Arrival on Earth

Dragon Ball World, Universe 7, Planet Vegeta, Saiyan Nursery.

Two sharp-featured aliens were busy recording data.

"What's going on? The battle power reading is 0? That means his combat strength is lower than 0.5!"

"Whose child is this?"

"No idea. There's no information on the incubation pod. His battle power is actually less than 1. Is he really a Saiyan monkey?"

"Shh, keep it down! He has a tail, there's no mistake about that. But to have no identity tag and no registration... how did he even get in here?"

"Could he have been born on another planet? Maybe his parents realized his battle power was too low and snuck him in?"

"It's possible. After all, with battle power this low, if it were detected in public, his parents might lose as much face as Bardock."

"What do we do now? Should we report it?"

"Idiot! A mysterious infant suddenly appears in the nursery with such low battle power—what do you think will happen if we report it? What will happen to us?"

"Then what should we do? Let's just finish him off!"

"Fool! If something like that is discovered, we're dead. Do you want to face the wrath of the entire Saiyan race?"

"Then what?"

"Let me think... Right, Bardock! Bardock's son, Kakarot, also has very low battle power—only two. By rights, he's supposed to be sent to a low-level planet in a few days. Why don't we send him off early and toss this piece of trash with no origin in with him? Something like this won't be considered a big deal."

"Good, that's good!"

And so, when the dead of night arrived.

The two sharp-featured aliens each picked up a Saiyan infant—one with large, confused eyes, and the other crying incessantly—from their incubation pods and quietly made their way to the spacecraft launch base.

The two infants were then placed into the same spherical space pod. A moment later, the craft launched, trailing a long plume of flame.

"Who are you two? Why did you launch the craft without authorization? Who did you send away?" Before long, the two were discovered.

They were surrounded by three Saiyans, the leader of whom was missing an ear.

Facing such a situation, the two aliens showed no signs of panic.

They had clearly anticipated this; such a commotion couldn't go unnoticed. The only reason they remained so calm was that they had already prepared their excuses.

"My lords, we are the managers of the nursery. We just sent away Bardock's son."

"Bardock's son has such low battle power that he was terrified by the energy of the other children in the nursery and wouldn't stop crying, severely disturbing the rest of the other infants. That is why we sent him away overnight."

"That's right, and the craft we used was already prepared for Bardock's son; the destination was already set."

"Bardock's son? A piece of trash with a battle power of only two, and a coward to boot!" The one-eared Saiyan raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, yes, exactly... urgh!" Before he could finish, the two aliens had their chests pierced through.

Wiping the fresh blood from his hands onto the two corpses, the one-eared Saiyan said indifferently, "Don't waste them; take them to cultivate Saibamen. Remember to tell those aliens: the bloodline of the warrior race is not something any of them can arrange at will!"

"Understood. Should we retrieve the space pod?"

"No need."

Inside the spherical space pod, the two Saiyan infants—one active, one still—appeared quite mismatched.

The one crying incessantly was, naturally, Bardock's son—Kakarot, the man who would eventually lead the trends of the Saiyan race—Son Goku.

Whenever there was a new hairstyle or hair color, he was almost always the first to discover and utilize it.

As for the other, who was far too quiet for an infant, he was a reincarnator.

This Seat... what has happened? Indeed, his origins were extraordinary; he was the Ancestral Immortal Venerable of the Yin-Yang Immortal Sect. His original name was Bu Wuchen, also known as Immortal Venerable Wuchen.

Staring blankly at his own tender, small hands, the once-great Immortal Venerable Bu Wuchen was at a loss.

It seemed he had become an infant, and his heaven-defying cultivation had vanished into thin air.

Furthermore, he felt his head spinning.

Yes, even his divine soul was no longer what it once was. He had merely retained his memories—memories that his fragile, infantile soul could barely contain.

Reincarnation? Or a trial of the Dao Heart? A trial of the Dao Heart was something practitioners might fall into whenever they encountered a bottleneck.

