Bit by Bit Kai

by GrimGenesis

Y'know life sucks when right before your holiday break from work, you get hit by a truck. That's rough, buddy, but not as rough as being reborn as some monkey alien straight out of some anime or something like this poor sucker. Now he's stuck as a Saiyan named Orion and has to survive in this world where only strength matters. Too bad he's the weakest Saiyan. Rewrite of Bit by Bit.

5. Ep 5 Low-Class

My eyes suddenly shot open, and an unfamiliar ceiling greeted me. I didn't know why, but I woke up panting heavily with a splitting headache. My first thought was where I was, and the second was why didn't I feel any physical pain anywhere in my body.

"Oh hey, you're finally awake."

I felt my stomach sink when I heard that infamous phrase. Oh god, please tell me I didn't go from this shitty world to Skyrim.

"So, are you feeling better?" I turned my head and saw… What the hell? No, really, what am I looking at here? This guy… This kid looks just like…

"...Bardock?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Bardock? Who's Bardock?" The young boy asked.

"O-Oh. Nothing. Sorry." I mumbled an apology as I sat up to look at the young Saiyan boy.

Despite small differences like a darker skin tone, very slightly different styled hair, and Saiyan armor, this guy looked just like Bardock. The only thing that really stuck out as different was, again, his darker skin and his 'Bardock hair' had two little devil horn spikes mixed into it. It was really throwing me off.

"I'm…fine, I guess."

"Good. That's a relief." The Bardock look-a-like gave me a warm, kind smile when he said that. "I was really worried about you, ya know? We low-class Saiyans need to stick together, right?"

"Low-class?"

"Oh, right. We haven't met before this. The name's Turles. A low class warrior like you." He said while offering me a hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Orion. Oh, uh… In case you're wondering, I only know your name and class cause I heard the doctor mention it after I brought you to the medical center."

"Oh…So you took me to the medical center? Did I pass out in the middle of the street or something?" I asked.

"Something like that. Gotta say, it was pretty terrifying to be walking home from the market and stumble across a kid who was bleeding to death while lying on the road. I dropped everything and flew you to the medical center as quickly as possible."

"Flew?" I asked before it came to me. "Oh, right. Saiyans can fly. Right… This headache is throwing me off." I turned to him, took his hand, and shook it. "Well, as for proper introductions, you already know I'm Orion, but I guess it's nice to meet you." I said with a little reservation. He seemed like a good guy, but after what just happened, my trust and respect for any Saiyan had dropped considerably. "By the way, did you happen to grab the stuff I had with me when you found me?"

"Yeah, I did. It's right here." Turles said as he motioned to a bag filled with what was left of Skeets. "What is this stuff anyway?"

"You don't have to worry about it." I quickly said, not wanting to talk about it. The last thing I need is this guy getting pissed off for some reason and end up watching him destroy the rest of it. "So where am I?"

"You're in my place. It's not much, but it's home." He told me.

"Your place? But aren't you a kid too? You look young."

"Yeah, well, things happened." Turles said with a small frown. "But hey, for someone who's only 8, living on my own is pretty impressive, right?"

"Yeah. You seem to have things under control." I nodded. I know for a fact that living by yourself while being a really young kid is extremely tough, so props to this guy. "You said you were a low-class warrior, too, right? Does that mean you managed to survive being an infiltration unit too?"

"Oh, you were an infiltration unit? That explains why I haven't seen you until now." Turles mentioned. "But no, I wasn't an infiltration unit. I was born as a low-class Saiyan, but I had enough battle power not to get sent out. Though I will say, I'm not that impressive, unfortunately. Still, all things considered, I guess I'm still luckier than most." Turles said while stealing a glance at me. He then shook his head. "Well, there isn't anything anyone can do about it, unfortunately." I scoffed at his words when I heard him say that.

"And that's the dumbest thing in this entire world if you ask me." I grumbled out a hiss filled with venom. "Who cares if you weren't born with power? Anyone can do anything and become anything if they work hard enough. Why tie us down using these barbaric class systems given at birth?" I then noticed him giving me a confused look, causing me to sigh. "Forget it. It's not really important."

