The Divine Realm, a place beyond human comprehension, a duo of souls tampered with an infant in its birthing cycle. Leading to a potential disaster if not for the systems that govern existence. The fire burning in the mortal becoming a god destroyed the trickster half of the soul before becoming a Maelstrom of creation and destruction.
In the end by the laws of the universe the closest god had to take responsibility for the awakening of a new god. This event created the multiverse, a concept based wholly on dragon ball fiction. As an act of defiance and remembrance the responsible God, the very compassionate half of the now burned god, plucked the soul and replaced the core being of the conceptual Multiverse now a reality.
With the mortal divinity split into a body and a soul. Disconnected until one can reach the other. Seeing as the soul lacks divine experience or qualities and the body is incomplete, it could take centuries for his true birth. Which is good, it is enough time for the former divinity to play its first and last trick.
***
After sometimes of trying and resting–@#$_ never expecting to work hard to just open his eyes. Yet here he was floating somewhere, potentially naked for all to see. A sensation of having a smaller body is just so foreign he's numb to acknowledging it. Somehow though he's able to persist in-between lengthy induced slumbers.
Finally one day his eyes open to slowly and blindingly reveal a facility like something out of a futuristic setting–if the future was based on what people thought it would look like back in the early 90s. The glass would reflect back the image of himself in this pod, a boy with hair jutting out in black spikes aside from the front left side. The hairstyle is so unique that it narrows down who it belongs to.
("Turles..bardock..or..") He begins inwardly as it dawns on him. This world is Dragon Ball, so he realizes that he is probably in a nursing capsule or something along those lines. Something about that is unnerving, however he doesn't dwell on it as his eyes twinkle.
His mind wanders off to the many moments that stuck with him. What he loved about dragon ball. The cool fights and the fun characters. The emotional beats. What fascinated him the most that people never talk about–is the world Goku calls home. Scratch that of course, the number one fascination was Ki or energy. Essentially the story never delves into explaining it all. The details are scattered and make sense; but he had this odd desire to just know about this power system.
The planet Earth was a close second because it had so much potential to be explored. Dragon balls to be collected. Too many supernatural creatures and cultures exist. He had read a fact online that said dragon balls earth is larger than the earth where he is from.
While deep in thought, eyes staring out into the unoccupied room before him. Machines doing they're timely beeping. A woman appears in the room where the light catches her silhouette. The boy floating there had returned from zoning out to meet her gaze.
An intimate exchange between a mother and her child. Her hand against the glass. ("Thank you weak body.. I'm not your..") He inwardly appreciates his inability to control his limbs properly. Right now he is somewhat in denial that he is–
"Kakarot" Gine speaks with an elegant tone unlike anyone else in her race. Her revelation is a complex wave of emotions that gives @#$_ a lot to think about.
She stuns him in a mental weak spot he could hardly differentiate from the other weaknesses in his mind. His eyes flutter shut as he forgets to hold them in the stunned state. Bubbles escape his excessive exhale through the oxygen mask as Gine hardly cares about the twitching power level on the screen.
"Just one thousand days left till i can hold you little hand" she whispers in a soft coo.
@#$_ drifts asleep, but as he does one last phrase enters his ears "work hard little Kakarot" and he wonders if change is possible for the thousandth time. But little does he know that beyond his waking eyes are canvases not stained by the cruel programming of this race that he somewhat idolized. A third catching flame intending to burn as bright as the sun. while he sleeps things change.
***
There are several places to look to, but first it's important the Saiyan life path is touched on
Take a look at Kakarot, where he would have gone if not for his father sending him off to save his life. Sending infants to planets to conquer was an option, It was quickly becoming outdated. For a long time now they have been training them on the Saiyan home planet Vegeta.
If you're born with a high power level they give you a tiny bit of respect. Because they seek your strength to further the goals of the various leaders. Generals, Kings, and the emperor himself respected well oiled machines.
They expect you will sink or swim, though most high class Saiyans end up flying with high marks. Those are the infants born with higher power levels.
