When I regained my consciousness and woke up, I heard the noisy baby sounds in my ears. I looked at my fair and tender hands and my naked body. I knew that I had transmigrated, and it was in the same mode as rebirth.
Before I think about anything else, there's something more important that I have to confirm.
With an extremely nervous heart, I stretched out an extremely fair and tender hand, trembling, slowly reaching between my legs…Finally, I smiled. Fortunately, I didn't cheat my father. As long as I was still a pure man, everything else could be discussed.
Although it was indeed a little…strange for a baby to do this, it didn't matter anymore. I would soon know what kind of person I was, or rather, what kind of species I was.
It was a good thing that I had transmigrated, especially when I saw the appearance of the babies around me. I thought even more so when I saw the furry tails behind every baby's buttocks and buttocks. Thinking about the environment here, I curled my lips slightly and slowly closed my eyes. As a baby, whether it was a human or a Saiyan, I couldn't change my little habit of sleeping.
In this life. I will live in this world again as a Saiyan. I will use my own strength to change this world and find my past.
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On the empty and cold road, there were a few houses filled with madness. In a small corner not far from these houses, there was a house with a wild aura. On the hard ground, a boy who looked to be no more than three years old was wearing extremely crude clothes. He was doing extremely basic physical exercise, which was push-ups.
His black and slightly erect hair slightly fell on his sweaty forehead. A brown tail was wrapped around his waist. Given the strong muscles exposed from his open clothes, it was completely impossible to tell that this was the body of a 3-year-old boy. Even some adults would feel embarrassed at the sight of it.
However, this was only for Earthlings. For a Saiyan, even a three-year-old child was nothing.
Although his forehead was covered in sweat, and the drops of sweat kept dripping from the tips of his hair to the ground, it was obvious that the boy was very tired. However, he did not stop. Even though his hands were trembling, the boy gritted his teeth. His originally delicate face could not help but look a little ferocious at this moment. The veins on his hands, arms, and forehead were bulging. As his physical strength continued to drain, His movements became slower and slower. In the end, every time he did more, every time his body rose and fell, the muscles all over his body would tremble and tremble.
"Time to eat! Regel!"
A loud shout pulled me out of my highly focused training.
This voice was like the final judgment for the boy named Regel. The last bit of strength in Regel was completely drained. His arms that were originally supporting him instantly went limp. His body fell to the ground, and he didn't even have the strength to breathe. His head was dizzy. Although he wanted to stand up again, his tired body wouldn't listen to him no matter what. Because of this struggle, he became even more tired. Soon, Regel closed his eyes helplessly. There was nothing he could do. He was too tired.
"Seriously, this brat is always like this!”
Not long after Regel fell, an adult Saiyan came over and picked him up. He turned around and walked towards a house not far away.
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In some simple and crude houses, there was a large round table with all kinds of food placed on it. However, almost all of it was meat. Four children who looked very young sat around the large round table. At a speed that was unimaginable to humans on Earth, they crazily snatched the food on the table. There were three boys and one girl.
Their mouths were full of oil. Before they could swallow the food in their mouths, they had already shoved the food into their small mouths. After chewing for a while, they swallowed the food immediately.
The speed of one of the boys was much faster than the other three children. He ate the most fiercely and like a hungry ghost.
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After the meal, the children's stomachs were all bulging. They were all full. They did not care if the ground was dirty or not. They lay on the ground and gently touched their stomachs, their faces full of satisfaction.
"Seriously, Regel! Why do you always work so hard?”
After lying down for a while, one of the chubby boys, Karles, straightened his upper body and said helplessly to Regel.
"That's right! Although we are not advanced warriors, we are still intermediate warriors. Why do we have to train like useless low-level warriors?？”
The only girl, Karis, looked at Regel and said.
"You're actually already very strong. You don't have to work so hard!？”
The one who said this was Milo. This guy rarely spoke.
"I just want to be stronger!"
Regel still said this to his companion's persuasion.
"Forget it, I don't care about you anymore. I'm going to train!”
After dinner, it was naturally time to continue training. Regel was immediately energized and continued his crazy training.
Time passed by slowly. In the blink of an eye, it had been three years since he came to this world. For some reason, Regel had completely forgotten his previous life. However, the strange thing was that although he could not remember the past, he still knew that he had transmigrated. He also knew that this was the Dragon Ball World. Not only the Dragon Ball, but also the other two anime novels. He knew everything and what his previous life was called, but that was all.
It was as if he had forgotten his past life and everyone in the past. He only knew that he was an orphan in his previous life, just like now.
He couldn't remember anything else. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember anything.
In the end, he could only put it aside and not think about it anymore. If he thought about it again, his head would explode.
In this life, although he was still an orphan, perhaps it was because of his experience, he did not feel that there was anything bad about it. Instead, he felt that he had less of an unnecessary burden.