"But you bring up a good point, right? It's just…I've never thought of it that way before." Turtles mumbled. "Anyway, why were you so badly injured?" I frowned when he asked me that question. The memory of the event began appearing in my mind, and I did my best to push it down.

"I'd rather not talk about it." I told him. He hummed a bit while putting a hand on his chin before snapping.

"I see. Some adults did that to you."

"H-Huh? How did you-?"

"You're not the only low-class kid who's had to deal with people like that." Turles said as he showed me a large gash that ran down his chest. "Every low class warrior has to deal with stuff like this at least once. Until we prove ourselves worthy of praise and recognition, we're essentially the punching bags for the higher class Saiyans."

I found myself absolutely appalled. Good god, what the hell!? Saiyans just go around abusing other Saiyans that are weaker than them!? Do all the 'weak' Saiyans have to deal with this stuff? Even if they're as young as 3 or 5 years old? That…disgusting!

And yet, oddly enough, if I think about it, it makes sense. Saiyans, from what I've heard and seen, are some of the cruelest people around. They're prideful, egotistical, and rebellious by a fault. It wouldn't be a stretch to say that almost all Saiyans are born pure evil and tend to keep that vile nature all their lives. In fact, the only Saiyans I've ever met that seem to be the exception are Gine and Turles here. Everyone else I've seen has had this almighty air about them. As if they believed they were the next best thing since sliced bread, and they wanted to make sure everyone knew.

"I'm…sorry." I couldn't help but apologize to the young Saiyan, who only gave a dry chuckle in response.

"Don't apologize. You haven't done anything. Hell, you're looking a little rough yourself." He told me while gesturing to his left eye.

I raised an eyebrow before I realized what he was implying. I quickly ran a finger across my eye and found what felt like a nasty-looking scar that ran from my forehead down my eye to the bottom of my cheek. My eye was fine, thank god, but holy shit.

"Do I…?"

"Have more? Yeah. They roughed you up pretty good." Turles said, trying his best not to freak me out. "I saw you in the healing pod and…well…there was a lot all over you."

My hands quickly darted to my body on instinct. A new set of armor was obviously covering me, but I couldn't help but wonder how many scars I got just from this one event. I should probably be glad I didn't have to see them at the moment, but does this mean I'll get more scars? If I do, that means that I'm…That my body is…

"Hey, hey! Don't start freaking out on me! I don't know what to do if you start panicking." Turles told me as he put a hand on my shoulder.

I started calming down slightly after he said that, but I couldn't help but worry. How long will I have to put up with this? Will I even survive to be ten years old? If that's the case, is living even worth it? This is worse than being stuck on Monmaasu. At least there, I had some sense of safety. I'm not even capable of stealing a pod or a ship to leave the planet. I can thank my weak, child body for that. If I was just a bit stronger and older, then that might be a possibility, but I can't even hope for something like that. I don't even have a good feel for the layout of this place, meaning I can't even come up with a plan to try to escape.

I've trapped myself in a worse prison than Monmaasu.

"How…do you get through it?" I asked Turles. He sighed as he thought about it for a bit.

"There's nothing else we can do but persevere, right? We're Saiyans. We're a warrior race full of incredibly strong fighters. It doesn't matter if we're weak. We can only prove we're strong if we take all of this and throw it back at them one day." Turles told me. "I don't know about you, but I don't plan on being weak forever. It's like you said, we can become strong if we work for it. We're weaker than everyone else, but that just means we've gotta work harder than everyone else. I'm gonna become the strongest Saiyan around. I'll show them all the might of Turles! Just like my folks wanted."

"Your folks?" I asked. "May I ask what happened to them?"

"Sure, I don't mind. They died during one of their missions a few years ago. I've been on my own since." He told me. I guess Saiyans really don't care if a young kid becomes an orphan.

"Do you miss them?" I asked.

"Not really. I barely knew them. I hear they were strong, though, so there's that." He told me.

I nodded in response. I guess I was sort of the same way with Gine and Bardock. I hardly thought about them during my time on Monmaasu, but they also aren't really my parents, so there's that. I'm also technically an adult, but I guess I'm starting to feel more like a child the more time I spend as one. You know, other than already having to deal with adult problems like abuse and work and stuff.

