Rebirth

Age 734

Planet Vegeta, inside the nursery.

"Dabu, check this one's power level," a Toad Head alien doing the paperwork asked his companion, who wore a Scouter over his ear.

"Beep, beep!"

"Power level 10. Looks like another one destined for exile," Dabu said disdainfully, tapping the Scouter twice while pointing it at Reke.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed? If those savage Saiyans hear you, are you planning to get me killed along with you? Don't say anything unnecessary."

Startled by his companion's words, the Toad Head looked around nervously. Seeing that they were alone in the nursery, he finally let out a deep breath and snapped at his companion.

His expression was so furious he looked ready to swallow the other man whole. If he had the authority, he would have killed him.

Someone as brainless as that would get him killed sooner or later. He resolved to find someone to switch shifts with as soon as he got back and never work with that idiot again.

The Toad Head wasn't overreacting. On Planet Vegeta, their status was so low that Saiyans could kill them over the slightest misstep.

"I know," Dabu replied, sounding a little shaken too.

"Fine, fine. Let's finish registering them and get out of here. We don't want to run into any Saiyans."

Seeing his companion's expression, the Toad Head could only urge him impatiently.

After the two of them opened the pod hatch, Reke slowly opened his eyes.

"Ow, ow, ow. Damn it, I shouldn't have drunk so much yesterday. I can't be late for work today." Reke shook his head and groaned.

As soon as he spoke, Reke realized something was wrong.

He was immersed in nutrient fluid, so no sound came out at all. And the surroundings didn't look right either.

He turned his head and looked both ways.

Rows of babies floated in incubation pods. It looked exactly like some kind of human experimentation lab.

Reke was completely dumbfounded. His heart sank.

"I just had a few drinks. How the hell did I end up in a laboratory?"

"Who the hell did this? I remember Xiao Zhou taking me home."

One question after another ran through Reke's mind, but his brain still hadn't recovered from the previous night's hangover.

He squeezed his eyes shut in disbelief. Just then, a wave of drowsiness washed over him. Reke's infant body couldn't handle any more thinking, and he drifted into a deep sleep.

Who knew how much time passed before Reke woke up again.

He stared blankly at the rows of babies, his heart completely sinking.

So he hadn't been dreaming. Not only had it all been real, but he had turned into a baby too, living inside an incubation pod.

As he looked at the baby in the pod across from him, something seemed more and more wrong.

What was it? The baby across from him had a thick head of long hair—and a furry tail growing from its backside.

Every so often, the tail swished. It was obviously no decoration.

The more he looked, the more familiar it seemed. It was exactly like the Saiyans from the Dragon Ball anime he'd watched.

"No way. They're really Saiyans?" Reke wondered as he began examining himself.

He found a tail growing from his own backside, and it moved according to his thoughts.

His chubby little hands grabbed his tail. A strange feeling washed over him, and for a while, he had no idea what to do.

As he sat there dazed, another wave of drowsiness hit him. His heart jumped, and he forced himself to fight it off long enough to look down at his lower body. Seeing that his little dick was still there, he let out a huge sigh of relief.

He stopped resisting the urge to sleep. He knew he was still a baby and needed rest. He could think about everything else after he woke up again.

Meanwhile...

After the two Toad Heads finished registering the newborns, they went to report to the Saiyan in charge.

"Sir, these are the power level readings for this batch of newborns." The Toad Head respectfully handed the device to a burly man wearing a Battle Suit, with a tail coiled around his waist.

The burly man took the device without even looking at it. Staring at the Toad Head, he asked, "How many Mid-Class Warriors are there in this batch?"

"Sir, not a single one. The highest power level is below 30," the Toad Head replied nervously.

"Damn it, another batch of useless trash. Send them all off in two years." The burly man stared at the Toad Head, a murderous impulse flashing through his mind.

He had just returned from a nearly conquered planet because of this batch of trash. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Looking at the two men in front of him, he was just about to kill them for a little fun.

Then he remembered that they might still be useful. Forcing down his urge to kill, he gave them a couple of instructions and walked away without looking back.

That was just how Saiyans were. Their minds held nothing but killing and fighting, especially since they had come under Frieza's command.

They were either killing or on their way to kill.

The entire race was immersed in the thrill of slaughter. Not a single person thought anything was wrong. To them, things like family and love were optional.

To the Saiyans, anyone who wasn't a Mid-Class Warrior was trash. After being sent on a mission, there was no telling whether they would make it back, so the Saiyans didn't care at all.

Saiyans were ranked by power level: 1–30 were Low-Class Warriors, 31–100 were Mid-Class Warriors, and 101–500 were Elite Warriors.

Low-Class Warriors couldn't even control themselves after transforming into Giant Apes. No wonder the burly man looked down on them.

After extensive training, Mid-Class Warriors could retain some of their sanity in Giant Ape form. Elite Warriors didn't need training at all; they could stay rational from birth.

The burly man's footsteps grew fainter and fainter until they disappeared. Only then did the two Toad Heads slowly raise their heads.

They wiped the cold sweat from their brows, feeling lucky to be alive.

They didn't dare waste any more time. They hurried back to the control panel to assign missions to the newborns.

For the next two years, Reke and the others would remain in the nursery. After two years, they would be sent to low-level planets to carry out conquest missions.

Reke woke up again.

The thought that he had transmigrated into the Dragon Ball world and become a Saiyan filled him with excitement. He imagined himself transforming into a Super Saiyan.

He didn't think anyone could watch Goku transform into a Super Saiyan and not get excited.

When Reke came back to his senses from his Super Saiyan daydream, fear began to creep in.

As far as he knew, Frieza would destroy the Saiyans. And he was still a baby, with no idea when exactly it would happen.

All he knew was that Planet Vegeta was destroyed not long after Kakarot was born. He knew nothing else.

"Damn it, I can't be so unlucky that I'll die not long after transmigrating, can I?"

The moment he thought of that, his dream of becoming a Super Saiyan shattered. Now, he desperately wanted to know whether Kakarot had been born yet—or how old Vegeta was.

Unfortunately, the tiny nursery kept him completely trapped, and his body wouldn't let him do anything else.

"System Dad..."

"Cheat ability..."

"Supreme One?"

"..."

Reke called out for everything he could think of, but nothing answered.

"Damn it, I can't be this unlucky, can I? I transmigrated here and got nothing." Reke felt hopeless.

"Forget it. I'm tired. Just destroy the world!"