For those who are born with lower ones, well, they are forced into training camps. Forced to fight artificial life forms way above their strength. It's to take advantage of the race's innate ability to get stronger each time they come back from the brink of death. It's disgustingly crude as it often results in the death of new warriors.
Those who survive these ordeals are taken to the next state where they are forced to undergo transformation after transformation under artificial moons. Elite class (high class) warriors abused their control of said forms and took the raging beasts they set off to bet on.
Only when their superiors handed down the orders did the tortuous training days end and the endless battles begin. Those who learned the thirst for battle went the furthest.
And then there were the rejects. Those who serve their time in the special camp are known as the rejected Saiyans. If not for the agreements between the lower and upper noble houses the camp would have been an execution ground. You have to fail the basic parameters assessment test horribly to get into this camp.
The special camp is only a small percentage of the race. The people below the expendable level. So while Goku rests, Looking for these untainted canvases is integral to his journey even before he can walk.
***
Under the siege of the Saiyan forces, even long before falling under the cold empire, smarter more technologically advanced races with weak power would serve them. Bolstering the barbaric race's reach across the galaxy.
They complete the non combative tasks with few exceptions. Aside from the Royal families, most of the warriors just fight for glory and pride. Most importantly these days, they are like the Alien Resources for the cold empire.
The doctor in charge of this older medical wing, a orange alligator type alien wearing fitting white sterile Coat, sat at his round metallic desk typing away on his console. An alert came in on his scouter, a larger variant that moved across the eye line. More information was displayed than usual, but nothing truly of note.
"DaiDai, Sir we had two more malfunctions" spoke a distinctly cartoonish alien voice. This halted the tapping of the keyboard. Followed by a sigh.
"Why must I be in charge of this blasted wing, they take forever to deliver replacement parts" DaiDai complained inwardly, he would have spoken it out loud, if not for the fear that grips all the Aliens on this planet's hearts. He felt that it was ironic that incubation parts were hard to get considering the high birth rate as of late.
"Doctor?" Came another transmission.
"I'll be there in a moment!" DaiDai sharply responded. "Thank you sir, The two are in Third incubation hall.
"The transfer to another medical station cannot come any sooner" the alien doctor let out one last sigh before leaving to check on the malfunctioning chambers.
***
Unlike his office, the rest of the medical facility was annoyingly loud. Men and woman marching down the hallways, Injured coming and going. Each door completely sealed the inside of all outside interferences. Once he had made his way into the correct room, DaiDai was momentarily relieved to be out of that chaos.
"How long was I hibernating..when was I born?" A boy with uncharacteristically shaggy hair for a Saiyan, questioned in a consistent monotonous tone. his hair was raven black with a stiff curled edges to it, so along with his brown tail, there was no doubt he was a Saiyan.
DaiDai scanned the room with his eyes, "you said there were two?" He finally looked to his nurse, a purple looking short alien with a bunny head and rough body.
"Sir, the other is in the corner. We found him while going to release him and the other. Normally someone would have been here to receive him." The nurse tried to explain.
The two infants were to be released for assessment and to be placed in their respective class. It was important to know which children they used resources on. The boy hiding in the corner was ignored by the other.
DaiDai could at least recognize that the two of them were functioning. It was success enough for him after hitting the quota for this solar cycle. If they were low class or worse, it wouldn't reflect on his personal record. With solid determination his beads of sweat vanished.
"Just deal with them like this, and put this one in a uniform" he proceeded to pick up the curious child by his tail, The very one who had continued to question nearly anything in sight with such stubborn consistency. The boy went limp nearly right as he was lifted off the floor.
The nurse, who clearly was new around here, had his mouth a gape.
"What!? Don't be shocked by this physiological reaction" there was a painful pause "don't you go grabbing the tail of one even a year older than this. They'll rip your eyes out" DaiDai expressly warned.
Grabbing the tail of a saiyan is like picking up the scruff of a pup. These early moments usually preceded a sharp and vicious turn in personality that would have such an action be utterly ridiculous.
With timid toddler in the corner was quickly scooped up by his tail. He hesitated at first, however the nurse was quick to realize it was true, the Saiyan infant could be immobilized by his tail. Even now DaiDai could hardly believe these toddlers would become arrogant, cruel, beasts of war.