"Well, I guess you should probably get going. It's getting late." Turles said as he looked out the window.

"Right. Thanks for helping me." I said as I got off his bed.

"Don't worry about it. As I said, we low-class warriors have got to look out for each other, or none of us will survive." Turles told me while patting me on the back. "And feel free to come by anything if you need any help. I know you're weaker than many other Saiyans, so I'm your guy if you need some muscle."

"But aren't you supposed to be weak too?" I asked jokingly.

"Yeah, but if I get into a bunch of fights, I'll get stronger, right? Same as any other Saiyan! We get stronger when we survive near-death battles." Is that true? Does that mean I'm stronger now since I survived that curb-stomping? If so, I really don't feel stronger. "Hey, if you want, I could help you get stronger too! We can spar, and then we'll both get stronger!" Is that his way of asking if I want to hang out? Is that what Saiyan kids do for fun? Fight? But that's-oh wait. Race of warriors. Riiiiight…

"I'm not much of a fighter." I shrugged. "But I suppose maybe I might get stronger fighting another Saiyan. The experience would be nice too, so I'll think about it."

"Sweet!" Turles cheered as I left his house.

He seemed a little weird, but he seemed nice enough. For a Saiyan… Welp, guess I should go home for now. I hope Gine doesn't make a big deal about this scar on my eye.

When I got home, she, in fact, did make a big deal about it, though I didn't give her any details as to what happened to me. The last thing I needed was Gine getting super overprotective of me. She had enough on her plate, and I really didn't want my image of her to be ruined by hearing her say getting beat up by a bunch of adult Saiyans was normal and that she didn't care.

And so, my 'life' on planet Vegeta truly began, and by 'life', I mean a month of hell. As I suspected, the abuse did continue, but at least it wasn't all of them ganging up on me every day like before. It was usually one who would hit me a few times as a form of 'stress relief' to them, but I eventually found a way around it after the first few months. And what was my solution? Get strong enough to scare them away or give them a piece of their own medicine? Of course not. Haven't you been paying attention? I'm super weak. I can't even compare to them. I just hid, simple as that. I found a secret little area in the ceiling where I could still do some lab work and stay far away from the other assholes-I mean, my co-workers. Of course, they would try to find me sometimes, but they never did. Of course, sometimes, when they were really pissed off, they would catch me on my way in or out and beat the shit out of me then, but at least it wasn't every day.

Of course, I still had work to do. Gramps made it clear that results of any kind were expected of me, but they were expected. So, I had to make do with whatever I could get up into the ceiling without getting caught. If I did, no doubt the others who hated me would just destroy my tools and make it impossible to do anything. So I did what I could. I actually began to really understand the tech I was working with. The blasters, rayguns, drones, arm cannons, and even the ships and pods we used, as well as war records and 'strategies' that the Saiyans usually use (I use the term 'strategies' very, very loosely. Damn stupid monkeys…). Those were just a few of the things I was able to take a look at, and it was all incredible. I would have at first said it was all over my head, but surprisingly, it was all fairly simple for someone who took the time to understand and chew on it for a bit.

I also did a few other things. Namely, I joined Lanky, Bulky, and Blue-Hair Girl on their escapades of seeking out new kids and chucking them out to space if they weren't good enough. It…wasn't enjoyable when that happened. I wasn't even there to do anything. I was just there to watch the process, so I knew how it worked when it was my time to take over. On good days, the kid would get to stay, either as an engineer or as an actual warrior. On rare days, the kid would be talented. I mean, really talented. When that happened, we took them to high-class incubation pods in the castle and had them grow there. It was weird. Strange, even. But that was just the culture of this world.

Still, looking at all the tech and kids with power levels over 100 all made me think. What was I actually supposed to do? I can study the tech, but what can I do to improve it? I can train, but I wouldn't get strong enough to even matter. I would only get, like what? A few numbers added to my power level of 0? It was grating. It felt like there was all this pressure on me, but also none at all. Like I knew I was capable of so much more, but I could only reach for it as it flew over the horizon. But no matter how much I racked my brain about it, I couldn't think of anything to help either the Saiyans, who I had barely any motivation to help, or myself, the one I really wanted to help with any of this. So I kept wrapping my head around anything I could cling to, but nothing's come up yet.

