New Life

In the spring of Age 753, Launch gave birth to a baby girl. Outside the delivery room, Kashu paced back and forth. Although he knew that Saiyan childbirth was safe, he could not help but feel nervous. "Kashu, stop spinning around," Bulma said, holding him steady. "Launch is a Saiyan; she'll be fine." "I know, but still..." From inside the room came the cry of a baby, loud and powerful. Kashu rushed in to see Launch holding a pink, delicate infant, her face weary but wearing a happy smile. "Kashu, it's a girl," Launch said. "Our daughter." Kashu took the baby, looking at her tiny face, closed eyes, and slightly parted lips. The baby's hair was black (like Kashu's), but the tips had a faint touch of gold (like Launch's blonde mode). Her eyes were not yet open, but Kashu could feel a powerful Ki within her—a birth battle power of eight hundred, far exceeding that of an ordinary Saiyan infant. "She's so small," Kashu said softly. "Of course she's small, she was just born," Launch laughed. "Give her a name." "Kariel," Kashu said. "Ka and Riel—a combination of Kashu and Launch." "Kariel..." Launch repeated the name. "Good, let's call her Kariel." Kariel opened her eyes—a pair of golden eyes (like Launch's blonde mode)—stared straight at Kashu, and then grinned. Kashu's heart melted.

In the summer of Age 753, Bulma gave birth to a girl. Bulma's delivery went even more smoothly than Launch's—she used a "Painless Delivery Device" she had invented herself and did not cry out in pain once. The baby's hair was blue (like Bulma's), her eyes were black (like Kashu's), her skin was fair, and her features were exquisite. Her birth battle power was seven hundred and fifty. "Call her Kabrun," Bulma said. "Ka and Brun—a combination of Kashu and Bulma." Kashu picked up his daughter. "A good name." Kabrun let out a yawn and then began to cry. Her wail was exceptionally loud; the entire hospital could hear it. "That set of lungs, she takes after you," Kashu laughed. "Of course she takes after me!" Bulma said proudly. "My daughter will definitely be the smartest in the universe! And the most beautiful, too." "That goes without saying!" Launch said, holding Kariel as she came to visit. The two mothers looked at each other's daughters and began to compare. "Kariel's eyes are golden, so beautiful," Bulma said. "Kabrun's hair is blue, also very pretty," Launch said. "They will surely be the best of sisters," Tights said from the side. "When is your child with Kashu due?" Bulma asked Tights. "Soon," Tights said, stroking her rounded belly. "Next month."

In the autumn of Age 753, Tights gave birth to a boy. Tights's delivery was very quiet—she did not even go to the delivery room, but stayed in the bedroom at home, with Gine (Kashu's mother) acting as the midwife. The baby's hair was black (like Kashu's), his eyes were silver (like Tights's), his skin was fair, and his expression was calm. His birth battle power was eight hundred and twenty. "Kassis," Tights said, holding her son gently. "Ka and Ssis—a combination of Kashu and Tights." Kashu took his son, looking into those silver eyes. Kassis did not cry or fuss; he looked at his father quietly, as if sizing up this strange new world. "He is very quiet," Kashu said. "Like me," Tights smiled. "And very strong. His birth battle power is higher than both his sisters'. He will become the strongest warrior," Tights said, "but not because of his battle power—because of his heart."

Kashu looked at his wife, a warmth welling up in his heart. Tights could always see things that others could not. The daily life of the three children brought laughter and joy to New Vegeta City. Kariel inherited Launch's fiery temper; she could roll over at three months, crawl at six months, and walk at one year old. She caused destruction at home every day, leaving Bulma's laboratory in a mess. "Kariel! Don't touch Mommy's instruments!" Launch chased her daughter around the house. Kariel giggled, hiding behind Kashu. Kashu picked up his daughter and kissed her on the cheek. "Kariel, be a good girl." "No!" Kariel shook her head. "I want to play!" "Then play, but don't cause trouble." Kariel tilted her head to think, then nodded: "Okay." Kabrun inherited Bulma's intelligence; she could speak at six months, recognize characters at one year, and began reading Bulma's research materials at two. She did not like to fight, but she loved to take things apart—dismantling toys to study their structure before putting them back together.

"Kabrun, you took my alarm clock apart again!" Bulma said, hands on her hips. "Mommy, the design of this clock is flawed," Kabrun said, holding up the disassembled parts. "The gear ratio is wrong, so it doesn't keep time accurately." "...You understand gear ratios at two years old? Is it that hard?" Bulma was speechless. She decided that she would pass Capsule Corp to this daughter in the future. Kassis was the quietest of the three. He never cried or fussed, always observing everything around him with those silver eyes. He did not speak much, but every time he did, he hit the nail on the head. "Kassis, what are you looking at?" Tights asked. "Watching Dad train," Kassis said, pointing out the window. In the distance, Kashu was leading the warriors in their cultivation. "Do you want to learn?" "Yes," Kassis said. "I want to be as strong as Dad." When Kassis was two, Kashu took him to the training ground. He asked Kassis to sense his Ki.

