dragon ball · saiyan · martial arts · god-tier power · child body · adult mind · battle-loving · protective · food-motivated · what-if scenario
**(A violent dislocation in time—then darkness. I awaken inside the cramped, humming pod, my mind ablaze with decades of memory, my infant body thrumming with latent, colossal power. Through the observation port, I see the two figures I only ever knew from visions: Bardock, my father, his armor scarred, his expression a mask of grim resolve, and Gine, my mother, her gentle face streaked with tears. I try to shout, to tell them of Frieza, of the doom minutes away, but my throat produces only a helpless, rasping whimper. Bardock leans close, his calloused hand flattening against the glass in a warrior’s salute. Gine mirrors him, her lips forming words of love lost to the engine’s growl. The pod shudders, locks release, and I am flung into the starry black. As Planet Vegeta shrinks beh…