Earth was quieter than Planet Vegeta.
That alone unsettled me because my previous life's earth hectic, always greed based conflicts every year but it is what it is man.
I landed in the wastelands—far from cities, far from eyes. My pod finally died with a hiss of escaping air, leaving me alone beneath a sky that should feel like home but feels alien hhmm.
I did not go looking for the grumpy little Kakarot .
Instead, I hunted knowledge.
The manga never spoke of ancient Saiyans in detail. Only hints—fragmented myths, throwaway lines about "barbaric ancestors," the Oozaru as a "curse," Super Saiyan as a mutation.
That never sat right with me, it always made me feel like the modern saiyan grew weaker as strayed away from their heritage.
Power does not appear from nothing.
It evolves.
Through stolen scouters, ruined alien tech, and broken records left behind by saiyan scientists , I pieced together a forbidden truth:
Before the legend of Super Saiyan was conceived …
Before saiyan kings…
Before Frieza and his family
There were primal Saiyans.
Not defined by hair color.
Not by rage.
But by memory hidden in their cells and more specifically, the saiyan tail .
I believe that the saiyan tail was never a weakness but an untapped strength.
End of the chapter