Chapter 2: A Tyrant in Training
I started on Planet Vegeta, hidden among the low-class Saiyan infants. King Vegeta didn't even sense my true potential — not yet. I masked my power, letting the monkeys think I was one of them. It was kind of fun, playing the underdog.
At night, I trained alone, breaking limits that other Saiyans wouldn't even dream of. My tail lashed through mountains, my scream shattered boulders. And when I felt my power bubbling to the surface, my aura burst out in emerald lightning — the mark of a true Legendary Super Saiyan.
By the time I was ten, I was stronger than Bardock. At twelve? I could've killed King Vegeta in a blink. But I waited. I wanted more. Stronger women. Greater battles. A throne worthy of me.
One day, while watching broadcasts from Earth, I saw her — Bulma Briefs. Blue-haired. Sassy. Smart. The perfect first prize.
And so, I stole a pod and launched toward Earth, grinning the whole way. The Saiyans could have their war. I had a mission of my own.