In the quiet of one night... lived ordinary, accustomed human beings...
Inside a certain residential complex...
In a rented room...
"Ah..." A young man lay on the sofa, looking depressed. His face was flushed with drink as he stared at the ceiling, his left hand covering his forehead... seemingly drowning his sorrows in alcohol. He kept mumbling, "This world is so damn boring... whether it's going to school or playing on the computer... isn't there some more exciting world out there? This place just doesn't seem suitable for me to stay..."
Recalling all his past actions and memories, the young man appeared somewhat weary and powerless. In today's economic era, money is the absolute truth. Whether it's dating a girlfriend or wanting to start one's own business, if you don't possess certain value or wealth, everything is off the table. In such circumstances, there is often a special group of people—the "Diaosi" (a Chinese slang term for "loser" or "underachiever")—those despised by the "noble people."
But even so, there are casualties. The young man was just one of them. Although he was only nineteen, his experiences were almost comparable to the achievements of a certain red-haired basketball monkey.
The young man sat up again, his eyes blurry with intoxication as he gazed at the star-filled sky outside the window, his mind wandering. His eyes, slightly out of focus, looked at the dark environment. He walked to the windowsill, a gust of cold wind blowing through, lifting his long fringe and sobering him up a little.
At the same time, a flash of light suddenly streaked across the sky. The young man watched it, frowned slightly, then relaxed into a smile, saying, "A shooting star? Heh, I wonder who said it first—that shooting stars can grant wishes. Even now, people still believe in this kind of kid stuff. Gak... gak." After speaking, the young man burped dismissively a few times while looking thoughtfully into the distance.
"Whoosh!"
Another gust of cold wind blew through. The young man's face looked slightly pale, and the alcohol's effect cleared up a little more.
He deliberately opened his pair of light gold colored pupils and looked at the starry sky, thinking to himself, "If a wish really could be granted, then I hope you can change this world." The young man completely disregarded his previous sarcastic words and started praying instead.
As soon as he finished his silent wish, he shook his head and laughed at himself, "Sigh. Drinking alcohol makes me lose my mind. What a disaster. Forget it, time to sleep. How could such an outrageous wish come true?" After saying this, the young man immediately lay down on the sofa and fell sound asleep, unafraid of catching a cold in the dark night.
...............
"Eh, the little prince is born!"
"King Vegeta, the little prince's name..."
"What is his battle power?"
"Well... It's 300 points weaker than the eldest prince when he was born... but much stronger than the second prince."
"Hmph. Not bad. Call him Betkas!"
"Congratulations, King Vegeta!"
As a man with the imposing aura of a king, wearing a cape, discussed the baby placed in a certain instrument with a subordinate, the sleeping child suddenly opened his small eyes... and stared silently at his surroundings for a long time...
The baby looked bewildered and murmured to himself, "Where the heck is this place again?" However, the words that came out were unintelligible to others, who only perceived him as crying out.
"The little prince is awake..." the subordinate standing nearby immediately said upon hearing the sound. However, the authoritative figure in the cape did not move, merely stating blandly, "Let him stay there. When he reaches a certain age, give him training. If his nature isn't suitable, throw him onto a trash planet! Just like Tarble."
"Understood! King Vegeta!" The subordinate wearing a scouter responded with a smile.
"Vegeta? King?"
The baby was startled upon hearing the strange language. He thought he could barely make out the sound of the anime character's name. But this language made him slightly unhappy, as it was difficult to decipher, though he could catch a few parts. However, he felt very tired right now... He just blinked his eyes and fell back asleep.
............
Several days later....
Betkas, the infant previously named, woke up again several days later. He opened his small eyes, curiously surveying his surroundings, and thought to himself, "I can't believe I'm still in this darn place..." Betkas felt somewhat helpless. He had originally been a Diaosi youth on Earth. Due to a relationship issue, he had drunk some alcohol, then stood by the window, blowing the cold wind, saw a shooting star, and then, inexplicably, made a wish for the world to change. But the world had changed—and it had changed completely. He had turned back into a baby, born in a bizarre place.
Moreover, this place was so infuriating. Not only could he barely understand a few words of the language, but he even had trouble completely interpreting it.
Although he knew that transmigration/reincarnation was popular in recent years, he never thought he would be the one to "catch the bug." Furthermore, he didn't know what godforsaken place he had transmigrated to. There wasn't even a maid or anything—just a bunch of big men passing him back and forth, and then messing around with some glass-like object, staring at him and doing something, which made him very uncomfortable.
Although he knew he was somewhat handsome, he never thought he could charm men. Therefore, he desperately wanted to grow up quickly to avoid being constantly held by men.
One thing that satisfied Betkas was that he still maintained his former life's light-yellow hairstyle and his pair of light-gold colored pupils, which made him look unique.
Especially in a race where everyone had black hair. If not for his high status, he would have long been treated as a heretic, because this was certainly not a charity organization...
And, at the same time... no one noticed... that threads of gas, invisible to the naked eye, were swirling around the baby. They floated in the surroundings, seemingly protecting something. After continuously circling the baby for several tens of minutes, the gas suddenly drilled into the baby's body, and then a mysterious silence fell.
At this moment, the baby's skin color looked slightly pale, but the baby himself was completely unaware, as if nothing had happened at all. And the people around had not noticed the existence of this gas.