Turles ended up being a close friend, actually. It was weird. I don't know why, but I felt safer around him, the same as when I was with Gine at home, though not as much. Maybe it was because he was in a similar position as me and closer to my age. Or maybe it was because I knew from experience that he hit like a freakin' truck. Low-class my ass! How the hell isn't he a mid-class warrior, at least!? After he beat me during our first sparring match, he explained how he was born with a low power level, but has been slowly bringing it up, so much so that he proudly told me that his power level was around 700. That doesn't sound too impressive without context, but considering a lot of mid and high-class warriors have power levels near or 1000, Turles was definitely on his way to show them all how strong the weaker class can be.

Of course, knowing how strong he came with the territory of being his favorite sparring partner. Correction: his only sparring partner. Of all people, I don't know why he loved fighting me, but he did. Said the way I 'fought' was unlike anything he had seen. Probably because I wasn't really fighting. I was trying not to get hit. From the moment he first punched me and knocked me out for a few hours, not getting hit was my main priority with him.

So using my experience from dodging things many times bigger and stronger than I was, as well as a mixture of skill, observation, and luck, I managed to weave through his barrage of attacks or at least stay out of his reach so he couldn't get a hold of me. I would then try to hit him back, but when I tried to attack him normally the first time we spared, I nearly broke my hands when I missed and hit his armor, and he wasn't even pushed back. And when I actually hit his face… I barely made his head move. So I had to fight…let's call it smart.

"AAAH! The hell Orion!?" Turles shouted after I threw dirt in his eyes as he tried to get the jump on me.

"That's the fifth time I've pulled this on you this week. You need to start learning." I chided him before I ran up to him as he was blinded. I moved one of my legs behind his and then pushed his center of mass. Even if I wasn't strong, if I did it when he was completely disoriented with all my might, he couldn't stop me from tripping him. Before he could do anything, I straddled him to keep him still before rapidly punching his face over and over. Even if my punch couldn't hurt him normally, a few dozen of them in quick succession to his face has got to do some damage. After about half a minute of me just going to town beating the shit out of Turles and my knuckles, I finally saw that he had stopped trying to pull me off, and I took that as our usual sign that he had given up. After getting off him, he slowly got up and felt the bruises and bumps I had given him.

"Power level of 0, my ass…" He mumbled as he tended to the cut lip I had delivered to him, along with the small bruises covering his face. "You're cheating. Fighting dirty… Don't you have any pride or honor?"

"Screw that noise." I told him blatantly. "Pride and honor will get you killed in a real battle. Wild beasts, monsters, and people hellbent on killing you won't care about it, that's for sure. The only thing that matters is winning, surviving, or both. Also, it's not fighting dirty. It's using your head. Strategy, as some would call it. You just rush in guns blazing. Makes it really easy to take advantage of it. And for someone as weak as me, I need every advantage I can get in a fight." Turles just sighed in defeat at that.

"Doesn't mean you should blind me every chance you get." He muttered.

"Yeah yeah, fine. I'll find another way to get around your mindless fighting style." I told him with a wave of my hand. "Well, I've got to get going now. I'm expected at the castle today for something important."

"Really? What is it?"

"No idea. I don't really care, either way." I shrugged as I put my lab coat back on. "I'll see you later?"

"Yeah, as soon as I'm back in tip-top shape, I'll finally get a second win against you." He told me.

"You could easily do that if you just used your head." I grumbled as I walked off.

I easily got to the castle and, after making sure no one was going to kick my shins in the moment I entered the lab, I walked through the room until I reached the person I was supposed to speak with today.

"Nion. I'm here. You wanted to see me about something?" I asked her.

Nion, the woman with blue hair I had worked with when I went out to check a new kid's power level, turned to me and gave me a small nod. If she was happy I was here, she never showed it. She always had a stern expression on her, and it was hard to tell what she was even thinking. She was one of the few who I assumed didn't hate me for being talented and smart, but I didn't know for sure. Didn't really matter anyway, I suppose.

"Yes, Orion. It's about two things, actually." Nion said in her usual cold tone. "Follow me. I'll talk while we head to the nursery."

