Planet Vegeta.
A spherical space pod broke through the atmosphere, hurtling into the cold depths of outer space.
Inside the pod—
"Where is this?!"
Lin Chen snapped his eyes open, his mind a complete blank.
One second ago, he was lying flat in his warm bed scrolling through his phone, arguing with netizens about whether Super Saiyan Goku or Saitama was stronger.
The next second... his entire body was enveloped in cold liquid, surrounded by transparent pod walls flickering with eerie lights?
Fragments of memory flooded in—Planet Vegeta!
Incubation pod!
It seemed like... he had become that newborn... Legendary Super Saiyan, Broly?!
"What kind of cosmic joke is this, hey!"
Lin Chen—no, he should be called Broly now—complained frantically in his heart.
However, his infant instincts only allowed him to let out weak babbling sounds.
What was even more frustrating was that old schemer, King Vegeta.
Because Broly had been detected with a combat power of ten thousand at birth, the King feared he would threaten his position when he grew up, so he unhesitatingly stuffed him into this one-way "exile express."
The destination was a godforsaken... no, a desolate planet where even birds probably didn't exist!
"Damn it... not even giving me a chance to protest!"
An adult Soul was stuffed into a tiny body, making him feel incredibly stifled.
He watched helplessly as the mist in the sleep pod spread, and the potent hypnotic gas instantly overwhelmed his senses.
"...Fine, I'll sleep first... ZZZ..."
Meanwhile, on the surface of Planet Vegeta.
"My son—!!!"
Paragus, Broly's father, rushed into a small spaceship with eyes nearly bursting from their sockets.
A newborn son with ten thousand combat power!
It was practically a legendary miracle!
What King Vegeta?
As long as Broly grew up smoothly, the throne of the Saiyans... Heh heh!
He could already envision a future where he ruled over the world through his son.
The engines roared, and the ship instantly broke the sound barrier.
"Found it! It's right ahead!" Paragus locked onto the small exile pod in front of him, the corners of his mouth curling into a look of wild joy.
However!
In the very next second—
Zzzzt—!
A pitch-black rift, looking as if it could swallow everything, tore open without warning directly in front of Broly's ship!
Plop.
Like a pebble dropped into water, the ship carrying the legendary Bloodline, along with the sleeping Broly inside, was instantly swallowed by the rift and vanished without a trace!
"...G-Gone?!"
The wild joy on Paragus's face instantly froze, turning into terror and bewilderment.
He frantically scanned the empty sector of space, searching in vain.
"Broly? Where is my Broly?!"
The ship hovered lonely in the void, the expression on the ambitious man's face looking as if he'd been punched silly by a cosmic Monster.
His grand plan of "rising to power through his son" had ended in failure before it could even begin.
Meanwhile.
In the One-Punch Man World.
Earth, City Z, Bangs Dojo.
Water flowed gently, and the wind from punches whistled.
The silver-haired, white-bearded martial arts master, Bang, was meticulously instructing his Disciples in their training.
Suddenly, his brow twitched, and his sharp gaze shot toward the sky like lightning.
"Hmm?"
A crimson streak of light, trailing a long tail of flame like a falling meteor, plummeted with a piercing shriek toward the depths of the forest behind the dojo.
Rumble!!!!
A deafening roar echoed, and even the ground trembled slightly.
The Disciples all looked up in astonishment.
"Continue your training."
With a solemn expression, Bang waved them off and vanished from the spot like a ghost, leaving only a faint afterimage.
In the back mountain, dust and smoke filled the air.
Bang landed lightly, his brow slightly furrowed.
He saw a strange, spherical metal object in a massive crater, its surface shimmering with an unknown luster.
Bang approached; his years of experience told him this thing was definitely unusual.
Peering through the glass at the front of the machine, his pupils suddenly constricted—inside lay a baby?!
"A baby?!"
Even for the well-traveled Bang, he couldn't hide his surprise at this moment.
Pshhh—!
The pod door suddenly released a burst of white mist and slid open automatically!
A dense sense of "technology," smelling slightly of disinfectant, wafted toward him.
After a moment's hesitation, Bang stepped forward and carefully picked up the sleeping infant.
The baby felt warm and soft; he was a healthy boy.
But then, he felt something... a tender, short tail?!
"This is...?!"
Bang was completely stunned.
"A tail? How could a human baby have a tail? A Monster? No..."
He carefully examined the little guy in his arms. With fair skin, delicate features, and steady breathing, he looked like an exceptionally cute human baby no matter how one looked at him, without any of the distortion of a Monster.
"Waaaaah~~~~!!!"
Just as Bang was caught in a storm of thought, the baby woke up.
An Earth-shattering, loud cry instantly echoed through the forest, startling countless birds into flight.
This cry, full of vitality, actually made Bang breathe a sigh of relief—it was definitely a normal human baby!
A Monster hatchling wouldn't cry like this.
"Oh oh... good baby, don't cry, don't cry. Are you hungry? Don't worry, Grandpa will take you to get something to eat right now!"
The generational martial arts master instantly turned into a clumsy novice grandfather. He somewhat frantically rocked the little ancestor in his arms and, with a tap of his toe, rushed back to the dojo like a bolt of lightning.
At that moment, the crying stopped abruptly.
Broly blinked his big eyes, finally clearing his head slightly from the "Who am I? Where am I?" state of confusion.
Oh right, I'm Broly, a transmigrator.
Then... he realized he was being carried at high speed by a white-bearded old man, and it wasn't bumpy at all!
"This old man... looks so familiar?"
Broly's infant brain worked hard to search his memory bank, but he couldn't recall it for a moment.
Speaking of which, wasn't he supposed to be exiled to some uninhabited planet?
How did he end up here?!
Where is this?
And who is this old grandpa?
Bangs Dojo.
"Master, this child is...?"
The Disciples' eyes nearly popped out of their heads when they saw their master bring back a baby in his arms.
"Mm," Bang stroked his beard, "I picked him up in the back mountain."
He couldn't explain more for the time being.
The baby's origin, along with that tail, was still a mystery.
Soon, the efficient Bang invited a well-endowed young woman who had recently given birth.
However, this new wet nurse's "career" suffered an unprecedented disaster.
"I-I'm sorry, Grandmaster! This child... this child eats too much! I... I don't have a single drop left!"
The wet nurse's face was pale as she finished speaking incoherently. She practically scrambled out of the dojo on all fours, as if a Monster were chasing her from behind.
Bang: "..."
He looked at the infant in his arms, who was smacking his little lips with an innocent gaze, feeling somewhat bewildered.
Left with no choice, he had to bring out the great invention of human civilization—milk powder!
But soon, Bang understood why the wet nurse had fled in terror.
Gulp, gulp, gulp... Broly held the bottle and finished one after another at a speed comparable to a small water pump.
What a normal baby eats in a day—
He could finish ten times that in a day!
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