The Strongest Legend of Dragon Ball Chapter 1 Saiyan Xiaya
Translator- DM
Within the boundless, lightless void, Xiaya lost all track of time. Had it been a year, perhaps two, or even longer? His memory was a blur.
Ever since his arrival, he had been aimlessly adrift in this infinite expanse.
Faint lights, flickering between brilliance and shadow, danced before his eyes. Xiaya exerted great effort to approach these ethereal orbs, but each time he drew near, they would swiftly dissipate back into the suffocating darkness.
He couldn't articulate why he pursued these fleeting lights, other than an ingrained instinct to escape the oppressive darkness.
In his previous existence, Xiaya had been a mundane office drone, caught in the relentless nine-to-five grind that defined city life. One day, after concluding his work as usual, he decided to stop by the market for some evening provisions. Tragically, a section of reinforced glass, dislodged from a construction site high above, plummeted down and struck him. He lost consciousness instantly and never awoke.
Upon regaining awareness, he found himself in this peculiar, dark abyss.
Xiaya, an avid reader of novels, was no stranger to protagonists enduring bizarre tribulations. Thus, upon suddenly materializing in this vast, shadowed realm, he reacted swiftly, even feeling a surge of exhilaration.
Could this be a turn for the better, a transmigration into the fabled chaotic era? Following the established narrative, shouldn't he soon encounter Pangu, seek his tutelage, and then proceed to smite gods and buddhas alike?
However, as time wore on, Xiaya began to realize the deceptive nature of such tales. He encountered no legendary sages, received no fortuitous treasures, and hadn't even glimpsed a single ray of light.
Gradually, Xiaya grasped the bleak reality of his predicament. There was no divine providence here, only an endless, formless chaos. It was nothing short of a black cell, devoid of any hope, and he was its unfortunate, unwilling occupant.
With no inkling of when, or if, he would ever find liberation, a profound melancholy settled upon him.
“According to my estimation, a new cluster of light is imminent. I must redouble my efforts this time to break free!” Xiaya exhorted himself with fierce determination, fixing his gaze into the oppressive darkness ahead.
Abruptly, a blinding radiance unfurled, steadily expanding. It was a colossal sphere of light, unlike any Xiaya had ever witnessed in its sheer magnitude and brilliance.
“A monumental light ball! I must exert my absolute might if I am to escape using this!”
Gritting his teeth, Xiaya summoned every ounce of his strength and propelled himself toward the immense luminous mass. The piercing winds assaulted his form, inflicting a torment that gnawed at his very soul, yet he clenched his jaw and persevered.
“So close now, I will reach it soon.”
Xiaya’s face contorted with a fierce, unwavering gaze, his eyes blazing with a testament to his unyielding resolve. Enduring the relentless gale, he painstakingly advanced toward the beckoning light.
As proximity increased, the sheer scale of the luminous orb became apparent; before it, he felt as insignificant as a minuscule ant.
“Haha, at last, I can depart this detestable place!” A jubilant expression bloomed on Xiaya’s face as he continued his slow approach.
The instant he made contact with the light sphere, it felt as though a jolt of intense electricity surged through him, and he was abruptly engulfed by its luminous surface.
A searing agony burned through his soul, simultaneously, wisps of gray energy from the surrounding darkness spiraled towards Xiaya, infusing themselves within him. These twin extremes of torment raged within his being, contorting Xiaya’s features as he succumbed to the unbearable pain and lost consciousness.
Unbeknownst to Xiaya, moments after he succumbed, the two potent, ashen energies began to coalesce, meticulously refining his soul. This process caused his soul to rapidly strengthen within an astonishingly short span, after which, with a *shua*, Xiaya vanished entirely, drawn into the heart of the colossal light formation.
The murky gray void slowly regained its placidity, disturbed only by the occasional ephemeral sparks of light that materialized inexplicably, only to vanish just as quickly.
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Planet Vegeta, Infant Training Facility.
This was a bastion of advanced technology, where every newborn Saiyan spent their initial period before being dispatched to various planets based on their innate potential to fulfill their designated roles.
Given its paramount importance, King Vegeta had allocated substantial military forces for its security and equipped the facility with Planet Vegeta’s most sophisticated computer system for constant surveillance.
Suddenly, a subtle disturbance emanated from one of the cribs within the training room. The computer registered the signature of an anomalous energy source, triggering a piercing alarm.
“What’s going on?” A middle-aged Saiyan, tasked with safeguarding the infant quarters, hurried over at the sound of the alarm, querying an attendant standing nearby.
Several reptilian-mouthed, elder aliens swiftly examined the computer, then rushed to the blaring alarm originating from a bed. They reported with cautious scrutiny of the displayed data: “It appears to be nothing; perhaps a minor glitch in the training pod's diagnostic system triggered a false alarm. The new training room is functioning perfectly.”
“My word, is the technology from your Dada star truly this unreliable? Hurry and procure a new one for the child,” a middle-aged Saiyan stationed nearby chided the aliens, urging them to work faster before he swaggered away.
The Dada star aliens exchanged uncertain glances and sighed.
Their leader declared with a loud voice: “What are you all waiting for? Expedite the replacement of the training pod. If we provoke the Saiyans, our lives will become considerably more difficult.”
Upon hearing this, the other Dada star individuals trembled and hastily moved a new training bed over. After the Saiyan infant was transferred, they cautiously exited the infant training room, continuing to meticulously monitor all the babies' data without daring to let their guard down.
Such is the plight of the weak. The Dada star’s might pales in comparison within cosmic civilization. Having their home planet subjugated by the Saiyans, they were spared annihilation due to their advanced technological prowess, instead being tasked with the care of the new Saiyan offspring.
The Dada star, having encountered the aggressive and ruthless Saiyans, considered themselves fortunate as a weak, invaded planet. This was a stark contrast to how the Saiyans typically eradicated the indigenous populations of insignificant worlds before claiming them.
Shortly after the departing Saiyan and the Dada star attendants left, the Saiyan toddler whose training pod had been replaced opened his eyes, his infant gaze alight with astonishing intensity.
“I’ve somehow materialized on Planet Vegeta? And I’ve been reborn as a Saiyan infant?”
Xiaya’s thoughts raced with disbelief. He hadn't anticipated that after traversing a blinding light and exiting a dark expanse, he would enter the Dragon Ball universe and be reincarnated as a Saiyan. Even more perplexing was his ability to comprehend the aliens’ language.
“I wonder what year it is? How long until the main story commences?” This was Xiaya’s paramount concern.
However, with Planet Vegeta still standing, the narrative had evidently not yet begun. A profound sense of urgency nonetheless gripped his heart.
The Dragon Ball world, a realm where mighty beings shaped stars and commanded celestial bodies, frequently wreaked havoc, shattering planets.
Xiaya quickly composed himself, contemplating his next moves with care. “First and foremost, I must ascertain the current year in the Dragon Ball world. I have no idea how much time remains until Planet Vegeta’s destruction. If there’s ample time, that would be fortunate. Otherwise, the danger will be immense.”
Facing the cataclysmic event of planet destruction, Xiaya couldn’t be certain he’d possess the same fortune as Son Goku to escape alive. His sole hope was for sufficient time to prepare; Xiaya silently yearned for this within his heart.
Then, Xiaya observed the transparent data displayed within the training pod, revealing basic information about the Saiyan children.
Serial Number: 11379
Name: Xiaya
Parents: Brunt, Beatriz
Latent Talent: Intermediate
Battle Power: 89
Evaluation: Upper Mid Class. Recommended training on Planet Vegeta for 3 years, followed by deployment to a low-level planet.