Beyond human comprehension lay a collective of higher beings. With motivations ranging so infinitly that when they might seem human. If everything is possible than one such aspect of the higher power could take another budding divinity and mess with it. This is how one such divine being started it's birth prematurely.
The arrogant and conniving soul even attached with a compassionate half, pushed a mortal with untapped divinity to despair. Instead of the usual agony, the soul burned up it's body and moved into hyper drive. All to eradicate the one who wronged it. It would require not having a form to evolve anyway, to be able to reach that god would require a new god to do so.
So in the end by the laws of the universe the closest god had to take responsibility for the awakening of a new god. This event created the multiverse, a concept based wholly on the dragon ball fiction. As an act of defiance and remembrance the responsible God, the very compassionate half of the now burned god, plucked the soul and replaced the core being of the conceptual universe now birthed into being.
Now the soul of a the new god and it's body would grow separately. New gods take centuries to form so there is a possiblity that it's soul could die before it is reunited with it's body.
***
An infant boy with a brown tail floated in a green solution. The mask he wore supplied him with the necessary oxygen. His brow was furrowed, because that was all his new body could muster. Even opening his eyes felt impossible. So he had to quash his desires to pop out of this tube like the creature in some horror feature. Not that he was that impulsive, it was just that at this moment his mind raced a mile a minute.
"Who, How, and why?" He question inwardly as his thoughts spiraled to a focused set of necessary information.
Starting with who, "who am I, well from my reflection I have to be either Goku,Turles, bardock, or one of the rather infamous low-class infants with that distinct hairstyle"
Continuing with how "I have absolutely no clue how I got here..I was sleeping in a bed and now I'm here. Huh stuff in movies really do exist. And we'll if I don't know how, then there is no way I'm finding out why I'm like this.."
with the why glossed over with all that's left is to circle back to "Who am I, if I'm Goku that's great, but if I'm bardock or turles..nearly all my knowledge is washed"
While getting through that last thought he felt his consciousness he pulled away from him. For now while he is forced to slumber we will go back in time. Because when he wakes, @#$_, may find that the world awaiting him has already begun to feel the effect of butterfly wings getting clipped.
***
There are several important infants to check on, but it's impertinent the life pattern of new born Saiyans be briefly explored first.
Take a look at Kakarot, where would he have gone if not for his father sending him off to save his life. Sending infants to planets to conquer was an option, It was quickly becoming outdated. For a long time now they have been training them on the Saiyan home planet Vegeta.
If your born with a high power level they give you a tiny bit of respect. Because they seek your strength to further the goals of the various leaders. Generals, Kings, and the emperor himself respected well oiled machines.
They expect you will sink or swim, though most high class Saiyans end up flying with high marks. Those are the infants born with higher power levels.
For those who are born with lower ones, well, they are forced into training camps. Forced to fight artificial life forms way above their strength. It's to take advantage of the races inate ability to get stronger each time they come back from the brink of death. It's disgustingly crude as it often results in the death of new warriors.
Those who survive these ordeals are taken to the next state where they are forced to undergo transformation after transformation under artificial moons. Elite class (high class) warriors abused their control of said forms and took the raging beasts they set off to bet on.
Only when their superiors handed down the orders did the tortuous training days end and the endless battles begin. Those who learned the thirst for battle went the furthest.
And then there were the rejects. Those who serve their time in the special camp are known as the rejected Saiyans. If not for the agreements between the lower and upper nobel houses the camp would have been an execution ground. You have to fail the basic parameters assessment test horribly to get into this camp.
The special camp is only a small percentage of the race. The people below the expendable level. So while Goku rests let's take a look back into the past.
At two unnamed saiyan infants and the infant to be their delegated elite squad leader.
***
Under the siege of the Saiyan forces, even long before falling under the cold empire, smarter more technologically advanced races with weak power would serve them. Bolstering the barbaric race's reach across the galaxy.
They complete the non combative tasks with few exceptions. Aside from the Royal families, most of the warriors just fight for glory and pride. Most importantly these days, they are like the Alien Resources for the cold empire.
The doctor in charge of this older medical wing, a orange alligator type alien wearing fitting white steril Coat, sat at his round metallic desk typing away on his console. An alert came in on his scouter, a larger variant that moved across the eye line. More information was displayed than usual, but nothing truly of note.
"DaiDai, Sir we had two more malfunctions" spoke a distinctly cartoonish alien voice. This halted the tapping of the keyboard. Followed by a sigh.
"Why must I be in charge of this blasted wing, they take forever to deliver replacement parts" DaiDai complained inwardly, he would have spoken it out loud, if not for the fear that grips all the Aliens on this planet's hearts. He felt that it was ironic that incubation parts were hard to get considering the high birth rate as of late.
"Doctor?" Came another transmission.
"I'll be there in a moment!" DaiDai sharply responded. "Thank you sir, The two are in Third incubation hall.
"The transfer to another medical station cannot come any sooner" the alien doctor let out one last sigh before leaving to check on the malfunctioning chambers.
***
Unlike his office, the rest of the medical facility was annoyingly loud. Men and woman marching down the hallways, Injured coming and going. Each door completely sealed the inside of all outside interferences. Once he had made his way into the correct room, DaiDai was momentarily relieved to be out of that chaos.
"How long was I hibernating..when was I born?" A boy with uncharacteristically shaggy hair for a Saiyan, questioned in a consistent monotonous tone. his hair was raven black with a stiff curled edges to it, so along with his brown tail, there was no doubt he was a Saiyan.
