During King Cold's rule before Frieza's rise there was a young elite Saiyan child on his way to an unknown mission for the first time in his new life.
The escape pod cut through the void like a bullet fired by a careless god.
Inside it, curled tightly with his tail wrapped around his waist, sat a dark-skinned Saiyan child no older than six by Earth standards. His hair was thick, wild, and jet black, his brow heavy even at this age, eyes sharp with an awareness no child should possess.
His name was Broko.
And he was already exhausted.
As Reincarnated Mind in a Child's Body
Broko knew exactly where he was going.
He knew the date down to the galactic cycle. He knew who had ordered this farce of a mission.
He knew the truth behind the lie King Cold had told the Saiyan commanders.
This wasn't a mission.
It was a disposal a potential threat .
Ten years before Frieza would formally inherit the Cold Empire, King Cold had begun quietly thinning the Saiyan ranks.
Elites who showed independence, strategic intelligence, or unusual growth curves were being sent to worlds labeled "isolated" or "primitive."
Worlds that were anything but primitive.
Broko remembered Dragon Ball in painful detail. Every databook number. Every power curve. Every mistake characters made because they didn't know what was coming.
He would not make those mistakes.
Base Power Level upon launch:
3,500
For a child, this was monstrous and he knew why, he's blood was that of an evil saiyan and how does he know this, simple, his eyes are red and so is his ki and this is very similar to Cumber the ancient saiyan but For the Cold Force…all they saw was mere inconvenient.
King Cold wanted Broko gone before he became a problem.
The pod rattled as it finally reached its destination and pierced a planets atmosphere.
The planet filled the viewport.
Greenish purple continents fractured by massive stone plateaus.
Vast glowing ley-lines visible even from orbit, pulsing faintly like veins of light across the surface.
Storm systems spiraled unnaturally, as though guided by intelligence rather than weather.
Broko swallowed.
Average Power Level of native creatures and warriors ranging from 8000 and 20,000,
Any sane Saiyan would have refused.
Broko smiled instead, sharp teeth glinting in the pod's dim light.
"Good," he muttered.
"Then I won't get soft."
The World of Khar'eth was shown on the advance display screen.
The records I managed to steal through some hacking skills learnt from observing the saiyan science division when they would work on the scouters, say that the natives called their world Khar'eth, meaning "The Womb of the Eternal Flame."
They believed they were the first children of creation, sculpted directly by divine hands.
Their religion was absolute, arrogant, and unchallenged for no outsider had ever made it on their planet beyond robotic scouting drones.
They were tall, ash-skinned humanoids with luminous markings along their arms and faces that glowed when they gathered ki. Their eyes shimmered gold or violet depending on spiritual alignment.
Ki, to them, was not merely energy.
It was seen as sacred breath.
From birth, every child was taught three disciplines:
Breath of Stone which was body reinforcement through ki circulation.
Constructs of Flame which is offensive ki shaped through prayer-chants.
Veil Arts were based on magical enhanced ki techniques blending illusion, curses, and binding techniques.
Their warriors did not shout when attacking.
They chanted.
And when the Saiyan pod fell like a meteor from the heavens, the sky itself seemed to scream as the pod landed in a primeval forest in one of the uninhabited regions.
First Contact:
The impact crater was five kilometers wide more violent than Canon, truly an attack pod.
Stone vaporized. Forests flattened.
Shockwaves rippled across the valley.
Broko crawled from the smoking pod, tail twitching violently and some blood on his brow from the extreme impact during landing.
Power Level upon landing (fatigued):
2,900
He felt it immediately with his limited kki sense which was instinctive.
Dozens no....
it was hundreds of ki signatures converging towards his location.
They must have felt the impact or saw the flame trail left behind my entry through the thick atmosphere.
Priests, warriors and elders.
They descended upon him cloaked in radiant ki and floating sigils, voices harmonizing as one.
"This is no god," one elder declared with arrogant contempt .
"It bleeds."
A beam of condensed flame screamed toward Broko.
He barely dodged, they seemed to be underestimating him, which was good for him..
The explosion carved a trench through the earth.
Attacker Power Level:
18,700....
Broko's heart pounded.
Too many, Too strong. No pride would save him here, strategy was key... No frontal assault.
He shot a bright light ki ball and detonated it as distraction, so he turned and ran after grabbing the space ship.
Saiyan instinct screamed in protest but his reincarnated mind overruled it.
Survival came first.
This was how the long Ten Years Began, with a Hole in the Ground and saiyan running.
Broko disappeared into the wilds .
For weeks, he avoided civilization, living off raw beasts and instinct. He trained constantly secretly at first but once he found a desolate uninhabited wasteland with fluctuating weather patterns and gravity, he began training his body and ki control.
