My damaged pod drifted toward a blue green planet.
Earth.
Of course it was.
Fate was lazy like that.
Kakarot would arrive as a grumpy little saiyan baby.
I would arrive as a 5 year old child.
I would not replace him.
I would observe him from a distance because I knew what was coming:
Raditz.
Vegeta.
Nappa.
Frieza the lizard boy .
The good old Dr Gero and his Androids.
Mr perfect Cell himself .
The ancient pink menace to society Majin Buu.
God’s like the kais and short tempered Egyptian cat God, lord beerus and his zesty angel Whis.
A multiverse built on violence and survival —
The universe would not be caught unprepared.
I was reborn with knowledge no warrior should possess.
Not prophecy.
Not visions.
But certainty well until do something to change the timeline.
I knew how strong Saiyans could become.
And I knew the cruel truth of Dragon Ball:
Power decides morality after the battle is over.
This time—
I would be strong before the story began.
End of chapter 5