Escape from Planet Vegeta

A spacecraft cut through the galaxy's vast expanse.

A Saiyan infant was curled up inside, fast asleep.

Suddenly, a faint blue light fell across his face. His eyelashes fluttered.

A moment later, he stretched and opened his eyes. A beautiful blue planet came into view.

"This is... Earth?"

The Saiyan infant's face immediately lit up with excitement and joy.

"Great! I made it!"

His name was Son Mirai. He had originally been an Earthling, and a die-hard Dragon Ball fan.

In his previous life, Son Mirai had wanted to grow stronger, so he'd imitated Son Goku and Krillin's weighted training.

The results had been impressive.

He'd never lost to anyone in his grade at school,

until his opponent called over an older girl... and gave him his first taste of defeat.

That was when Son Mirai learned that not all women were delicate and helpless.

Later, determined to push past his limits and surpass himself,

he'd gone head-to-head with trucks thirty times, winning twenty-nine and losing once.

There was a reason for that one defeat.

Son Mirai hadn't expected anyone to be inside the truck that had been parked for half a year. The driver hadn't seen him when they started it up.

When he woke up, he found that he'd been reborn as a Saiyan infant, lying naked in a nutrient pod.

Son Mirai wasn't sad about losing to a truck in his previous life. On the contrary, he was thrilled to have been reborn as a Saiyan.

But his joy didn't last long. He soon heard that Frieza had recalled the Saiyans.

Anyone familiar with the story knew that Frieza had recalled them so he could wipe out the Saiyan race in one fell swoop.

At that moment, Son Mirai was only a newborn baby. His body was still underdeveloped, and he couldn't move at all.

And with his whole body submerged in nutrient fluid, he couldn't speak, either.

How was he supposed to escape?

Then it hit him: Son Mirai could ask his parents for help!

But after looking around for a while, he realized he didn't seem to have any parents.

No matter how hard he struggled, the staff barely paid him any attention.

One of the staff members saw how much Son Mirai was thrashing about. They still ignored him, but muttered a few things about his situation. Son Mirai picked up quite a bit of information.

Not long ago, Son Mirai's parents had been killed while conquering a planet and never returned. He was an orphan.

War orphans like him who were deemed worthless were sent off to do reclamation work.

Son Mirai, however, had been born with a little combat power and could be trained as a warrior in the future, so he hadn't been sent away.

But he was being cared for by hired help, who couldn't look after him as well as his parents would have—not even as well as a nanny.

As a result, Son Mirai got far less attention than the other babies. No one had even given him a name.

But none of that mattered to Son Mirai. What mattered was getting out of there as soon as possible!

He'd finally been reborn as the Saiyan he'd always dreamed of becoming. He could train, grow stronger, and fire a Kamehameha.

He wasn't about to get reincarnated again right after being reborn.

Although his combat power was already over ten at birth, that was just a number indicating his body's strength as measured by a Scouter.

At the moment, his ability to move was severely limited. He couldn't even break out of the pod.

What could he do?

He was frantic, but there was no point in panicking.

Thankfully, it would take time for all the Saiyans out on expeditions to return. He still had a little time.

Son Mirai also noticed that as he absorbed the nutrient fluid, his body kept growing and getting stronger. His strength was increasing, too...

His growth was slow, but as a Saiyan, he had an absurdly resilient body and the appetite of a glutton.

Son Mirai figured that after just a few days, he'd probably be able to move around a bit.

He stared at the glass cover in front of him, and an idea came to mind.

He had experience from his previous life. When he'd trained the Iron Head Technique, he'd tried smashing bottles against his head.

The bottles shattered, while he'd only passed out. That was clearly a victory for him.

And in this life, he was a Saiyan. Even if he'd only just been born, he was sure his head was much harder than glass.

He'd also noticed that warriors often came to check on their children in the nutrient pods.

He guessed there had to be a place nearby where spacecraft were parked.

All he could do was absorb as much nutrient fluid as possible to build up his strength, while also stretching his limbs and exercising his body as much as he could.

A few days later, a batch of Saiyan warriors returned.

The Saiyan race was one step closer to annihilation, and time was running short.

Still, Son Mirai had been actively absorbing nutrients and doing some simple stretches inside the pod.

As a result, his body had absorbed more nutrients than the other babies'. He was sturdier now and could crawl.

At last, on a silent, late-night hour, he smashed through the pod with his head.

It only hurt for a little while. He soon recovered.

Before long, he found the spacecraft landing area and crawled into a well-fueled Attack Ball.

He didn't know how to operate a spacecraft, but he'd been an Earthling in his previous life. He'd been great at using a phone and had plenty of experience with electronic devices.

After just an hour of tinkering, he figured out how to operate it and even managed to take off.

He'd taken a few wrong turns along the way and gone somewhat out of his way,

but after all his attempts and adjustments, he was finally about to reach Earth today.

As Earth grew clearer in the distance, he hurriedly began looking for Mount Paozu as a landing spot.

He was a Saiyan, but he still had some standards for his living conditions.

He wanted a place where he could live, get dressed, and eat as soon as he landed—and where he could train, too.

The best choice was naturally Kame House.

But most of Earth was a vast blue ocean, with only a small amount of land.

Kame House was on a tiny island that was hard to spot. It was simply too difficult to find.

So he changed his approach.

If he couldn't find Kame House, he'd look for Son Gohan, Son Goku's grandfather, instead.

He could always visit Master Roshi for training when he was a little older.

Son Gohan's home might not offer much in the way of food, clothing, or shelter, but at least Son Mirai would be able to train there.

But from up above, he could only make out the broad shape of the land. Finding the tiny Mount Paozu wasn't easy.

Son Mirai thought, I remember Goku never saw snow when he was little.

So Mount Paozu must be in the southern mountains. I hope I can make it there...

Before long, he picked a mountain range with a fairly pleasant climate.

Even if it wasn't Mount Paozu, it should be close enough.

"I'll land here..."

Son Mirai pressed the landing button.

"Boom!"

There was almost no cushioning at all. The Attack Ball plummeted at full speed and crashed into Mount Paozu within a few breaths.

It blasted a huge crater into the ground, shaking the whole mountain.

Son Gohan, who lived on the mountaintop, jumped in fright.

"What just exploded?"

Son Gohan was about to look outside when little Goku, lying in bed, let out a wail.

"Waaaaah..."

Son Gohan hurriedly picked up Son Goku.

"There, there, Goku. Don't cry, don't cry..."

Once Goku had calmed down, Son Gohan carried him out of the house.

They lived on the mountaintop, which offered a good view. As soon as he stepped outside, he spotted smoke rising not far away.

"Something really did fall from the sky! It's over that way!"

Holding Goku close, Son Gohan made a few leaps and reached the spacecraft's landing site.

When he saw the round crater and an Attack Ball just like the one Goku had arrived in, his pupils contracted sharply.

He looked at Goku in his arms, then at the spacecraft, and murmured, "What's going on? Has another child arrived?"

He opened the Attack Ball. Inside was a child with a furry tail just like Goku's and the same distinctive hairstyle.

The child had similar features, but he blinked his big eyes without crying.

Son Gohan blinked in surprise. "What on earth is going on?

"How could anyone just abandon such a fair, chubby little baby?"

Those big, dark eyes filled his heart with affection.

Son Gohan bent down and picked up Son Mirai.

"I can raise one child or two. It makes no difference."

"Goodness, he's pretty heavy...

"He looks a little older and heavier than Goku... That makes you the big brother from now on."