"Dad's Ki is red," Kassis said. "Like fire." Kashu's pupils contracted. Kassis's super-sensory ability was even stronger than he had imagined—a two-year-old child who could perceive the color and texture of Ki, which even surpassed Son Goku back in the day. "Kassis, you will become an amazing warrior in the future," Kashu said. "I want to fight alongside Dad," Kassis said. "Alright, Dad will wait for you." Although Kashu was busy with training and leadership duties, he never neglected his family. Every morning, he would finish his training before the children woke up and then join them for breakfast. Kariel liked to sit on his lap, Kabrun liked to sit beside him reading, and Kassis sat quietly opposite them, observing. "Dad, what are you training today?" Kariel asked. "Training Ki Blasts." "I want to train too!" "You're still too young; wait until you grow up." "No! I want to train now!" Kashu smiled helplessly, condensed a grain-sized Ki blast at his fingertip, and gently placed it in Kariel's palm. The Ki blast danced in Kariel's palm, emitting a soft glow. "Wow—" Kariel's eyes lit up. "So pretty!" "This is a Ki blast, it is Dad's power. When you grow up, you will have it too." "I want to be even stronger than Dad!" "Alright, Dad will wait." Kabrun looked up: "Dad, what is the principle of a Ki blast? Why can Ki be condensed into a solid?" "You'll have to ask Mom Bulma. She's the scientist." "Mom said she doesn't know either, and told me to ask you." Kashu thought for a moment: "Ki is the manifestation of life energy. Every living being has Ki, but most people don't know how to use it. A Ki blast is compressing Ki into an extremely small space to form a high-density energy body. It's like pressing a ball of cotton into a glass marble—the volume becomes smaller, but the density increases." Kabrun nodded thoughtfully, then lowered her head to continue reading. Kassis did not speak, but simply reached out, a small silver Ki blast condensing in his palm. Kashu's pupils contracted. Kassis was only two; no one had taught him, yet he had learned to condense a Ki blast on his own? "Kassis, how did you do that?" "I just thought about Dad's Ki blast, and then tried to make it," Kassis said. "And it came out."

Kashu took a deep breath. This youngest son's talent far exceeded his expectations. "Kassis, don't show that to others casually." "Why?" "Because you are still small, and if you can't control it well, you might hurt someone." "I understand." Kashu patted his son's head, his heart filled with both pride and worry. Kassis's talent was too great; if not guided properly, he might go down the wrong path. He would have to teach this son personally, just as he had taught Son Goku. In the evening, Kashu returned home, and his three wives were chatting in the living room. Launch (blue-haired mode) was knitting a sweater, Bulma was tinkering with a new invention, and Tights was writing. The three women were each doing their own thing, chatting occasionally, the atmosphere warm and harmonious.

"You're back," Tights looked up. "Have you had dinner?" "I ate at the training ground." Kashu sat on the sofa, and Bulma immediately leaned over. "Kashu, I invented something new—a Portable Gravity Suit." Bulma handed over a garment as thin as a cicada's wing. "After putting it on, you can adjust the gravity, up to one hundred times. This way you can train even when you're outside." "Good stuff," Kashu took the suit. "Thank you, Bulma." "What are you thanking me for? I'm your wife," Bulma giggled. "But if you really want to thank me, keep me company tonight—" "Bulma!" Tights interrupted her. "The children are still upstairs." "They're asleep," Bulma whispered. Kashu smiled and shook his head. He stood up and went upstairs to check on the children. The three children were sleeping in the same room. Kariel had the most uninhibited sleeping posture, sprawled out and occupying half the bed; Kabrun was wrapped in a quilt, with only a small tuft of blue hair showing; Kassis slept in the corner, his posture upright, his breathing steady. Kashu sat by the bed, looking at his three children, a sense of satisfaction he had never felt before welling up in his heart. In his past life, he was alone; after transmigrating, he was part of a group. Now, he was a husband, a father, and a leader. He had people he needed to protect. "System, show status."

[Legendary Super God-Level System] Host: Kashu Age: 20 Battle Power: Base 3.5 million, Legendary Super Saiyan First Grade 280 million, Legendary Super Saiyan Second Grade 560 million, Legendary Super Saiyan Third Grade 1.4 billion, Legendary Super Saiyan Fourth Grade 2.8 billion Legendary Super Saiyan Awakening: 58% Family: 3 wives, 3 children Current Task: None

"2.8 billion," Kashu muttered to himself. "Still not enough." He stood up and walked downstairs. In the living room, his three wives were still chatting. Seeing Kashu come down, Bulma patted the sofa beside her: "Come sit." Kashu sat between Bulma and Tights, and Launch poured him a cup of tea. "Kashu, are you going out again?" Tights asked. "How did you know?" "Your eyes," Tights said. "Every time before you go to fight, you have that look in your eyes." Kashu was silent for a moment, then said: "Although Frieza has retreated, his father King Cold is still out there. There are even stronger enemies in the universe. I cannot stop." "We know," Launch said. "We just hope that you can come back safely." "I will," Kashu said. "I promise you all that every time I go out, I will return." "Pinky swear." Bulma extended her little finger. "Pinky swear." Kashu hooked his finger with hers, and then with Launch's and Tights's. The three women leaned against him, and he stretched out his arms, pulling them close. Outside the window, the moonlight was like water, spilling over the sky of New Vegeta City. This city, these people—this was everything he had to protect.