As for why he was an orphan, it was actually very common among the Saiyans. There was nothing strange about it.
Also, although he wasn't a high-level Saiyan, in terms of talent, he was already considered a top-notch mid-level Saiyan. Compared to a high-level Saiyan, he was only a little bit weaker. It wasn't a qualitative change, just a little bit as the words said.
Therefore, in terms of strength, he was not inferior to any high-level Saiyan of his age, or even higher!
As for his name, since he was reborn, there was naturally no need to keep his previous name. Anyway, this name was not bad.
Because he was a mid-level Saiyan, Regel did not need to be sent to some remote planets not long after he was born like the low-level warriors. Now, he still had to grow up for a few years before he was sent out to carry out missions.。Although the Saiyans weren't very smart, they weren't stupid either. They knew that they had to let some children with potential grow up for a period of time before letting them do dangerous missions. Only those children who were determined to have no potential would be sent out early.
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For kids like Regel, who could almost be considered as a high-level warrior, they would have to wait for a while longer than other children of intermediate warriors before they could go out to carry out missions.
The few kids who lived with Regel were all outstanding mid-level warriors.
The person in charge of taking care of them was Rodel, who was also an Intermediate Warrior. Although he was already in his fifties, he was nothing to the Saiyans who had a long puberty. Even if he was in his thirties, no one would suspect him. He did not have much reaction to being assigned to take care of the orphans. He did not say much to them. He only told them everything that he needed to say and did everything that he needed to do. As for the rest... Rodel usually didn't care much about anything else. He would train alone. For the Saiyans who liked to fight, this kind of dangerous work was the last thing they wanted to do. However, there was no other way. After all, he wasn't strong enough, so he could only take care of the children.
Under such circumstances, it would depend on the self-awareness of these orphans. Of course, the usual training that Rodel had set for them had to be completed. This was also the bottom line of Rodel's job. As long as they completed the training, they could do whatever they wanted. Whether they went to train or play, Rodel would not care.
But even so, for Saiyan children, even if you didn't say it, they would still do some extra training on their own. They all knew the importance of strength in this world. No child would slack off, but there were very few children who could really train hard every day.
Because for these children who were quite talented, even some of them were very good, even if they were casually trained, when they reached a certain age, their strength would naturally reach a certain level. Compared to low-level warriors with low talent, even if they trained hard, they might not be stronger than them when they reached adulthood. Under such circumstances, the amount of training could only depend on one's own self-awareness.
Regel was the craziest of them all. The life of the Saiyans could be said to be extremely boring. Every day, they would eat, train, have free time, eat, train, have free time, eat, and sleep. It was that simple. There was also television and computers, but there was nothing to watch. There was no need to talk about games. For the Saiyans, fighting was the best game.
This kind of life, for children who originally lived in this world, naturally did not feel that there was anything wrong with it. However, this kind of life, for Regel who had transmigrated from another world, could be said to be so boring that it could drive him crazy.
In his previous life, Regel was a typical otaku. He read anime, novels, and games every day. Those were all basic and necessary, but now?？There were no novels, comics, or games at all!
This kind of thing was a painful thing for a dead otaku.
Therefore, Regel could only treat training as the only way to vent his anger. Besides, the Saiyan bloodline was something that he dreamed of in his previous life. Now that he had such good conditions, he did not want to be like in his previous life, where he was just an insignificant character. He wanted great strength, absolute power, and use this power to obtain everything he wanted!
Through these three years of life, he already knew when he had transmigrated. He was born in the same year as Vegeta, which meant that there was only a short two years left until the birth of Sun Wukong!
In other words, in two years, the planet he was on would be destroyed by Frissa.
If he couldn't leave before then, he would basically be finished.
Right now, his first goal was to go to Earth. However, he needed an opportunity to do so. Moreover, there was still some time. He had to make himself stronger first.
There was also Karles, Karis, and Milo. They had lived together for a few years. No matter what, they still had feelings for each other. It was really impossible for Regel to watch them die. Although he had told them many times, they really couldn't understand Regel's actions.
They weren't afraid of training. They just felt that there was no need to work so hard. They were still young. Why were they in such a hurry? They had plenty of time.
Seeing that they were thinking this way, Regel was also extremely helpless. Was he going to tell them the truth? Stop joking. It would be strange if they believed him.
Even if they believed him, if they asked him how he knew all this, what should he say? That was his biggest secret. No matter what happened, he would never say it.
In the end, he could only decide that if he really couldn't save them, he would use the Dragon Pearl to resurrect them. There was nothing he could do about it. He was also very helpless. Therefore, all of this was because he wasn't strong enough. If his strength was stronger than Frisa now, there would be no need to go through so much trouble. He could just kill him.
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Regel trained all the way until night time, until his body could no longer hold on any longer before he dragged his exhausted body back to bed. The moment he threw himself onto the pillow, he immediately fell asleep. He was really too tired.
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