"The nursery? Where all the talented babies are put? Why are we going there?"

"You'll see." Nion told me as she started walking. I followed her as she continued to speak. "Do you know what is happening today?"

"Not really. I just remember hearing Gramps mumble something in an angry tone." I told her.

"Yes. The reason for that is because Lord Cold is arriving later today." I froze in my tracks when she said that.

"Lord Cold? Leader of the Cold Force? Why is he coming here!?" I hissed angrily.

"We don't know yet." Nion told me in her usual monotone voice. "However, you are expected to be there to greet Lord Cold with the rest of us."

"Great… I'll do my best to stay as far away from that mess then." I grimaced.

"Yes, but as for the other thing I wished to speak to you about before that, you've been with us when we scan new Saiyans for their power level, but you were not with us the last time. Tell me, do you know who Colonel Paragus is?"

"Yeah. I've seen him around, but I haven't spoken to him at all. Why?"

"He recently had a son."

"Is that why we're going to the nursery?"

"That is correct." Nion said as we finally made it to our destination.

She opened the door, revealing the hundreds of incubation pods that filled the room. I had already seen it before, but it was strange why they had so many pods when this nursery was specifically for elite warriors. Sure there were many high-ranking children here as well, but the only two I can think of who were elites are King Vegeta and his newborn son Vegeta IV, so I'm not sure why there are so many pods here.

After leading me to the center of the room, I could see two pods that had kids in them that caught my eye. The one on the highest platform had a little King Vegeta inside, which was his son Prince Vegeta. I remember hearing about his birth a few days ago. He broke every record when it came to his power level. As expected of an elite warrior from birth. I couldn't say the same for the one on the platform below the prince. This baby was in a green pod as opposed to the prince's red one, and he had short but wild hair that went to his shoulders. He didn't look all too special in my eyes, but he must be here for a reason, despite not being the son of an elite.

"This is Broly, Orion."

"Broly? And he's Paragus's son?" I asked as I got a good look at him. "Why is he here? You know the king will bite our heads off if he catches wind of this." The king has a massive ego, of course. He would never allow anyone who's not on par with his son to be in the same room as him. The only godsend here is that Broly isn't on the same platform as the prince.

"About that…check his power level." Nion told me.

I raised an eyebrow before grabbing the scanner and placing it over Broly's pod. I turned it on and watched the number quickly rise. 500…800…1400…2000!? No, wait! 4000…5000…7000!? That's higher than the prince's!

"What the hell!?" I shouted as I dropped the scanner out of terror. Just who is this kid?

"That's the reaction we had as well." Nion muttered. "However, we got a power level of 920 last time we checked, and the time before was at 5000."

"Exactly what the prince is sitting at the moment, but now, he's dwarfed him at over 7000. These different readings…either there's a malfunction, or his power is in a constant state of flux." I exclaimed while staring at the kid. A malfunction… I know what it looks like when these things malfunction, and I can tell that's not what this is. So that means… "Does Paragus know?"

"He knows Broly is here. That is all." Nion answered.

"And the king?"

"No. He knows nothing at the moment."

"I see. So what's going to happen?"

"I am unsure. We've gotten faulty readings before, but I thought that since you're more knowledgeable than most other Saiyans, you might have a better grasp on this."

"Well, I don't. I haven't seen anything like this, but I can tell you it's not a malfunction. I've seen what a malfunction with these scanners looks like, and this ain't it. This Broly kid is exceptional. The only word that even works to describe the kid is 'monstrous'. Must have some mutation or something. He's completely different from anything else I've seen, and probably anything you guys have seen. "

"Just like you."

I didn't appreciate the comparison and sighed. That's an unfair and frankly bullshit comparison to make. The weakest Saiyan whose power level is near 0 no matter what he's put through and a Saiyan who has the potential to dwarf every other Saiyan with power that is constantly fluctuating. It's hardly the same thing.

"I don't know what to tell you other than he'll probably be a great warrior. I don't know what you were expecting. Why did you even bring me here? So I feel worse about my own power level with Broly's being so stupidly high?"

"That's not it. I just thought it best if you knew. Just a feeling I have." She said. "You should get ready. Lord Cold will arrive any moment, and King Vegeta expects you to be presentable."

