Planet Vegeta in its final days was a dangerous place. The infamous "Planet Trader" Frieza might have already set his sights on it.
Raiga knew that the most important thing right now was to determine the time period he was in and then leave Planet Vegeta as soon as possible. But after glancing down at his short arms and legs, he realized his plans would have to wait.
A child's body was truly inconvenient. He grumbled as he sat on the ground, though the one small relief was that, for now, he didn't seem to be in immediate danger.
Since he was here, he might as well adapt. Out of habit, Raiga reached for the scouter on his ear, only to find nothing there.
It was then he realized that his scouter had also been taken away. Aside from a small-sized battle suit, he had nothing left.
"That means I don't even know my power level."
If only he had the ability to sense energy like Earthlings did. Vegeta had been able to learn it just by observing others, so Raiga wanted to try as well. However, after struggling for half a day, he couldn't even figure out what "ki" was.
Looks like I'm far from being a genius!
Raiga smacked his lips in frustration. After all, geniuses like Vegeta were rare even among Saiyans. If sensing ki was so easy, aliens across the universe wouldn't be relying on scouters.
Sensing ki must be a very advanced skill.
Raiga reassured himself. There was no way he lacked talent.
In truth, Raiga's talent was quite decent. At birth, he had been classified as a mid-tier warrior, which was already impressive. Among newborn Saiyans, those with power levels below 50 were considered low-tier warriors, those between 50 and 100 were mid-tier, and those exceeding 100 were the rare elite warriors.
Among the Saiyan race, high-tier warriors were extremely scarce—fewer than one in a hundred newborns. Each of them received close attention and dedicated training. They would never end up in a training corps; even if orphaned, they would be given the best care.
Below them were the mid-tier warriors, the future backbone of the Saiyan race, making up only about 8% to 9% of newborns. The remaining 90% were low-tier warriors, most of whom would never break past a power level of 1,000 in their lifetimes.
A Saiyan's birth largely determined their potential strength. Low-tier warriors, even with good training, generally maxed out below 2,000 power level. Mid-tier warriors ranged between 2,000 and 5,000. Only elite warriors could surpass 5,000.
This made elite warriors the pride of the Saiyan race—the highest combat power among them.
Currently, on Planet Vegeta, there were fewer than five Saiyans with power levels exceeding 10,000. Without exception, they were the best of the best.
"According to my memories, my original power level was 134. For a three-year-old, that's pretty remarkable. As an adult, I could have at least reached 3,000. Unfortunately, due to a lack of proper nutrition, my growth was stunted."
Thinking of the treatment center's neglect, Raiga felt bitter resentment.
If they had given him top-tier nutrient fluid, he was sure his power level could have reached 180 by now!
Then again, if his past self had been that strong, he probably wouldn't have had the chance to reincarnate into this body.
"Hmph, ki sensing is too advanced, but energy waves should be possible, right? Let me think... I remember using it before… like this…"
Following the memory, Raiga gathered energy within his body. Soon, a bright glow appeared in his palm, condensing into a blue energy sphere.
"It worked! An energy ball!" Raiga shouted excitedly.
But in the next second, his sudden movement aggravated his injuries, causing him to stumble and accidentally hurl the energy ball away.
A glowing blue sphere shot out like a bullet, flying several hundred meters before striking the forest. A deafening explosion followed.
BOOM!
The energy blast erupted with terrifying force, sending clouds of dust and debris into the air, obscuring everything in a thick haze.
The explosion devastated a massive section of the forest. A powerful shockwave radiated outward, bending trees until they snapped, uprooting them entirely.
When the dust settled, Raiga stared in shock at the destruction he had caused.
"That was way too powerful... like a missile strike."
This level of destruction far exceeded what a 134 power level should be capable of. Nearly dying had indeed unlocked his potential—or rather, it had activated the benefits of all the previous nutrient fluid he had absorbed.
Raiga grinned foolishly, a fire igniting in his heart. At that moment, thoughts of Frieza or Majin Buu felt insignificant—he could defeat them easily!
"Pfft, what am I even thinking? Why would I pick a fight with them for no reason?!"
Raiga slapped himself. He was being reckless. Survival was the priority right now. He needed to find a way to leave Planet Vegeta as soon as possible. Staying here was too dangerous.
With that thought in mind, Raiga started considering how to get a spaceship. Stealing one was an option, but even if he managed to steal one, he had no idea how to pilot it! What a headache!
Well, for now, I should focus on getting stronger. With more strength, everything else will be easier.
Raiga was determined to play it safe.
In the world of Dragon Ball, strength determined everything. Since he had become a Saiyan, he had to make the most of his potential—otherwise, what was the point?
So, over the next few days, Raiga lived alone in the forest. Fortunately, the nearest Saiyan settlement was only about a hundred kilometers away. The most dangerous beasts had already been cleared out by the Saiyans, making it a relatively safe place for him to train and familiarize himself with his power.
...
"Today marks my 135th day since arriving here. And once again, I got beaten up. My opponent was a rabbit with ridiculously long ears. Seriously, why are the rabbits on Planet Vegeta so strong? Just you wait—I'm going to roast that thing one day."
"After a nice meal, I can feel my power level increasing again. At this rate, I'm probably stronger than Tien from the World Martial Arts Tournament. Saiyan bodies really are amazing. Maybe soon I'll surpass King Piccolo."
"Damn it, this is Dragon Ball... I can't get cocky."
"I need to lay low a while longer."
"Maybe I should head back to the settlement in a few days. I don't have time to waste—I need to leave Planet Vegeta soon. But I don't officially exist in any records. How am I going to fix that?"
"Under the moonlight, I feel completely energized!"
Raiga lay on a bed of fallen leaves, reflecting on his 135 days on Planet Vegeta.
Around him, the area was in disarray, as if a storm had passed through, leaving only destruction in its wake. Judging by his body's growth, he was nearly three and a half years old now. Fortunately, despite the lack of proper nutrition, he had not fallen behind in development—thanks to his daily training.
Raiga was pleased.
After all, his talent was quite promising.