He also would let himself be hunted by the creatures slightly above his power level, for training purposes of course.
The interactions with the natives was difficult, Every encounter had to be calculated.
Ambushes, Hit-and-run strikes and Night raids when ever they would go on religious parties and practices.
Year One Power Level:
5,200
The natives called him The Black Omen .
From their POV, he was not a warrior.
He was a curse from the sky.
Small villages with low power levels around 5000 power level, vanished in the outer regions far from the cathedrals and major settlements.
Patrols failed to return. Holy beasts that were worship and considered sacred were found torn apart and eaten an their magic cores ripped from their chests and crushed.
Broko discovered something crucial:
Their ki techniques were beautiful but inefficient.
They wasted power in ritual chanting .
They shaped ki with faith, not instinct.
He exploited this, mercilessly.
Blood is good for the Baptism they'll receive"said Broko".
The First True Battle came from the upper class of this planet.
The first real wall came in Year Two.
A Flame Hierophant, one of Khar'eth's elite religious generals, cornered Broko in a canyon etched with glowing runes.
Hierophant Power Level:
24,300
Broko was battered within minutes.
Bones cracked. Ribs shattered.
His left arm was nearly severed by a cursed blade of solidified ki.
But he endured.
He let the Hierophant believe him to broken.
Then, as the killing chant reached its peak and the opponent was looking up to the sky,
Broko exploded forward whilst preparing a mouth beam.
Releasing it towards his face as he got close enough, he begins his desperate plan.
A raw, unrefined Saiyan Rush.
Not much technique but raw savage attacks learnt from hunting and surviving against the beast of this planet.
Just violence.
He hit the Hierophant's throat with his tail and took this opportunity to create an artificial moon.
Current battle power :6000
Great Ape power level :6000×10= 60 000
Being an elite maintaining sanity was second nature for Broko.
He didn't waste time and immediately released a second quick mouth beam in his great ape form, strikes his opponent before he could react.
The attack struck and ruptured the magic core of the Hierophant, the explosion nearly killed them both.
Broko crawled from the crater after waking up hours later at night now.
He started laughing a bit whilst thinking about how close he was from death.
Post-Zenkai Power Level:
11,800, since that arrogant idiot held back.
For the first time
The natives felt fear of being that fell from the sky.
The Years of War are approaching.....
Years Three through Seven blurred into blood.
Broko established a hidden base beneath a dead ley-line nexus, reinforcing it with stolen magical runes he forced one of the natives to teach him after some creative convincing and Saiyan engineering scavenged from his pod.
He trained relentlessly:
Weighted stone armor (estimated 5× body weight) in high gravity zones.
Ki compression drills
Controlled near-death combat against wild beasts.
The natives also adapted.
They formed three person Squads, combining magic, ki suppression fields, and binding curses.
Entire major cities became fortresses.
The smallest battles would became wars, the hit and run tactics were what kept him alive in most battles against those stronger than him, the great ape hasn't been use since the first time.
Year Five Power Level:
20,600
He was still weaker than their strongest champions.
But he learned fast and never hesitated to copy their strategies and attacking methods sometimes.
He broke them apart.
One by one.
This planet has a leader, God-King as they call him, I wonder how strong he is.
Year Ten.
The God-King of Khar'eth descended personally.
A being believed to be immortal.
God-King Power Level:
41,000.
Broko stood alone on a mountain of corpses, the bodies of arrogant fools the still underestimate him after all these years.
He was scarred, Taller, Eyes colder.
Broko Power Level (pre-battle):
32,900
The battle went on for 1 day, Broko had focused most on physical durability, stamina and raw physical strength.
Mountains shattered. Ley-lines collapsed. The sky turned Grey with a grim dark tone.
Broko nearly died four times, the king was not like his followers, he went for the kill with each attack.
But on the fifth killing blow....
His body screamed the raging heritage of the evil Saiyans boiled.
Something snapped.
It was definitely not Super Saiyan.
Not yet strong enough for that.
But something darker more sinister.
His ki aura gain a dark shade of red like dried blood.
Mid battleZenkai:
47,500
The God-King fell screaming in shock and pain as Broko grabbed his skull and started to squeeze slowly as possible .
Then with a popping squelch the planet went silent.
His suicide Mission Completed after so many years here.
Returning to his base now knowing his space pod had magically tampered with.
When King Cold's mid level scouts arrived,
They found a conquered world.
A shattered civilization.
And a Saiyan who did not bow.
Broko smiled.
Ten years survived.
Ten years of hell.
And he was only getting started, as quickly kills the scouts sent by King Cold, stealing their resources and upgrading my scouter and data on the galaxy....
Getting into his space he gets ready to leave this planet that made him who he was today... But then he had second thoughts and exits the craft.
End of the chapter