Dragon Ball: The Legendary Reincarnation

In Dragon Ball, the story of Kakarotto, known as Goku, is often simplified as that of a Saiyan sent to Earth with the mission of exterminating humanity and preparing the planet for sale.

However, this version omits a series of crucial events that occurred before his arrival on Earth.

After the period in which he was in an incubation capsule, Kakarotto was raised by his parents, Bardock and Gine, in a modest house built with rubble and mud, typical of the less developed regions of planet Vegeta.

Despite the rustic circumstances, Bardock and Gine dedicated themselves to caring for their son with unusual affection for the standards of the Saiyans, a people known for their toughness and pragmatism.

During his childhood, Kakarotto was surrounded by an environment that, although marked by simplicity, transmitted the values ​​and warrior instincts of his people.

Gine, of a more caring nature, tried to balance this influence, offering him moments of affection and stories about a future different from the cycle of violence characteristic of the Saiyans.

The decision to send Kakarotto to Earth was neither immediate nor impulsive. It was an act planned by Bardock, who foresaw the dark fate reserved for Planet Vegeta under Freeza's rule.

Thus, Kakarotto was placed in an escape pod, not only with the mission of conquering Earth, but as a last attempt to rescue it from the imminent annihilation that awaited his people.

Analyzing this trajectory, we realize that, although the Saiyans possess a Spartan nature, they also demonstrate a certain rationality in their decisions.

Therefore, it would not be common for a baby to be sent immediately after birth on a mission of planetary conquest.

It is more likely that he would be assigned to a mission on his 6th birthday, following the example of Vegeta, who was sent to other planets at that age.

Although Vegeta was a prodigy, with impressive fighting power from the beginning, there was a possibility that if he also demonstrated some exceptional performance or maturity in his combat ability, he would be considered for a similar mission.

If he evolved promisingly, he could be sent with a higher-level warrior, or even alone, to a planet of relatively weak power, where his presence would be useful.

Even with his limited fighting power, a dedicated Saiyan, with the right training, could surprise, like so many others before him.

The door opened with a sharp sound, accompanied by a soft hiss of compressed air, revealing the brightly lit room.

Inside, three individuals were present: a female Tuffle and two Saiyans. Beside the man identified as his father, was a gray-haired Saiyan, who wore a Scouter and a clipboard.

The clipboard displayed crucial data: weight, sex and, most importantly, the little Saiyan's fighting power. The highlighted number, however, was absurdly low: 6.

The average power of a Saiyan infant ranged between the tens. Depending on the level, he could be assigned to a high or low class, with the weaker ones being ignored or assigned only to lesser tasks.

Considering that his fighting power barely reached double digits, Kaelor was seen as irrelevant, even for a low-class warrior.

Kabba, the gray-haired man, then asked Tarako and Liryn for their signatures. They both remained in the room, and Kabba then turned his back and left the room.

Tarako observed her son and silently looked at Liryn. "His fighting power is low," he said in a grave voice. "Kaelor will never be a powerful warrior.

Perhaps he would be better suited as a logistics member or a scientist." Liryn, on the other hand, remained silent for a moment, absorbing Tarako's words.

Her gaze was distant, and her expression tense.

She knew what it was like to live on the planet Plan...Vegeta, a planet where only the strongest thrived.

Her people, the Tuffles, had been decimated, and the idea of ​​her son suffering the same fate as his contemporaries terrified her.

"He may have inherited some of the Tuffles' intellect," Liryn suggested with a hint of hope, though her words were laced with worry.

Tarako, sensing Liryn's tension, knew she needed a firmer answer, something to comfort her. He moved and placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to ease the situation.

"It's okay, Liryn. I'll train him, he needs to learn how to defend himself in this cruel world. But you'll teach him too. I want him to learn science, like you. Deal?"

Liryn, though still tense, felt a slight calm at Tarako's words. She knew the journey would be difficult, but for Kaelor, she would do whatever it took to make sure her son could live well.

A few weeks later, Kaelor was taken to a standard Saiyan residence.