This trial was an illusion of the mind; if one could walk out of it, they would ascend to a higher level, but if they failed, they would perish!

No, this is not a trial of the Dao Heart! As an Immortal Venerable, Bu Wuchen had experienced countless such illusions.

Since they were illusions, they were all false. With his level of mental cultivation, he should have been able to easily sense his true heart and shatter all falsehoods.

Since it is not a trial of the Dao Heart, it can only be that I have fallen into reincarnation. If I have entered reincarnation, this Seat must have perished. But how did I die?

Bu Wuchen accepted the reality of his reincarnation, yet he did not know how he had died. He only remembered that he had been in seclusion, meditating, and then he had arrived here.

Strange, truly strange... Hiss—my head hurts... Forget it, forget it. Unable to fathom it, and finding that even thinking about it caused his head to ache, Bu Wuchen simply stopped trying.

Instead, he began to analyze his current situation, and inevitably, the appearance of those two individuals from earlier surfaced in his mind.

I do not know in which realm this Seat—no, I—was born in this life. Those two from earlier had strange appearances, and their language was something I have never heard before. They do not resemble the people of my Yunlan Realm. Indeed, he hadn't understood a single word those two aliens had said.

This object, too, is something I have never seen. The spherical space pod was also a novel curiosity to him.

However, he did not like it here; it was a bit stuffy, and a strange odor made him feel rather uncomfortable.

"This body actually has a long tail. Could it be... the Orc race?" He also had his grievances regarding his current physical form.

"Oh well, settle in where you land." Withdrawing his thoughts, Bu Wuchen stopped speculating about things that didn't matter.

"Waaah, waaah..." Once he regained his focus, the crying of another infant became clear.

"This child must be my older or younger brother." Only then did he turn his attention to the little baby who, just like him, had a tail growing from his backside: Kakarot.

"Little brother, stop crying. Be careful not to pull out the milk tube." Both he and his brother had strange tubes attached to them. Bu Wuchen could feel that these tubes were delivering the nutrients his body needed directly through his skin, so he had dubbed them 'milk tubes' himself.

Believe it or not, once Bu Wuchen spoke up, Kakarot actually stopped crying, staring at him with wide, watery eyes.

"Little guy, you might have been born before me, but if we really count it up, I'd be more than qualified to be your ancestor. So, calling you 'little brother' isn't exactly taking advantage of you, don't you think?"

"Since you aren't saying anything, I'll take that as your agreement. From now on, you are my little brother, and I am your big brother."

Just like that, Bu Wuchen established his position as the... older brother. In this cramped space, it didn't feel quite as unbearable anymore; at least he had a little brother to amuse himself with.

Thus, he didn't know how much time had passed when Bu Wuchen felt a violent shaking inside the spacecraft!

At the same time, the "sky and stars" that had been constantly shifting outside the porthole were gone. What met Bu Wuchen's eyes was a massive, azure-blue sphere, one that was rapidly expanding!

Gradually, the sphere became too large to see in its entirety, replaced by mountains, rivers, and plains!

"Were we sent into the sky? And now we're falling back down?" Bu Wuchen couldn't comprehend it, but he grew anxious. Two infants—what would happen if they crashed like this!

"Little brother! Stop moving around!" Seeing Kakarot struggling wildly in his fright, Bu Wuchen became even more frantic.

He forced his barely coordinated little hands to grab Kakarot's arms, trying his best to steady his brother's body.

However, his worries were clearly unnecessary.

Bang! The spacecraft slammed into the bottom of a valley with a trail of fire, and the porthole, having turned to face the sky at some point, opened on its own.

Inside the craft, neither Bu Wuchen nor Kakarot had suffered a single scratch.

The terrifying impact seemed to have been perfectly cushioned, causing them no harm whatsoever—aside from the smoke and dust that poured in once the porthole opened, which was quite unpleasant.

"Who goes there?!" Before Bu Wuchen could even check on himself and his brother, a figure suddenly appeared at the hatch, casting a shadow that darkened the cabin.