"Right right." I waved her off as I walked away.

Expectations… tyrants… damn monkeys… it's all so tiring. But there's nothing I can do about it. I just have to keep going. And that's what I did. I put on a more formal-looking set of armor and prepared myself for the meeting. It didn't take long for me to know Lord Cold had arrived. He made it quite obvious. He brought an entire army with him. The entire sky was filled with Cold Force ships and soldiers. They even purposefully rammed into a few structures around the city and destroyed them.

Arrogant pricks…

A few moments later, the main chunk of the Cold Force landed right at the castle. I could make out who I imagined were high-ranking Cold Force members. They were certainly strange looking, namely the large pink one with horns, the blue one with long green hair, and the 5 weirdos who make poses like they're power rangers or something. I stood to the side with the other researchers as the king and his accolades made their way to personally greet King Cold, though I kept a fair good distance away from the others. The last thing I wanted was to have these stupid monkeys get pissed off at me for being beside them and cause a scene. I don't need Lord Cold and his soldiers to notice me. I'm perfectly fine being a faceless pawn that they control for now. It'll make things easier for me if I stay out of their way, after all.

Soon, King Cold finally came out of his ship, with a few of his own accolades with him, but also a very familiar face floating beside him in a little floating chair. Despite his red coloring, it was clear to me that this person must have been related to Cold due to how similar they looked. I couldn't recall his name, but he must have been just as iconic as Goku was back in my old world. He was one of the most iconic anime villains, from what I had seen.

I watched as King Vegeta spoke with King Cold and who was apparently his son, Frieza, for a bit. I saw the moment the King's heart shattered as he learned the Saiyans were under new management with Frieza taking control of the Cold Force, which was now the Frieza Force. The Saiyans were now even further from freedom. I watched as Frieza showed off the new scouters, only to see the snipers the king set up to kill Cold and his forces. Frieza then made a show as he single-handedly blasted those snipers with just a few death beams. After that, Frieze, Cold, and the rest of the Cold Force, now the Frieza Force, left, causing King Vegeta to completely destroy one of the new scouters.

King Vegeta then called a few of us researchers, myself included, unfortunately, and led us to the nursery. I suppose he needs to stroke his ego by basking in the latent power of his son. He was utterly humiliated and his plan was foiled easily by Frieza. I couldn't care less. I was more focused on the scouter I was handed. Blue screen…light…easy to put on and use… The only downside I see is the lack of functions like Night Vision and Thermal Vision. I suppose those functions weren't as useful, as the power level tracking can essentially be used in any situation to find a foe. Although, that isn't accounting for foes who don't have power levels like me, is it?

"Ohohoho! He's growing bigger and stronger with every day!"

King Vegeta's voice then brought me out of my thoughts as he began to praise his heir. I promptly began to ignore him as I stood off to the side and kept fiddling with the scouter. It was only when the king began to yell angrily that I began to pay attention again.

"Who is this child? What is he doing in the same room as my son!?"

Ah shit. He found Broly. The other researchers began scrambling as they explained Broly's unique situation, which prompted the king to snatch a scanner out of a researcher's hand and slam it onto Broly's pod to see his power level.

That was a mistake. The moment he slammed the device on the pod, the sound startled Broly and made him cry. It was an angry cry any child would make after being so rudely awakened, but that anger…it was unnatural. The scouter immediately began to short-circuit and promptly blew up in the king's hand.

"What in the-?"

I began as I rushed over, not to help the king like the other researchers, but to examine the scanner. It had completely destroyed itself. I only know one situation where that happens. It's never happened in this lifetime of mine as a Saiyan, but I remember Bardock saying something about this happening. This was something that would only happen when scanners were overloaded by scanning a power level that far exceeded its limits. But the limit on this kind of scanner reaches around a hundred thousand. Just how high did Broly's power level get just now? The thought made me visibly pale and shiver.

"Upon further inspection, Broly's rating is not even half of his original number." Bulky told the king as he got a new scanner and got Broly's power level. "We've had a handful of anomalous readings in the nursery lately. His must have been due to a device malfunction."

