Darkness came first.
Not the comforting kind you get when sleeping but a crushing void that pressed against the soul itself. The Dragon Ball fan felt his consciousness stretching, tearing away from a life that had ended too suddenly and too meaninglessly.
Then He appeared.
The Reincarnation God did not sit upon a throne, nor did He wear robes or have wings. He was vast and faceless and had a presence that bent reality simply by existing.
Stars flickered inside His silhouette like dying embers.
"You have been chosen," the voice said not aloud, but inside existence itself.
He smiled.
" sorry but I know how these situations go and I'm not going to waste your time with 21 questions because I already know where I want to go."
That alone amused the God as it said ", you get 3 wishes then mortal"
The void then reshaped itself into a fractured mirror of countless realities layered atop one another.
Among them burned one universe brighter than the rest: endless battles, screaming skies, screaming warriors who broke planets with their fists.
Dragon Ball verse
The God allowed three wishes. No riddles or stupid tricks.
The man spoke clearly.
"OK ok... I wish to be born with the purest Legendary Super Saiyan bloodline unique to me, one that rivals the primal mutation seen in the original who fought the fused warrior."
The void trembled.
That wish alone carried catastrophic weight.
The God even smirked at that.
"I wish to be completely immune to all forms of telepathy, mind control, memory alteration, and mental intrusion of divine or otherwise."
A sharp pause from the God's movements
Then approval.
"I wish for the ability to travel freely between dimensions and realities that I think of at will."
That… made the God laugh hard.
"You are greedy young one ," the voice said amused .
"I'm just prepared that's all," the soul replied.
Then:
"Granted."the God said.
Rebirth Destination Confirmed
Timeline: Five years before the birth of this universes version of Son Goku.
World: Planet Vegeta
Universe: Altered, fractured and unstable.
The God did not warn him like he expected
He simply let him go.....
Planet Vegeta
The sky burned red.
Planet Vegeta was never beautiful, it was functional, forged for war. Ash clouds drifted endlessly, and the ground itself seemed to hum with violence. Cities of black metal pierced the landscape like jagged spears driven into the planet's heart.
Inside a Saiyan birthing chamber, alarms flared.
A beautiful female Saiyan snarled as medics worked around her, uninterested in her comfort only results.
Then
A cry of a baby...
The infant was lifted into the harsh light.
Dark, spiky hair clung to his scalp already thick and wild. His skin was a deep, earthen brown unusual, but not unheard of.
His eyes opened immediately, sharp and furious, as if he recognized the world and hated it already.
A scanner beeped rapidly
Then screamed.
Power Level: 500
The room fell quiet for a second.
A low murmur rippled through the medics.
"Impressive," one muttered.
"High for a newborn," said another.
"But not unprecedented."
They logged the number.
And moved on.
That was Saiyan society.
Unless you were a prodigy beyond reason or a royal, no one cared.
The child was wrapped, stamped with a middle class insignia, and recorded as combat-capable.
Just another weapon entering the machine.
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Inside the infant's body, he was awake.
Fully.
Memories were intact as expected.
He felt it immediately, the difference.
His power was not high like a certain future green bean rather it was abnormal.
It coiled inside him like a chained beast, dense and suffocating, pressing against his tiny frame. His heartbeat echoed too loudly for a new born . His muscles twitched with dormant violence.
And deeper still…
Something ancient.
Something primal.
A Legendary mutation—not a transformation yet, but currently just a state of being. His cells devoured energy faster than they should. His ki did not flow like normal saiyans, it boiled and bubbled up with in.
As he grew, the world treated him as expected.
No special tutors or anything like that just his aggressive yet loving mother to raise him and a father who might already be dead...
His power rose steadily, brutally. He broke training equipment meant for older children.
He survived sparring matches with his mom and other saiyan overseers that should have crippled him...
She wasn't playing nice with him at all and neither were the others.
By age four, the decision was made.
A datapad flickered in a dark command room.
Assignment: Mid-Level Conquest Mission
Target: Resource-Class World
Survival Expectation: Acceptable
A Saiyan commander snorted.
"Another brat sent to die or conquer. If he lives, then he lives."
The pod was prepared the next day and when the time came,
The boy stood alone on the launch platform, small fists clenched, tail wrapped tightly around his waist. The wind howled like a future warning.
He looked up at the burning sky.
Inside his mind, a single thought echoed, cold and absolute:
This planet will fall someday
But not with me on it...