The Saiyan Empire Kindergarten was established in the second year of the Saiyan calendar. At that time, the universal calendar was not yet in use, as the Saiyans had not left their own universe.
In the Saiyan Empire, pregnant women could leave the nursery on their own after giving birth.
From the moment a child was born, their entire life became the responsibility of the clan.
After birth, infants were placed into incubators filled with nutrient solution, where they would develop steadily for one full year.
During this period, the staff were far from idle. They implanted a chip—only one nanometer in size—into each infant's brain.
Despite its size, it contained basic cultural knowledge, allowing the child to gradually become familiar with fundamental Saiyan culture.
When a child turned one year old and emerged from the incubator, they faced two choices.
The first was to be taken home by their parents and raised in a normal family environment. Raditz followed this path.
This decision was entirely due to Gine's strong insistence. According to Bardock's educational philosophy, boys should be raised freely.
The second option was to be taken in by the Empire Kindergarten for centralized training until the age of six, after which they would advance to Empire Primary School, Middle School, and eventually High School.
This method of upbringing was currently the mainstream choice among the Saiyans.
As they often said:
"It is the King's command for us to have more children, so the heavy responsibility of raising them should naturally be borne by the clan."
"Whatever talent the clan lacks, we train the children in that direction. Just don't disturb us husband and wife from improving our strength."
Because of this mindset, nearly every pregnant family had similar conversations.
"Do you really think it's good to hand our child over to the clan?" a Saiyan mother asked worriedly.
"What's wrong with it?" the father replied indifferently. "The clan's training is far more professional than ours. We can focus on improving our strength and making greater contributions."
"But I still want to spend more time with our child…" the mother said, her eyes full of reluctance.
"Don't be too sentimental. This is for the future of the clan—and for the child's future as well," the father said firmly.
"I hope so…" the mother sighed helplessly.
At present, only the kindergarten was open. Schools for later stages had yet to be established.
There were two main reasons. First, the number of children in the appropriate age groups was still too small. Second, there was a severe lack of teaching staff—there was simply no one qualified to teach yet.
According to Bardock's long-term vision, the primary school stage would focus on detailed applications of ki, similar to martial arts training on Earth.
Middle school would teach more advanced combat techniques, drawing inspiration from Planet Yadrat and Planet Metamor.
Bardock planned to obtain this knowledge through the Dragon Balls of Namek.
As for high school, it would no longer focus on martial arts at all. Instead, it would revolve around ideological education—something close to brainwashing.
The goal was to instill unity and loyalty, making students deeply understand that the interests of the Saiyan race came above everything else.
As for other races, Bardock made it clear that he could do nothing for them.
After all, you couldn't expect the brutal, bloodthirsty Saiyans from the original era to suddenly become righteous warriors like those of Universe 6.
After graduation, as long as an individual had not harmed their own kind or damaged the clan's interests, the empire would provide them with a villa on Planet Vegeta and a single-person spherical spaceship.
From that point on, they would no longer be under direct control.
When Bardock arrived at the kindergarten entrance, he heard children loudly chanting, "One, two, one! One, two, one!"
Inside the security room sat an elderly Saiyan with graying hair.
Upon seeing Bardock, the old man immediately stepped out, placed his right hand across his chest, bowed slightly, and said respectfully, "Your subordinate, Garrot, greets Your Majesty."
Bardock nodded with a smile. "Director Garrot, how's everything? No monkey brats skipping school lately, right?"
That's right—this elderly man who looked like an ordinary security guard was actually the director of the Saiyan Kindergarten.
Garrot gave a wry smile. "How could there not be? These monkey brats are incredibly mischievous. Climbing over walls to skip training happens all the time."
Bardock laughed heartily. "Hahaha! Then you'll have to train harder yourself. If a monkey brat escapes right under your nose, that'd be seriously embarrassing."
Garrot nodded repeatedly, smiling bitterly.
Because of his age, no matter how hard he trained, his improvement was nothing compared to younger Saiyans.
Many parents only had children after significantly increasing their combat power, and after soaking in nutrient solution for a year, many of those children already surpassed his 3,400 battle power.
Bardock walked through the slowly opening gate and entered the kindergarten grounds. It wasn't that he didn't want to provide better care for the elderly members of the clan—rather, they refused it.
Saiyans, with their fierce customs, feared nothing more than being seen as useless. If forced into idleness, they would rather die.
However, from a racial development standpoint, having only young adults and children—with no elders—was clearly abnormal.
Bardock could only do his best to arrange relatively easy positions for the elderly.
As they walked, Bardock asked, "So how do you handle children who skip school?"
Garrot quickly replied, "Your Majesty, we catch them first, give them a stern lecture, and then increase their training volume."
Bardock nodded. "That's fine—but pay attention to the method. Don't be too strict and scare the children."
On the playground, the children were undergoing intense physical training.
An instructor shouted, "Straighten your backs! Movements must be fast and precise!"
A small boy panted heavily and muttered, "So tired… I don't want to train anymore."
The instructor immediately glared at him. "No slacking! A Saiyan's glory is earned through endless battle and training!"
Watching this, Bardock smiled in satisfaction. "Only this kind of training can cultivate outstanding Saiyan warriors."
Without disturbing the monkey brats further, he turned to Robert and said, "It's almost dinner time, right? Let's check the cafeteria."
Robert nodded immediately.
The kitchen was managed by several elderly female Saiyans, assisted by hundreds of servants from subordinate races.
Bardock inspected the food carefully. Seeing the neatly arranged ingredients and smelling the rich aroma of freshly cooked meals, he nodded approvingly.
He then asked in detail, "How do you ensure food hygiene and safety? It's crucial that the children eat well."
The elderly Saiyan woman in charge answered respectfully, "Your Majesty, rest assured. We clean and disinfect the kitchen daily, and all ingredients are strictly screened."
Finally, Bardock personally ate in the cafeteria to test the food's quality.
As he prepared to leave, he spotted two brothers—Reg and Vegeta.
They wore miniature black-and-red battle suits with silver medals pinned to their chests, walking hand in hand toward the cafeteria. They had also completed afternoon training.
Because of their exceptional combat power, they quickly became popular among the monkey brats who worshipped strength.
Little Vegeta tugged on Reg's hand. "Brother, I like it here."
Reg felt happier than he ever had in his short two years of life, but he kept his usual aloof expression. He nodded lightly. "Eat well, train hard, and become the pride of the Saiyan race."
Little Vegeta blinked his big eyes. "Got it, Brother!"
Seeing this, Bardock finally relaxed.
"Old King Vegeta only managed to produce two geniuses worth mentioning in his entire life," he muttered.
As Bardock left the kindergarten, his gaze casually swept across the street—and suddenly froze.
Ahead stood a slender figure resembling a purple cat, dressed like an ancient Egyptian pharaoh. Cold, golden vertical pupils stared calmly forward.
Floating beside him was a blue-skinned being wearing a divine attendant's robe, holding a staff. His tall hair stood upright, a halo hovering around his neck, his expression serene and unreadable.
Bardock's eyes widened.
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