High Saiyan Destruction - or 'This is why DBZ Saiyan SIs are difficult to write at a moderate pace' (Pre-DBZ, Saiyan!SI)
The first I remember of my new life within a new body was not being a baby- it was being in the middle of destroying a planet in a familiar form that was fairly powerful and… stupidly wild to control.
A big ass monkey, brown fur and red blood eyes sowing chaos left and right. The planet I was on was unfamiliar and the havoc I caused was nothing short of nightmarish.
Still, despite the horrid scene, I couldn't help but focus on the main issue of the situation that almost broke me in tears- not the murder, not the destruction, but how unpleasant it was to finally gain clarity after being subjected to mindless craving for pure chaos for so long.
I was a Saiyan. I was 4 at this point, and the reason why I was unable to recollect much before now tied up with this transformation.
Oozaru, the spaceship that took me to this planet had used the special technology it was built with to produce a fake moon and transform me in this. By the time I had full clarity of the situation, the planet was long dead and devoid of life, I was back in my childish form, nudely admiring the mess I left in my disastrous efforts to keep up with this form and…
How long have I been doing this?
I was 4, and I started this at 2. Considering that each mission allowed for a full 'recovery month' in between other operations, I have been doing this for roughly a year and a half-
How many planets did I clean up?
I felt my tail twitch as I hesitated to leave just yet. I remembered where the ship was, but I was reluctant to go for the time being. I was thinking, I was 'wavering' a moment as I felt my plans slightly ruined by this event.
I remember waking up, I remember the first two years of general inertia as a Saiyan 'cub', I remember having a sister- the shock of her revealing to be Gine, Goku's mother, and her being three years my senior.
She was no fighter, so she didn't have to deal with this, but I was born with 500~ PL by Scouter's reading, so I was a prime element for planet-cleansing. Since I was still a child, I was meant to transform into my Oozaru form and handle that business like that- mindlessly and in slow progression towards a path of ruthless brutality.
It fucking pissed me off immensely. I had this plan, to train and just somehow learn to control this form within a year- yet I wasted two just because my mind tended to reset frequently and… that wouldn't do. No more.
I gritted my teeth as I felt the leftover energy from the euphoric transformation ripple all over my body at the growing anger spreading in my mind. I was furious- this shouldn't have taken this long and… I just felt my body burn in response to this. I felt angry, I felt furious of being used like this and that's when I noticed that my arms were bathed in gold energy. Not just my arms, my entire body was.
I blinked for a moment, then reached for my relatively short hair, grasping at a few 'hardened' locks and pulled it slightly down for me to see. It was gold- I was born with standard Saiyan black hair.
…Did I just turn Super Saiyan like that? No need to see a companion, a friend or a lover killed? That's all it took? Me being furious and having my body raw from being in my Oozaru form for a while?
…I take it.
Bullshit as this may be, at least it wasn't a feeling on my back becoming a cheap method to power-up. And it was two checkmarks done fast- I could technically control the Oozaru form and I had access to the Super Saiyan bit early on- which left me to contemplate how to handle this as the form had its own shortcomings despite being the 'basic' framework for further boosts.
First, it was draining on my small energy core, secondly - it was best to learn how to control my energy and form before someone learned I can pull this stunt and yeet me in Broly-like exile (I am looking at you, Vegeta Sr.!), and third, I felt hella hyped at the moment.
I decided to ultimately slowly walk back to my pod still blond and then force my body to drop this form before entering its range of sight. I checked for anything that would raise suspicions on what happened, but then I also remembered how callously neglectful medics were on keeping track of young Saiyan's potential until a certain age.
I think that they started getting on people's backs at 5 to check for any anomalous jumps. I was one year luckier, I suppose, but still far from ever facing Frieza or any Arcosian bastards behind my current predicament.
If I wanted to survive, I either ran away or saved the planet with the chance of letting some scum alive.
