Tokyo, Earth – Final Day
Kenji Takahashi's life was a silent tragedy. A 24-year-old NEET with no ambitions, no friends, and no family he cared to mention. His world consisted of anime reruns, fanfiction drafts, and long nights scrolling through forums, escaping into virtual worlds where he mattered.
But reality didn't care for his escape.
It happened too fast. A reckless driver, a red light ignored, a crosswalk. Metal struck flesh. Screams. Silence.
Kenji's body was flung like a ragdoll. For a brief second, he saw his own blood splatter across the asphalt, and then—
Nothing.
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The Void Between Realms
He awoke—not in a hospital, not in pain. Just floating.
Infinite darkness. Weightless sensation. No time. No sound.
Then, a ripple.
A humanoid figure made of shifting stardust and cosmic fire emerged, eyes burning like twin galaxies.
> "Kenji Takahashi. You have died. But your soul made quite the impression."
Kenji tried to speak but couldn't. Only thoughts moved here.
> "I am ROB—Random Omnipotent Being. Creator, destroyer, voyeur. You, my friend, have entertained me. So now, I offer you a game."
A shimmer of light formed a screen in front of him. Options. Worlds. Lives.
> "Three wishes. One new life. Use them well."
Kenji's thoughts raced.
> "Reincarnate me as Son Goku. But I want my memories, my intelligence, and the mind of a tactician."
> "Give me biokinetic powers—full control over my own biology and energy flow. I want to evolve."
> "And give me… an irresistible allure. The ability to draw women to me naturally. To love me, serve me. Obsessively loyal."
ROB chuckled, a sound like black holes singing.
> "Greedy. Dangerous. Entertaining. Granted. Good luck, Saiyan."
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Planet Vegeta – Year 732
Cold. Wet. Weightless. A metallic pod hummed as amniotic fluid drained. Kakarot, newly reborn, opened his eyes—not with innocence, but calculation.
He remembered.
His new Saiyan body was far superior to his old one. Already he could feel the difference. Denser muscles, a stronger heart, adaptive lungs. The planet's gravity, ten times Earth's, felt natural.
"Let's begin," he thought, flexing a muscle and adjusting its density with biokinesis.
Even as an infant, his power would grow—quietly. He would not shout. He would not draw attention.
He would evolve.
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Age 2 – Quiet Genius
Other Saiyan toddlers screamed and fought. Kakarot meditated.
He trained in secret. Not with punches—but with breathwork. Biokinetically enhancing his heart's rhythm, stimulating cell growth in bones, extending tendon strength.
Each night, he practiced ki flow—combining it with tissue control. Slowly weaving a new kind of power.
He didn't want explosive strength. He wanted absolute control.
Gine noticed. Her son rarely cried. Spoke rarely. But when he did—it was unsettlingly articulate.
"You need to eat more proteins. Your battle recovery is suboptimal," he said once.
"…You're two," she replied, stunned.
"I'm aware."
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Age 3 – Home with Gine and Bardock
Bardock was rarely home. When he was, he grunted in approval at Kakarot's sparring movements but said little. Saiyan pride rarely expressed affection.
Gine, however, watched him with a mix of awe and confusion. She didn't know what he was becoming.
At night, she heard him moving outside, practicing under the moons. His shirt off. Body shining with sweat. Muscles moving like a predator's. Breathing in perfect rhythm.
Her heart sometimes beat faster than she wanted to admit.
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Biokinesis – Age 3 Milestones
Enhanced bone and tendon strength through regenerative loops.
Began stimulating pituitary gland to encourage controlled growth.
Developed internal ki-sensing to monitor damage, accelerate healing.
Practiced 'Tissue Harden' technique to resist damage without armor.
Combined ki flow with oxygen efficiency to increase stamina retention.
His battle potential wasn't just rising. It was evolving.
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Kakarot sat beside Bardock one evening, watching the man eat roasted meat.
"Why do Saiyans conquer?" he asked.
Bardock raised an eyebrow. "Because we're warriors. That's what we do."
"But you don't conquer to rule. You conquer to destroy. It's wasteful."
Bardock stared at his son.
"You're thinking too much for a brat."
"I'm thinking just enough for a future king."
That night, Bardock watched his son under the moonlight and wondered if Frieza should fear this Saiyan more than any other.
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Power Level Snapshot – End of Chapter 1
Kakarot (Age 3):
Base Ki: 82
Biokinetic Focus: 190
Control Burst Potential: 400+
Scouter Visibility: Suppressed to 60 to avoid suspicion
Bardock: 2,000
Gine: 300
Elite Saiyan Toddlers (Average): 120–200
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End of Chapter 1