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In the last few days, I'd noticed the presence of a Saiyan woman who came to visit me occasionally. She was tall and muscular, wearing the standard Frieza Force armor, but with her thick, muscular thighs exposed. She was the type of woman some degenerates from my past life would have thought about asking to step on them. She reminded me of Mirko, but instead of a rabbit theme, she had our Saiyan race's monkey theme.
I think she's my mother. No... I know she's my mother. That must be why they leave us in these incubators to download basic information, because elite Saiyans, the warriors, can't delay their training time by studying things that can be transmitted this way, according to what the scientists said earlier. I don't have a father, but, hey, I'm in a better situation than most reincarnated people, a large part of whom are just orphans.
She used to come here and look at me for a few seconds with a gaze I imagine said "longing," but she'd quickly turn serious again. She usually didn't say anything and would leave after a few minutes, but today she spoke. She spoke to me.
"Leekon, when the prince leaves the incubator, I'll take you out too." I understood that if she took me out now, before Vegeta, it could somehow insult that arrogant king who had the audacity to try and deceive the God of Destruction himself.
I nodded in agreement, and soon after, she left again, leaving me to my thoughts.
'Leekon, hmm, a good name and it also starts with 'L', just like my other name.'
As she had said, the following week, Vegeta left his pod when a team of elite Saiyans came to collect him. On the same day, a little later, my mother also came to get me. She stood in front of my pod and pressed a button, draining all the liquid from my incubator. After that, my oxygen mask, which allowed me to breathe in there, also detached from my face.
Instantly, I fell to the metal floor of the room, finally free from the glass confinement that held me.
Then I looked at my mother, whom I had been watching all this time. She then said: "Get up and get dressed, we're going home. Tomorrow your training begins." And she threw the armor at me. Her tone of voice was serious, leaving no room to argue or respond. Not that I wanted to; I was quite eager to train, especially for a match against another Saiyan to test myself.
I quickly put on the armor. Good thing it had pants; I didn't want to walk around looking like I was in my underwear.
I said: "Okay, mom... mother." Damn, calling her mother was harder than I thought. My mother in my past life was an incredible woman to me.
When I called her mother, I could have sworn her lips curved slightly upwards, almost imperceptibly, a sign of affection that Saiyans shouldn't feel for family. Was the anime wrong?
After saying those words, she started to leave without saying anything else or looking back. I followed her closely. When we left this incubator room, we realized it was next to a palace. I imagine that's where the king lives, so his castle is right next to it, but I don't remember him visiting his own son, except for the first time he saw Broly.
Looking around, I realized how beautiful this planet is, very different from the Dragon Ball Z version. The sky was blue instead of blood-red, and it was rocky, yes, but not just solid rock. There was also beautiful vegetation. I noticed several Saiyans. Members of my race walked around with puffed-out chests, and I also saw various different races, one looking like an insect, another looking like a green ball with arms, legs, and a single eye.
... I could swear I saw a woman with three breasts and three legs. How does that even work?
As I walked around looking like an idiot tourist, my mother grabbed the collar of my armor before I walked straight past what I believe to be our house.
"We're here, Leekon."
I looked at what would be my new home for the next 5 years. It was a small house, as expected. A large house for someone who is constantly traveling on planet-conquering missions is useless, just a vast space to clean when you return, if you don't have a maid or family to take care of it while you're away.
She quickly entered the house without waiting for me, so I followed her.
When I entered, I was surprised by how clean and organized the house was. I don't think that's what I expected from a Saiyan's home, but I liked it.
"Are you hungry?" she asked.
ROOOOAR~~
The moment she asked that question, I felt my stomach rumble like a T-Rex's roar, a hunger I had only just now noticed. Damn, I'd been getting nutrients from the machine's liquid for weeks; I needed to chew something solid, I needed meat.
"Yes, mom, very," I said hastily and eagerly, searching for the food inside the house, which brought another small smile to her face.
"I'll prepare food for us," she said, pulling me into the kitchen. I sat at the table and watched the little she had spoken turn into a mountain of food, mostly meat, enough to feed a family of four for a week.
I watched her, drooling, as she placed the enormous plates of food on the table, and I attacked immediately, without waiting for permission. She just watched me eat for a while, but Saiyan genes are strong, and she didn't resist for long and started devouring the food faster than me, apparently not wanting to lose.
After we were satisfied and stopped eating like monsters, Mom looked at me and said: "Leekon, you stay here for today. Your training begins early tomorrow," in a serious tone.
"That room there is for you," she said, pointing to a door near the kitchen.
Yes, I'm looking forward to it. I went to my room, but before closing the door behind me, I looked at her and said: "See you later, mom."
She opened her mouth, but didn't say anything, just nodded back.
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