The first weeks of life I could remember were contained within an incubator. Shrouded in murky, orange liquid, unable to see past my glassy prison.
The dainty hands that would press up against the glass so delicately seemed large compared to my own. Every time I was awake I would press my palm up against theirs to compare them. The coldness of the pod I was submerged in had starved me for the warmth of another person. When there was none, I started to grasp and press against the glass wall desperate for that same hand to meet my own. Shortly after, my tantrum would be abated and a tender feeling would envelope me, replacing that of the numbing liquid, before my consciousness would fade and I would be lulled to sleep.
As I began to mature inside the pod my full conscience began to return to me. Like a puzzle, several pieces came together and formed a whole. The tail sprouting from my lower back proved I was no longer Human. Furthermore, the incubator I was immersed in eluded to a far more technologically advanced civilisation than Earth's.
I was a Saiyan. A part of the Warrior Race.
That same race that had borne Goku and Vegeta. As well as, the same race that was under the thumb of the tyrant Frieza and his father King Cold before being eradicated.
I began to fidget. It was too much for me to handle. Losing my life and suddenly reincarnating into the body of a child. A Saiyan at that. I thrashed about within the confines of the liquid. Struggling.
The childish emotions I carried accompanying a Saiyan's innate explosive temper erupted in a scream. The glass of the pod shattered as I, along with the fluid, cascaded through the smashed glass and onto the cold floor.
Countless hurried footsteps echoed throughout the hall as they rushed to investigate the sudden spike in energy. The scientists entered to discover a baby, no more than eight months old, laid bare on the nursery floor and crying. Its eyes widened and darting around the room panicked. Soon enough, they landed on the group of scientists and slowly reached its arm out with it's fingers spread wide.
A single female scientist, wrapped in a lab coat, strode forward and knelt down next to the child whilst the others were still in shock. The woman had long hair, lacked a tail and donned black armour over her chest area with a single shoulder strap. Underneath was a black tight suit and a white dress. Looking down at the boy, she gently reached her hand out interlocking it with the baby's.
"I knew you had a temper but not to this extent," she whispered softly.
The baby only stared blankly before slightly tightening its grip on her fingers. She gave a warm smile before picking the child up and holding it close to her chest.
"Find a replacement pod for this child," she ordered in a stern voice.
The Saiyan scientists, other than the ones who looked identical to her, still stared dumbfounded. Quickly, one of them pulled out a datapad and hastily tapped on the screen. They were not used to this woman being so – emotional. It frightened them.
Swiftly, she spun around and brought the infant close to her face and mumbled.
"Finally, this must be my work bearing fruit. The alterations I have provided you with have started to take shape. Oh, Gor! My sweet, sweet Gor! You'll become the greatest warrior the universe has ever seen! You'll be the tool in which I exact our revenge!" She revelled as she caressed the baby's face.
"You may even be the legendary Super Saiyan!"