In a vast, semicircular hall, illuminated by the glow of pods containing children very similar to humans, the only difference being a tail that swayed slightly behind each of them, a typical Saiyan characteristic. In the center of the hall, there was an elevated circular platform with several incubators lit by different colored lights: pink, light blue, green, and yellow. One of them stood out, rising above the others and drawing attention with its red color.
It is in this very place that a soul from outside this universe finally awakens.
After who-knows-how-long, I finally feel something here again: warm, comfortable, relaxing. I don't even feel like opening my eyes, but I resist. When I open them, I see everything through a blue filter, the color of the liquid that completely covers me. "I'm inside a Saiyan incubation pod," I think.
I look at my new body, small and seemingly fragile, with short, chubby arms, but I already feel a considerable strength flowing through it. "As expected of a Saiyan child." I divert my attention from myself for an instant and look beyond the glass. I see a set of other incubators, most of them empty, but a commotion is occurring in one particular pod, a green one.
Facing the pod was a tall, strong man with long, spiky hair, a prominent bald spot, and a goatee. He wore luxurious clothes adorned with gold and precious stones, along with a red cape. I recognize him as King Vegeta, a narcissistic, arrogant, and greedy man who, unlike his son, doesn't have the power to back up that personality. Surrounding him are a woman and three men who appear to be scientists.
Apparently, they are arguing about the child in the green pod. I can barely hear over the liquid in my ears and the distance, but I hear the king shout:
"THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE! THE PRINCE'S POWER LEVEL HAS ALREADY BROKEN ALL RECORDS!"
Without hesitation, he snatched a scouter from his subordinate and measured the child's power level. Then... BOOM!
The subordinates tried to calm the king, claiming the scouter was defective. Soon after, they swapped the device, but I could barely hear what they were saying, only one phrase that made me smile, because I knew exactly where I was in the timeline.
The phrase was: "He could even be the legendary Super Saiyan."
"Yes, so I'm from the same generation as Vegeta and Broly." Five years remain until the destruction of Planet Vegeta. I get excited imagining the changes I can make to history in this short amount of time.
Lost in thought, I didn't notice the king looking at me and approaching. "And this one? What's he doing here?"
The female Saiyan responds: "My lord, he is the son of Zadin, a high-class warrior who died recently. His son showed good potential, but nothing as high as the prince or Broly."
The king asks: "What is his battle power level?"
The woman replies: "It is 753, my lord."
I thought: "So I'm already stronger than everyone in classic Dragon Ball. I'm sure I'll quickly reach the level of someone like Raditz or Nappa after getting out of this pod."
The king continued to look at me, and I stared back without flinching. I noticed he got a bit irritated but didn't press the issue. Then, I heard the familiar sound of the royal family as he walked away.
Tch~
I could almost hear him cursing me in his thoughts as he walked off.
Soon after he left, I was overcome by a wave of sleep. So, like all the other little Saiyans in that room, I fell asleep.
I stayed in this cycle of sleeping for days and waking for a few hours for a few weeks. In those few hours I was awake, I tried to sense my ki and move it within me. Small things, like putting a little in my hand, in my eyes, and in other parts of my body, but without firing blasts, obviously. Sensing my ki wasn't as difficult as a Saiyan, but moving it with the sleep that this machine's liquid induced prevented me from concentrating too well on manipulating it within my body.
It's like taking an exam after pulling an all-nighter playing video games: you can't concentrate on anything.
But even so, I tried, and with the time I'm spending here, it's yielding great results, because now I can strengthen my entire body with my ki. If I force it inside my body without letting it leak out – which it normally does – I can suppress my ki, not that I need to do that now.
Shuuu~~
Disturbing my concentration and almost making me lose control, I heard the loud sound of some Saiyans opening Broly's pod. So, the king finally decided to send him to Vampa. "Relax, Broly, in the future I'll go there to rescue you."
Who wouldn't want an unbreakable toy? No matter how much you hit it, it always comes back. A game that always updates and never gets old. That's why Broly is perfect. That's why I want him as an intelligent, adaptable punching bag.
I'll have to figure out some way to get to the planets I want, like Vampa or Namek, to use the Dragon Balls, like anyone who has watched Dragon Ball. I already have some wishes in mind, but nothing like immortality. I'm already a Viltrumite, it will take millennia for me to die of old age, maybe with the help of ki, thousands of years. So, there's no reason for me to make that wish.
After thinking again, sleep takes me, and I am thrown back into the realm of dreams, knowing that it won't be long before I finally get out of here.