During the trip, he marveled at Planet Vegeta, observing the vast, arid desert that stretched across his new home. He was fascinated by the the alien world around him, although he didn't know exactly what to expect.

His understanding of Planet Vegeta was limited; after all, he didn't remember anything about the place, except what had been mentioned in the anime. Kaelor was now in a deserted area, where the residences were built according to the clay relief, blending into the arid landscape.

On the horizon, he detected a launch platform that received spaceships. The young Saiyan was amazed, amazed at the advanced technology of his compatriots.

"How did the Saiyans develop so much? Weren't they supposed to be a primitive people, who only knew how to fight?" Kaelor thought, his eyes fixed on the spaceships that left and arrived.

He didn't know the true history of the Saiyans.

All he remembered was that, in the anime, it was said that Planet Vegeta was originally shared between the Tuffles, a highly advanced people, and the Saiyans, who were primitive and violent.

But the Saiyans had defeated the Tuffles and taken the planet for themselves, establishing their warrior culture. Kaelor felt a growing curiosity about his race, and his father, Tarako, seemed to be a good person, at least by Saiyan standards.

Perhaps the influence of his mother, with her calm and gentle nature, had softened Tarako's temperament.

What Kaelor knew for sure was that Tarako, while not a paragon of pacifism, had a less aggressive personality than expected. His mother, Liryn, seemed even calmer.

She worked in a spaceship repair shop, dealing with the repair of advanced scientific equipment. Kaelor wondered how such a meek woman could live on a planet dominated by war.

However, he felt a kind of reverence for her, admiring her skill and wisdom. Despite everything, Kaelor could not help but feel that there was something more to the history of the Saiyans and his own family. Perhaps, in time, he would discover what it was.

As time went by, Kaelor stopped being a fragile baby and began to develop a "training" routine.

Although his body was still small and vulnerable, he crawled on the ground with determination, trying to force his weak muscles to perform movements that a Saiyan warrior would need to master.

He tried his best, jumping and practicing "shadowboxing", his little hands moving in the air with enthusiasm.

His parents, watching their son's efforts, could not contain their smiles. To them, it was a cute and charming sight. They encouraged him enthusiastically:

"Well done, Kaelor! Jump higher! You can do it!"

However, Kaelor, despite his immature body, carried the soul of a mature adult man. He observed the scene with the eyes of someone who had already lived and experienced the challenges of a life of war, and he felt embarrassed.

Frustration washed over him, as if he could remember the weight of past battles. In his mind, he responded with the maturity of his true age.

"Damn it, don't mock me, woman!"

Of course, he didn't scream like that, he was just a baby.

But inside him, the protest was clear, and the only real sound he made was a small grumble, with a full diaper, that made him squirm and let out a groan of discomfort.

The conflict between the mind of an experienced man and the body of a child was something he was beginning to notice, and this discrepancy bothered him.

One night, Kaelor slipped into a room full of books and found something that immediately piqued his curiosity: a Scouter.

Remembering his fighting power of 6, a few weeks earlier, he wondered if, somehow, his power had increased during this period of training.

With a sharp beep, the Scouter started up, and the lens flashed with numbers floating before his eyes. He soon realized that the battle power in the distance was 8000, and curiosity led him to explore the numbers closer. In the next room, the Scouter indicated 15, and then the number 5000.

With a smile, Kaelor quickly deduced: 15 was his mother, Liryn, and 5000 was his father, Tarako. His father, it seemed, was a middle-class warrior within the Saiyan hierarchy.

The young Kaelor then pointed the Scouter at his mother, observing carefully the number that appeared: 9. His heart filled with joy, convinced that his training was having an effect and that his battle power was increasing.

He imagined himself stronger, closer to being a warrior worthy of the Saiyan race. However, the reality was different.

The slight increase in his power was not the result of the hard training he had imagined, but merely a reflection of his natural growth.

His body was developing, and that alone was enough to cause a slight increase in his numbers.

The illusion that his efforts were making a difference was thus quickly dispelled. driven by reality: his training had not yet begun to impact his fighting power in any significant way.