1 A New Life (1/2)
Planet Vegeta
”Congratulations,” A strange reptilian doctor said, ”Your son has a power of nearly a hundred.”
No one in the room noticed a confused look on the child's face as they spoke.
”A power of a hundred? That sounds like something from dragon ball.” I thought.
The last thing the I could remember was trying to argue with an overworked god about mistakenly killing me. If I remember correctly that god was supposed to allow me to be reincarnated due to his screw up. He was supposed to erase my memories of my past life, but I think I remember everything except personal details about myself or family.
I can remember likes and dislikes, but not names or appearances from my past life. That ”god” must have been trying to cut corners. I can even recall all the media I consumed, which was a large amount. This told me whoever I was, I probably had no life outside of my job, whatever that was..
It was hard to see, everything was so bright and someone was holding me.
”Do you have a name picked out?” I was brought out of my internal musings when I heard the doctor ask.
”Yes, Raditz.” I heard a woman answer.
”Oh, crap! This is Dragon Ball and I'm Raditz!” I screamed internally. I managed to calm down after being dropped in a incubator pod by a nurse.
”OK, just because you are Raditz doesn't mean you have to die like Raditz. Plus, you get to be a Saiyan. If you play your cards right this could be the best thing to ever happen.” my mind was working in overdrive.
Once I managed to convince myself of the benefits of my situation I passed out in the incubation fluids with a smile on my face.
I guessed the incubator pods were designed to keep Saiyan infants sedated because I didn't wake up often and was drowsy when I did. A few times when I was a awake I saw a Saiyan woman visiting me.
She mentioned her name was Gine and that she was my mother.
When Gine finally removed me from the pod I was extremely happy to be able to move around. As it turns out I was in the incubation pod for a full three years. Thankfully, I was alseep for most of it so time flew by.
I was brought to a low grade home by my mother, Gine. The other nearby houses were of equally low grade quality. I wanted to begin training to avoid the path the original Raditz was on, but my mother wasn't useful in that regard.
Gine worked in a butcher shop because she wasn't much of a fighter. At one point, she was apart of Bardock's team before deciding she wasn't made for the life of combat. Bardock, my father, was always out on a mission so I had yet to even meet him.
While Gine worked I spent all of my time doing basic workouts; push-ups, sit-ups, and so on. All the time spent watching and reading Dragon Ball, in my previous life, gave me an idea about what to do. Actually doing it was another thing.
A month later, I was shadow boxing in my home when the door opened. I was expecting mother to appear as she always did around this time. When I spied the opened door I was surprised to see Bardock along with Gine. This was the first time I had seen Bardock. I been had wondering what the first interaction would be like.
”Yo, kid, how's it goin'.” Bardock waved at me, ”I'm your dad, Bardock.” Even though I couldn't quite remember my adult life, being called a kid still felt strange. Also, what was with that super casual greeting from Bardock.
After an exceptionally large meal Bardock informed me that my trial was coming at the end of the week. I would have to go on a low level mission to clear a planet in order to determine if I would be worthy enough to join an attack squad. My father told me he was going to attempt to teach me a few things to help me survive.
Bardock whistled in amazement, ”I can't believe you picked up flying in a couple of hours.” I was floating around out back with him.
”It wasn't too hard, but I still need practice.” I was flying around uneasy and nearly fell a couple of times.
”I thought it was going to take most of the week to be honest.” Bardock laughed, ”How about this as a reward for being a fast learner, I teach you something I was going to teach you when you got older. The Riot Javelin.” My eyes light up with excitement I was going to finally going to learn a
Ki blast.
Wait a minute...
The original Raditz never knew the Riot Javelin. A devilish grin appeared on my face at the realization that I might already be better than the original Raditz, if this change to the story is any indication.
It took me two days to get the general hang of the technique. I remember Goku picked up the Kamehameha immediately after seeing it. He did practice the basics of the Kame style he learned from Grandpa Gohan for years, whereas I just started. So, I'm not too sure if the ability to acquire skills quickly is a Saiyan thing or just specific to me for some reason. So far, I can only manage the Riot Javelin twice before becoming too exhausted to move.
For the final days before my departure we sparred so I could learn some basics to fighting. Bardock seemed to be self taught because seeing his fighting style in person it really looks like a brawler's style.
Needless to say, I never came close to winning during all the sparring but I think I learned a lot. I guess it should be enough for wherever I'm going. Bardock was impressed with my tenacity. By the time the end of the week came I got my power up to one-twenty.
My father took a mission on the same day as my departure so he escorted me to the spaceport. Gine came along too because in Bardock's words she had a ”Softness Illness.” On the way to the spaceport father would greet people from time to time.
”Hey Bardock! Headed out?” a short haired Saiyan female called out.
”Yeah.”
Bardock loaded up and departed with his squad as I listened to technicians explain how to use the Attack Ball. As it sounded the attack ball was a round one person spaceship with a window on the front. It had fairly simple controls and seemed intuitive for the most part.