DaiDai scanned the room with his eyes, "you said there were two?" He finally looked to his nurse, a purple looking short alien with a bunny head and rough body.
"Sir, the other is in the corner. We found him while going to release him and the other. Normally someone would have been here to receive him." The nurse tried to explain.
The two infants were to be released for assessment and to be placed in their respective class. It was important to know which children they used resources on. The boy hiding in the corner was ignored by the other.
DaiDai could at least recognize that the two of them were functioning. It was success enough for him after hitting the quota for this solar cycle. If they were low class or worse, it wouldn't reflect on his personal record. With soild determination his beads of sweat vanished.
"Just deal with them like this, and put this one in a uniform" he proceeded to pick up the curious child by his tail, The very one who had continued to question nearly anything in sight with such stubborn consistency. The boy went limp nearly right as he was lifted off the floor.
The nurse, who clearly was new around here, had his mouth a gape.
"What!? Don't be shocked by this physiological reaction" there was a painful pause "don't you go grabbing the tail of one even a year older than this. They'll rip your eyes out" DaiDai expressly warned.
Grabbing the tail of a saiyan is like picking up the scruff of a pup. These early moments usually preceded a sharp and vicious turn in personality that would have such an action be utterly ridiculous.
With timid toddler in the corner was quickly scooped up by his tail. He hesitated at first, however the nurse was quick to realize it was true, the Saiyan infant could be immobilized by his tail. Even now DaiDai could hardly believe these toddlers would become arrogant, cruel, beasts of war.
***
DaiDai watched them be carted off to examination. "They'll get checked and tossed into the low class no doubt. Then off to oblivion no doubt" the thought was one he hardly dwelled on. Yet as those innocent faces faded down the hallway he lingers.
"So this was the malfunctioning room" a sultry, almost playful voice came from the opposite direction.
"Yes, and the shaggy haired one was already questioning his surroundings" DaiDai answered without a thought. Snapping his head back to meet the gaze of this new figure. "Budō!" He called to her with a start.
"How amusing" Budō, the purple, slender dinosaur alien with a triscetops like head was leaning against the wall. Her white coat lifted a the back and her large tail smacked the ground. She giggles furiously while closing in on her peer. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
Cough
Cough
"Get a hold of your self, I told you.." DaiDai tried to warn his peer about her habits, but those warm eyes were unlike anything else in this horrible trash hole of a planet. He then brought his tons to a whisper "I told you to stop pretending like the saiyans children aren't born demons..once they pass those doors and exit examination they will rip your face off"
DaiDai literally pulls back a piece of his skin that didn't blend like the rest. It reveals a fraction of his hideous scar.
"Or did you forget about what they are capable of..." There was a deep tension between them as Budō stepped away. His skin peeled back like it never was pulled away.
"Sorry...I understand you can't.." there is shame in his tone.
"Don't" she says wanting to reject, ultimately she doe not "You don't need to tell me"
DaiDai looks at the two ends of the hallway, eeriely empty, and no doors seemed to be opening so he said his piece "saiyan children are not children"
With his duties taken care of and Budō's misguided hopes addressed DaiDai wanted to return to his office. They had been friends for a long time, but no more words could be minced and the severity of getting close to a patient with this much potential for evil can not be understated.
"You will die" he let those words hang in the air.
***
A Tall man floats downward to the steps of the Pinnacle of Saiyan pride. If @#$_, saw this he might start to understand where the foundation of Vegeta's pride came from. Law dictates only noble blood made use any power while stepping foot in the grounds of their King.
The mans build was simply dense, the typical Saiyan armor was drapped over with a brown coat. He had a wild spiky mane of hair that trailed down to the top of his shoulders. His eyes were shape and his mouth remained firmly closed.
As he touched down with elegance unbefitting his rugged form the guards stopped him. "Halt, remove the rags, the king won't tolerate filthy attire"
The man did not hesitate or show any emotion while ripping of the brown coat. He hardly cared for the guards either and eventually they had to let him though once his scouter identified him.
The main hall was lavish, outfited with the planets top of the line technology, and other vanities rarely seen amount the lower class. It was fairly typical and yet it only disgusted the man. He could hardly contain it as he was alone. Once at the doors he would simply had to wait I he allowed in.
"The king will see you now" the attendances said at the doorways. As they entered, the main of the hour sat upon his throne. A mustachioed bearded spitting image of Vegeta stood before him.
"Kneel" the course tone of a ruler boomed with an absolute commanding tone. The man complied thusly, falling to one knee as the monarch was simply stronger than him.
"Kappa, why have you requested my presence. Was allowing your wife to live after that disgusting failure of hers not enough?" The king desired to simplify it as such.
"Your Majesty, you promise our daughter would remain under my squadron." Kappa was neutral faced only out of sheer will to keep his calm. Looking down To the ground helped.
"Times have changed" The king does not care to elaborate. "Look at me!" As commanded Kappa looks at the King. "Your daughter, Zukki has potential we desire at the moment. She is going to be groomed in preparation to become a squad leader in the future."
The idea would have angered him if not for the flash of an answer to keep his daughter on the planet. "I'm still capable"
"What of your capability?"
"I'll partially return it service and have Zukki lead a group of the rejects." He says with a level of desperate that made it the kings ears.
"I suppose, under the supervision of Negi would suffice. This is your finally offer Kappa now leave me before I change my mind"
The meeting was almost entirely one sided and after Kappa left, the King leaned over and whispered to one of his guards.
"Call Negi"