I'm currently flying home after an intense training session, and honestly, flying is just incredible. Breaking free from gravity has to be one of the greatest feelings of freedom anyone can experience, I imagine, but I'm still relying on ki for it. I can't wait to see what it'll be like when I awaken my Viltrumite powers—the sheer speed I'll achieve, boosted even further by ki. I'll get to know the universe like the back of my hand once that happens.
Lost in thought, I could already see my house in the distance. I didn't accelerate any further and, with precise control, touched down smoothly at the front door. I couldn't sense any ki inside, meaning Mom hadn't returned yet from her meeting with King Vegeta. What could they have been discussing?
"Is it a mission?"
As I stepped inside, I immediately noticed a terrible smell, like something had died in here.
Sniff~ Sniff~
Turns out, it was me: "Ugh, I stink! Seriously, it's disgusting!" Time for a cold shower after a day of training—one of the best things ever. I walked into the bathroom and stepped into the shower as the water cascaded over my body. While bathing, I pondered how Viltrumite powers would integrate into the Dragon Ball universe.
I know I'll become more durable, stronger, and faster, but by how much, I'm not sure. Will it truly make that much of a difference? Because there are attacks here that can destroy planets, even galaxies. Just look at Gogeta versus Broly; they were literally tearing reality apart with their punches. I know they're on a level far above almost everything, setting aside Angels, Gods, and Zeno.
"Damn it, what if I get too strong for the early fights and they're not fun anymore?" Overthinking the future won't change anything. There's no way for me to know right now, so why am I even worrying? I ran a wet hand through my hair, slicking it back, my eyes burning with a hunger for more battles. No more thinking—just knowing that I needed to train even harder so that maybe, just maybe, before I turn sixteen, I'll be able to take on Frieza.
But how old am I even right now? I only spent a few months in the Saiyan incubator, but my body feels like that of a 3 or 4-year-old. This body must have been sitting there for a long time before I entered it. I'll ask Mom when she gets back from her meeting.
After a few minutes, I turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist, my tail surprisingly useful as a sort of belt. Then, I looked at myself in the mirror. My body, which used to be chubby, was slowly gaining definition, making me wonder what I'd look like as an adult. I just hope I don't end up with a body like Goku's at eighteen, because one of the things I was most proud of in my past life was my height, and by 17, I was already 1.90m (approximately 6 feet 3 inches).
A few minutes earlier, in King Vegeta's palace:
In a grand hall bathed in the glow of multicolored stained-glass windows, a towering set of stairs at the far end led up to a massive throne. King Vegeta sat there, elbow propped on the armrest, fist supporting his head – a posture of relaxed authority, utterly unconcerned.
Below the stairs, Vanie knelt respectfully, her right fist pressed to the floor, her left arm folded over her left knee. "What is your command, my king?" she asked, her voice steady.
"Your rest period is over. I have a mission for you," he stated, looking down at her with a gaze that was cold yet appreciative, like one might view a supremely useful tool that would be a pain to replace.
"My king, with all due respect, we had an agreement. I was to have at least six months free from missions to train my son." I want to train him, she thought with complete conviction, maintaining her respectful tone as she rose from her kneeling position.
"This is an order, Vanie. There is no room for discussion. Lord Frieza requires my best warriors for the upcoming invasion." King Vegeta stood, slowly descending the stairs as he spoke, stopping directly in front of her, a head taller.
"Frieza… I accept, but I request that after this mission, I can truly have those six months to train my son," Vanie said, meeting his gaze without flinching.
"You will have your break, but the planet needs to fall. A squad is already assembled for you." Vanie simply nodded in agreement, with no other choice but to accept the mission.
"You are dismissed, Vanie. Go prepare for your mission." He then handed her a scouter. "The mission details and rendezvous point are recorded here."
Vanie simply bowed and then walked out of the throne room.
King Vegeta, watching her retreating back, scowled with irritation. That wench dares to impose conditions on my order? She's lucky she's so useful, or I would have beheaded her right here.
Now at our MC's house:
'Man, I'm pretty good-looking,' I thought, admiring myself in the mirror, clad in my Saiyan armor. How does something like this manage to look so damn stylish on me? I'm officially one of those people who looks good no matter what they wear.
Clink!
I heard the front door open. So, she finally made it back.
When I saw Mom walk into the house with an annoyed expression, I grew worried about what might have happened. "What's wrong, Mom? Is everything okay?" I asked.
"Everything's fine, it's just that I have to leave for a mission in two days," she said, her features softening after seeing my concerned face.
"Can I go with you, Mom? I'm already pretty strong, please, I can help!" I blurted out quickly, desperate to convince her.
"No, Leekon, you're not strong enough yet."
"But…"
"That's final. You're not going."
"I see…" Looking down, I started to think, so she's leaving. Damn it, I'm really used to her presence now, and if anything happens to her…
A corner of her mouth quirked up in a smile as she looked at me. "Don't worry, kid, I'm strong," she said, handing me a scouter. "Measure my power level." She smiled confidently at me.
As I watched the power level reading climb and climb, damn, it already passed 4,000, and as it reached five thousand, it settled at 5211.
"All that, Mom? Damn, you're strong!" That power level is seriously high for a Saiyan, way higher than mine. That explains the chill I sometimes feel. She's the second strongest person I've seen so far, besides the King, but in the grand scheme of things, it's nothing. I really have to get stronger.
She smiled and walked towards the kitchen, saying, "Come on, let's get you something to eat."
I followed her, head down, already brainstorming ways to get stronger, faster.
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I need her gone so my protagonist can do idiotic and dangerous things in his training. When she returns, he'll be much stronger.
But that was the only thing I could think of to make her disappear for a while and still give a reason for her having to leave the scene. So, what did you think? And if possible, please comment.
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