He was reborn screaming beneath a blood-red sky.
This is not Earth by a long shot .
Not even Planet Vegeta.
But on a world erased from Saiyan history, a world older than King Vegeta's line, older than Frieza's empire—a planet once ruled by Primordial Saiyans, beings who existed before Super Saiyan was legend.
His body was monstrous.
Towering height of 8 feet. Dark brown skin. Crimson eyes with slit pupils. His tail was thick, coiled with muscle like a constrictor's. Black fur crept along his arms, spine, and jawline—not the golden glow of Super Saiyan, but something feral.
The elders named him Zar.
But he remembered his old name but it didn't fit this reality as my culture doesn't exist here.
He remembered every episode he had ever watched. Every retcon
This world was brutal. No Dragon Balls yet. No gods watching him or this planet .
Power was law here
And Zar'Khael thrived as a result .
By the age of ten, he had killed warriors centuries older with more bloody experience than him with feral savagery .
By twenty, he had mastered an ancient Saiyan state, one fueled not by rage alone—but dominion.
Where Super Saiyan was explosive, this form was inevitable.
The elders called it:
The Primordial state.
A form abandoned because it corrupted reality itself causing distortions in his surroundings .
Zar'Khael embraced it whole heartedly, as he is not someone to feel guilty for being strong, being primal, being savage for simply being a saiyan.
End of the chapter