightly, his eyes distant as if reliving those memories in vivid detail. The weight of his past words hung in the air, heavy with regret and lessons learned.
"Now?" he continued, his voice calmer, quieter. "I've learned to cast away that kind of pride. In fact, I find it pathetic to bear. The arrogance of youth blinded me, Vegeta, made me believe strength was mine by right, not by effort. I see now how foolish that was."
Vegeta, who had been standing silently, his arms still crossed, furrowed his brow. His father's words struck a chord he didn't want to acknowledge.
"Pathetic or not," Vegeta said finally, his tone laced with tension, "you're the one who maintained our bloodline's place at the top. You made the decisions you had to make, didn't you?"
Talmos turned his gaze back to Vegeta, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. "That's one way to look at it, I suppose. But tell me, my son—how much of that legacy matters if it was built on fear? Fear of being surpassed. Fear of losing control. Fear of change." He shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Strength without humility is nothing more than a fleeting shadow."
Vegeta tensed but said nothing. His father's words weren't just meant to recount a story—they were a lesson, one he wasn't sure he was ready to hear.
"And now," Talmos continued, his voice gaining its usual authority, "we find ourselves faced with another anomaly. This Michael... Whatever he is, wherever he came from, I sense the same shift in him that I once saw in Tablos and Broly. He's quite the wild card, Vegeta, and how we handle him will shape the future of our people."
The room fell silent, the only sound the faint crackle of a nearby torch. Vegeta finally looked up, his jaw set. "So what's the plan? You want me to oversee him, watch for signs of danger?"
"Exactly." Talmos said, nodding. "And more than that—I want you to learn from him. If his power truly rivals or surpasses ours, understanding it could prove invaluable. But remember this, Vegeta: strength alone doesn't make a ruler. How you wield it does."
Vegeta said nothing for a moment, his mind racing as he absorbed his father's words. Finally, he gave a curt nod. "Understood. I'll handle it."
Talmos smiled faintly, though his expression carried the weight of experience. "Good. Now go. See what you can learn from our 'guest.' And Vegeta... stay vigilant. This Michael is no ordinary Saiyan—or whatever he claims or thinks he is."
With that, Vegeta turned on his heel and left the chamber, his mind now filled with thoughts of the stories of Tablos, Broly, and now even Michael.
Talmos watched him go, the flickering light casting shadows across his face. "Perhaps this time," he murmured to himself, "we'll face the unknown with wisdom, not arrogance."
~ Baby's Pov ~
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This wasn't too bad for somewhere to stay for a while. Spacious, clean, and surprisingly well-furnished for what I assumed was a "guest" room. Better than I'd expected, considering the circumstances.
I let out a low sigh and wandered over to the mirror, my curiosity getting the better of me.
What stared back was... interesting, to say the least.
Definitely not bad. My reflection was a mix of familiar and foreign. I didn't look exactly like how Baby Vegeta had—far from it, actually. My skin was on the paler side, leaning toward a light, almost-if not a porcelain tone.
My hair caught my attention next. It kept the same general shape as my bio-mechanical form—sharp, spiky, and untamed—but there were differences. Subtle ones. The color, for instance, wasn't white like I had half-expected. Instead, it was a striking platinum blond, almost metallic under the light. Small side bangs framed my face, adding a touch of refinement to the otherwise wild style.
And my eyes... Tiger-orange, looked like they legitimately glowing, even if slightly in the dim light. They stood out a bit against, especially against my pale complexion, and a stark contrast to the metallic hue I was getting used to...
I tilted my head, inspecting myself more closely. "Hmmm... Saiyan genes really are something else,"
That had to be it. Without a host, my physiology had adapted to this new form differently than before. I was no longer just a parasite relying on another's body. Now, I was partially Saiyan myself. Their dominant genetics had clearly shaped the foundation of my appearance.
Still, traces of my true self remained. The mechanical red lines etched into my skin hadn't disappeared. Two below my chest, two on my lower back, and two faintly visible on my face. They weren't as pronounced as they had been in Baby Vegeta's form, but they were unmistakably mine.
I ran a finger along one of the lines on my chest, feeling the extremely faint warmth they were emitting... They weren't just cosmetics—they were a reminder of what I really was.
Despite the changes, I still couldn't shake one question from my mind: Why had my potential skyrocketed so much after the metamorphosis?
Before, my power was relatively, yes—but it had it's limits. Now? It felt like it was touching something akin to layer of infinite. A reservoir I had yet to fully explore, let alone begin to even understand. Every fiber of my being felt as if it was being flooded with energy...
I stared into the mirror, my orange eyes narrowing.
Was it the Saiyan genes? Or was it the process itself? The cocoon, the transformation... Hell, maybe it was both.
For now, I think I need to be patient and see what happens tomorrow...
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