Now, Option 2 was a fair option considering my own issues with most Saiyans and how scum some were, but, at the same time, there was one compelling point to Option 1 that made me lean on it.
Gine.
Yes, I get it. Canon this, canon that- but that lil' girl that loves to help around at home to make nice meals for me when she wasn't busy with missions is still my sister. And she was adorable enough that she even came running to greet me all the time I was back to give me a 'super-big hug'.
I am a sucker for affection and hugging is good civilization. I wasn't going to let my entire race purged because I wanted my sister to be around alive and happy.
Which is why Option 1, what I defined as the 'Souls-like Route', was now my primary plan. And it was going to be rough as I managed to give a look to the Pod's internal scouter device to check my progress in two years.
1561
Good, I tripled my power since I was born but- the issue is that I have to get to 1M Power Level at least to get through Frieza and his family.
And I had to learn how to control my power ASAP before I got spotted with an 'anomalous' PL. After all, I doubt Frieza's cronies were going to ignore a lil' Saiyan with a PL of roughly 50.000 at the very least sitting around and still getting stronger.
If I learned how to hide away my power, then that should no longer be a thing to worry about.
With that in mind, I ultimately fell asleep due to exhaustion and woke up right as the pod reached home, Planet Vegeta. The hangar was mostly automated, the machines handling the careful moving of the pods into a safe spot where to descend. I got off, and then took the pair of clothes that were left there as standard spares for those children returning home after their pre-maturity missions.
There was no one around, but usually there were people that were unbothered by the sight- it was just a kid changing after a brutal purge after all.
Adults could wear perfect-fitting suits that handled the transformation, but that wasn't a thing for young kids that were still 'proving their worth'. Once dressed and awake enough to slowly walk out of the hangar, I was greeted by a doctor.
"I suppose you are the child known as 'Lett'," The scientist, a lizard guy, remarked with a croaky voice.
Yes, Lett for Lettuce. Saiyan bullshit naming sure is not sparing anyone nowadays.
"That's me, yes," I replied flatly, and the medic nodded.
"Hmm, yes. That makes things easy. You have passed your last test and have been assigned a partner for your next missions."
…What?
"I thought that happened when you turned five."
"Most people have to wait that long, yes, but you managed to score enough points to get there early. Rare, but not unusual," The researcher brushed the achievement off as if it was nothing, but I had plenty of reasons to think this was not the case.
"So, who's my partn-"
"Gotcha~!"
I felt her coming, I felt her getting close to me fast, but right as I turned to engage a possible attack, I got hit by the most heinous attack a boy with my mind could be subjected to. my cheeks pressed against a flat and underdeveloped chest owned by a little Saiyan girl. One that was clearly quite nude and… dear God why is she nude?
"S-Seripa! Where are your clothes!?" The researcher snapped in shock and a few people were already looking at her with surprise and annoyance but… yeah, little Seripa, same short hair and pink eyes, and the one that was supposed to be the only girl in Bardock's future Elite Team, looked puzzled.
"I lost those in my last mission-" She replied calmly, unbothered by her lack of clothes.
"...You know you get a fresh pair of those by the hangar near the ship, right?"
Her pink eyes narrowed at this. "What? Really?"
I nodded, and then I sighed. "She's my partner right, her name is Seripa."
"Yup! I am Seripa and I am going to be the best partner you could ever hope for!"
"She has said this to the previous three teams that requested her removal," The lizard remarked dryly, ignoring the girl's flinch. "She is a difficult case so-"
"She will no longer be a difficult case because she will learn to fit in the Army despite her quirks," I firmly interrupted, causing the scientist to look surprised and Seripa to… smile widely. "And I shall start by checking your preparation in standard rules and training. First, let's get you some clothes."
Her eyes were sparkling despite the no-nonsense tone I used, yet she looked genuinely compelled by this to be in her best behavior.
"Hai, new boss!"
I would have preferred her to be the tough and malicious individual she would grow up into than this but… beggars can't be choosers.
