Saiyan X

Darkness.

That was the first thing I became aware of. An endless void, stretching beyond comprehension. No warmth, no sound—just an overwhelming emptiness.

I was dead.

It wasn't an assumption; I knew it. I didn't remember how I died, but the certainty was there. And if that wasn't strange enough, I wasn't alone.

Before me stood a figure—no, a presence. A being beyond mortal comprehension. It had no defined shape, shifting between forms, from a humanoid silhouette to a swirling mass of cosmic energy. Its "face," if it could be called that, was an ever-changing void filled with galaxies and distant stars.

"Ah, another lost soul," the being spoke, its voice echoing in my mind rather than through any physical means. "You have perished, and yet... you are not meant to pass on just yet."

I remained silent. I wasn't sure how to process any of this.

The entity chuckled. "I can sense your confusion. Allow me to explain. You were chosen for an opportunity. A rare chance to be reborn... with certain perks."

Now that got my attention.

"What kind of perks?" I asked cautiously.

"Three wishes," the being answered simply. "Choose wisely."

I didn't hesitate. If this was my shot at another life, I was going to make it count.

"Alright," I said, my mind racing. "First wish—I want to be a hybrid of four races: Viltrumite, Martian, Kryptonian, and Saiyan. But I want all their strengths and none of their weaknesses."

The being remained silent for a moment. "Interesting choice. No weaknesses, That includes biological limitations, environmental dependencies, even the behavioral traits unique to each species....

Granted," the being said, a flicker of cosmic energy forming around me.

I took a deep breath, exhilaration flooding my mind. This was real.

"For my second wish," I continued, "I want to be reborn in the DBZ universe."

"Granted."

"Now, my final wish... I want the ability of Atom Eve. ."

The entity actually paused this time. For the first time since our conversation started, I felt something resembling hesitation from it.

"...Very well," the entity finally said.

The void around me erupted in color, shifting and twisting as my very essence was rewritten. Power surged through me, my body—or whatever I had in this space—shifting to accommodate my new form. I could feel my new physiology taking shape: the raw might of a Viltrumite, the adaptability of a Martian, the godlike potential of a Kryptonian, and the limitless evolution of a Saiyan.

And then, everything exploded into light.

Planet Vegeta – 737

Inside a dimly lit medical chamber, two Saiyan scientists stared in disbelief at their infant in the incubation pod. His tiny body, barely a few days old, already radiated a suffocating presence. His parents, Elari and Paragus were seasoned researchers who monitored the power levels of newborns, yet the readings in front of them defied all logic.

"Power level… 1,000?" Elari whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the machines. Her mate, Paragus, clenched his fists.

"This… this isn't possible. Even the elite-class warriors are barely scraping past 500 at birth!"

Elari's mind raced. A child this powerful would not go unnoticed. King Vegeta prided himself on his bloodline being the strongest—if he found out that some low-class child was born with power surpassing the royal heirs, he would see it as a direct threat.

And threats were eliminated.

Before she could voice her concerns, she felt something strange in the air. Turning to the pod, she saw her child move. His infant fingers curled, his body twitched slightly—but that wasn't what alarmed her.

It was the faint green glow flickering in his eyes.

Elari's voice was urgent. "If King Vegeta finds out about this, he'll execute him on the spot. A low-class Saiyan with this kind of power is something he'd never allow. If we act now, we can send him somewhere safe before he gets on the radar."

Paragus hesitated. Saiyans didn't run. Saiyans fought until the bitter end. But this wasn't just any fight—it was suicide to think they could defy the King.

We could tell him that he was… killed at birth. That his body didn't make it…

It was a desperate lie, but it was their only option.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and nodded. "Fine. But we have to do it tonight."

That night, under the cover of darkness, they carried their son to a launch facility outside the city. The automated pod system was easy to bypass, but their hands trembled as they input the coordinates for a faraway planet—one of the few that Frieza's empire had marked as irrelevant.

Earth.

"You will survive, my son," Elari whispered as she placed him inside the pod.

With one final glance, they sealed the pod shut. The engines flared to life, and within seconds, the small spacecraft blasted away from Planet Vegeta, carrying their son toward the stars.

For the entire journey, he drifted in and out of consciousness, unconsciously hiding his white tail without even knowing.

And then—

CRASH!

His pod slammed into the soft dirt of Earth, leaving a small crater in the wilderness just outside West City.

The night sky was clear over Capsule Corporation when Dr. Brief heard the distant boom of something crashing into the fields outside his estate. He sighed, adjusting his glasses.

"Bulma, stay inside," he called over his shoulder. "I'm going to check something out."

"Ugh, fine," came the tired voice of his five-year-old daughter, Bulma Brief, who was too busy fiddling with a small invention to care.

Dr. Brief stepped outside, puffing on his cigarette, and followed the smoke trail leading to a fresh impact crater. His eyes widened when he spotted the small spherical pod resting in the dirt.

"What in the world…?"

Cautiously, he approached the craft, watching as the hatch slowly hissed open. Steam poured out, revealing—

A baby.

A baby with wild white hair, glowing green eyes and brown skin staring up at him curiously.

Dr. Brief blinked. "Well, that's not something you see every day."

The infant studied him, tilting his head. Then, as if deciding this strange old man wasn't a threat, he did something unexpected.

He started floating until he softly landed into the arms of the old man.

Dr. Brief scratched his head. "Huh. Now, that's interesting."*

Before he could process what to do next, he heard the excited footsteps of his daughter running up behind him.

"Papa, what's going on? Whoa! You found a baby?!"

The child looked up at her with curiosity.

Dr. Brief sighed. "Looks like it, kiddo."

Bulma grinned. "Cool! Can we keep him?"

Dr. Brief took one last look at the strange, impossibly unique child in his arms.

"Looks like we don't have much of a choice."