First off, I want to say this is my first FF, so don't blame me for not knowing my way around very well. OK?




My story is about a very special Saiyan. May it begin.




Chapter I - The Birth of Another Warrior




The Saiyans in the room couldn't believe it. Without even guessing the meaning of the number they were reading on the display, they checked and checked the device over and over again.


"The thing is clearly defective," heard the little baby who was lying in its cradle next to so many in the children's storage room. Although he didn't understand what these men were saying, it seemed as if he was laughing to himself, extolling his superiority.


"No. It's perfectly fine," said one of the medics. “I think we found what we were looking for.” He closed his eyes. "Report immediately to the royal council. It is very important to act immediately."

The others immediately set out to obey this order. The medic stayed in the room. It was completely still. All Saiyan infants fell deep and sound as they were artificially put into a restful sleep.


Carefully and respectfully, he took the baby in his hand. He didn't cry or make any move to fidget. No, he just stayed silent and looked coldly into the eyes of the person opposite. Freezing. A shiver ran down the spine of the experienced medic who had already seen a lot in his life. But that was the height.


"So, off to bed with you, you have to sleep now," he said. He put it in a cradle and suddenly heard a loud howling of a baby.


"Not again, kid," he thought. "Now shut up. It's always the same with you. You keep crying, kid." He left the room.


There remained 20 sleeping infants as well as one awake and one crying.



And how do you like my FF? Already guess what's up? Should I keep writing? Bye!