"On the contrary, I showed Orion the scanner earlier, and he believed it wasn't caused by a malfunction." Nion stated, causing everyone in the room to turn to me, who was still kneeling near the broken device. I felt their stares and froze in place, not moving or speaking until told otherwise.

"Is that so…" The lanky old Saiyan asked while running his hand through his beard. "Despite his very young age, Orion is what I would easily call a genius when it comes to our technology. If you could, I would like to hear your explanation on this." I didn't reply immediately as I looked at the others and gauged whether or not I really should speak. It was only after the king looked at me and nodded that I felt like I should respond.

"I've seen what a malfunctioning scanner looks like, and this isn't it. Earlier when Nion showed me Broly, I was able to examine the device after I got a reading, and it was just fine. The scanner works properly. The thing that's causing this is Broly. His power level is constantly fluctuating, to the point that it's hard to get a real reading on it since it's changing all the time. To simplify, Broly's a special case. At his maximum potential, he can be stronger than anyone, but since his power is constantly changing, it's easy to see he can't control it at all yet, though it seems getting him angry will get him to skyrocket like what just happened." I quickly explained. "When I checked his reading earlier, it was 7000, and since the scanner shorted out just now, I think the kid must have reached well over the scanner's limit very quickly, which was around 100,000, but that's just my opinion on what happened. It's hard to tell when the kid is still in a pod." My words at the end there got loud gasps from everyone except Nion, but they seemed to calm down when I added the 'it's just my opinion and I can't really prove it' part.

"That being said, even if we ignore the previous readings and Orion's theory, Broly's latent abilities are quite remarkable." Nion said.

"And once he's trained, he'll grow to be an outstanding warrior. He'll be a powerful asset to our forces." Lanky nodded.

"He might even be the Legendary Super Saiyan." Nion added, causing the king to visibly flinch. I caught it immediately and raised an eyebrow before turning to Nion.

"I wouldn't go that far. From the few legends and myths I've seen and heard, Super Saiyans need to be pure of heart. That's impossible for any Saiyan." I sighed. I then heard a low growl come from the king before he gritted his teeth.

"...Prepare a pod for him." The king eventually told us before he started leaving.

"A…pod, sir?" Bulky asked in confusion.

"Broly is a threat to all, including us Saiyans. If what Orion suggested is true and Broly cannot control his power, even with training, then he could potentially destroy us all. So we'll send him away for our sake, and his own." The king explained as he left, not even giving us time to let the information sink in as he did.

"He… He's going to banish Broly!?" I exclaimed.

"I… He…" Lanky tried to speak, but words failed him. He then stopped, took a deep breath, and then spoke again. "He is the king. We cannot question him. Let us prepare Broly's pod."

"Wha-! We can't do that!" I shouted. "Broly isn't a low-class warrior! He's mid-class at least, and he's certainly got the potential to be high-class or even elite! That goes against our entire culture! Our way of doing things! What about Broly!? What about his father, Paragus!?"

"We cannot question the king, Orion. We just fulfill his wishes." Bulky sighed as he and the others began to leave to prepare things. "It's a lesson you must learn: don't question orders. Just do them."

My eyes widened as I turned and watched them leave. I couldn't find the will to move my feet after hearing that. I just watched their backs as they left, with only Nion looking back at me like she was expecting something. I stood there in front of Broly's pod for what felt like hours but was really just a few minutes. I had to just stay there and wrap my head around this.

Nion said Broly and I were similar, and I didn't believe it at all when she said that to me. I was born weak. Thrown out because I was weak. Broken several times because I was weak. It didn't matter what my strengths were. I was physically weak, so I was deemed useless by nearly everyone.

Broly, though, is strong. He's by far the strongest kid I've seen up till now. But now, despite that…he's getting the same treatment. He's being branded as useless. Being banished like a weakling despite his power. The king's ignoring his strengths…because he's scared? Or is it because he's jealous that Broly has the potential to outshine his son? Either way, the fate remains that he wants Broly gone because of his uniqueness, just like the other researchers with me.

In truth, we were the same. No one cares about what we can do. Because we're not what they wanted or needed, they'll dispose of us. Saiyans… They're all the same… They're all damn monkeys.

"I won't let them do this…" I growled angrily as I stared at the sleeping Broly. "I swear it."