***
DaiDai watched them be carted off to examination. "They'll get checked and tossed into the low class no doubt. Then off to oblivion no doubt" the thought was one he hardly dwelled on. Yet as those innocent faces faded down the hallway he lingers.
"So this was the malfunctioning room" a sultry, almost playful voice came from the opposite direction.
"Yes, and the shaggy haired one was already questioning his surroundings" DaiDai answered without a thought. Snapping his head back to meet the gaze of this new figure. "Budō!" He called to her with a start.
"How amusing" Budō, the purple, slender dinosaur alien with a triceratops like head was leaning against the wall. Her white coat lifted a the back and her large tail smacked the ground. She giggles furiously while closing in on her peer. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
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"Get a hold of your self, I told you.." DaiDai tried to warn his peer about her habits, but those warm eyes were unlike anything else in this horrible trash hole of a planet. He then brought his tons to a whisper "I told you to stop pretending like the saiyans children aren't born demons..once they pass those doors and exit examination they will rip your face off"
DaiDai literally pulls back a piece of his skin that didn't blend like the rest. It reveals a fraction of his hideous scar.
"Or did you forget about what they are capable of..." There was a deep tension between them as Budō stepped away. His skin peeled back like it never was pulled away.
"Sorry...I understand you can't.." there is shame in his tone.
"Don't" she says wanting to reject, ultimately she doe not "You don't need to tell me"
DaiDai looks at the two ends of the hallway, eerily empty, and no doors seemed to be opening so he said his piece "Saiyan children are not children"
With his duties taken care of and Budō's misguided hopes addressed DaiDai wanted to return to his office. They had been friends for a long time, but no more words could be minced and the severity of getting close to a patient with this much potential for evil can not be understated.
"You will die" he let those words hang in the air.
***
A Tall man floats downward to the steps of the Pinnacle of Saiyan pride. If @#$_, saw this he might start to understand where the foundation of Vegeta's pride came from. Law dictates only noble blood made use any power while stepping foot in the grounds of their King.
The mans build was simply dense, the typical Saiyan armor was draped over with a brown coat. He had a wild spiky mane of hair that trailed down to the top of his shoulders. His eyes were sharp and his mouth remained firmly closed.
As he touched down with elegance unbefitting his rugged form the guards stopped him. "Halt, remove the rags, the king won't tolerate filthy attire"
The man did not hesitate or show any emotion while ripping of the brown coat. He hardly cared for the guards either and eventually they had to let him though once his scouter identified him.
The main hall was lavish, outfitted with the planets top of the line technology, and other vanities rarely seen amount the lower class. It was fairly typical and yet it only disgusted the man. He could hardly contain it as he was alone. Once at the doors he would simply had to wait I he allowed in.
"The king will see you now" the attendances said at the doorways. As they entered, the main of the hour sat upon his throne. A mustachioed bearded spitting image of Vegeta stood before him.
"Kneel" the course tone of a ruler boomed with an absolute commanding tone. The man complied thusly, falling to one knee as the monarch was simply stronger than him.
"Kappa, why have you requested my presence. Was allowing your wife to live after that disgusting failure of hers not enough?" The king desired to simplify it as such.
"Your Majesty, you promise our daughter would remain under my squadron." Kappa was neutral faced only out of sheer will to keep his calm. Looking down To the ground helped.
"Times have changed" The king does not care to elaborate. "Look at me!" As commanded Kappa looks at the King. "Your daughter, Zukki has potential we desire at the moment. She is going to be trained in preparation to become a squad leader"
The idea would have angered him if not for the flash of an answer to keep his daughter on the planet. "I'm still capable"
"What of your capability?"
"I'll partially return to service, my liege please if you would have Zukki just lead a group of the rejects." He says with a level of desperate that made it the kings ears.
"I suppose, under the supervision of Negi would suffice. This is your finally offer Kappa now leave me before I change my mind about keeping visiting rights with that squadron"
The meeting was almost entirely one sided and after Kappa left, the King leaned over and whispered to one of his guards.
"Call Negi"
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(A/N) decided to work on this a little more than just the goku bits