Truck-kun rejoices at a job finally finished

Warm. Warm and delightful. That was all I could use to describe my current circumstances. Was this what death was like? If so, it ain't so bad. I stopped my train of thought and enjoyed the comfortable silence. Unfortunately, I was pulled away from my silence when a cacophony of foreign sounds, sights, and smells entered my mind. I couldn't really make sense of any of it at first but eventually, I picked it up. It was an entirely different language. Each sound or word was associated with an image and smell if necessary. Somehow I was picking up on the foreign language with no trouble. In fact, this language might not be foreign as I thought. It sounded the same as Japanese! The only question is why I needed to learn Japanese in the afterlife?

After learning the spoken word came the written word. I learned both Hiragana, Katakana, Kanji, and another called "Standard Galactic". The confusion was dispelled after I learned the number system and math. I was reborn in the Dragonball world! It was pretty easy to guess after I had knowledge of the Frieza Force, space pod mechanics, and scouter repair implanted in my head. I was apparently born as the third prince to the Vegeta dynasty, Lantro. I was the youngest and very talented, unlike the second prince Tarble. I was born with a power level of 1000, equal to Vegeta IV, my brother. Vegeta III, my father, input various lessons on how to run the Saiyan kingdom in the event of the deaths of him or my brother. After 3 years in the tank, I've learned basically everything I would need to know to survive and my time for leaving is tomorrow.

Tomorrow came quickly for me. I felt an overpoweringly strong scent invade my nostrils, I quickly gained consciousness again and found myself in a tank surrounded by green liquid and a breathing apparatus on my face. I looked around and saw other babies sleeping in tanks. Hmmm, now that I am here in this universe, How can I get stronger? I wasn't really given any time to come up with one in the tank due to constantly being fed info. A master plan began developing in my head, using all the knowledge I gathered throughout my previous life.

I was pulled from my musings when I heard a knock on my glass and saw a little Vegeta below me staring up at me with his signature forever-scowl.

"Look father, he is awake," little Vegeta says looking back. I look in that direction and see the king in the flesh with his kingly goatee.

"What is his power level father," He adds. The king activates his scouter and it quickly calculates my power

"3,023," he says with a look of smugness and pride. Little Vegeta looks on astonished but quickly goes back to a neutral expression. "It seems he is just as talented as you, son." Vegeta IV nods impassively. Seems he doesn't really care. Well, that would be expected given his headstart of being born first. I wonder what my brother's power level is right now. "He will be leaving the pod today, just so you know." My brother nods once more and they begin walking back through the hallway, talking about the new grade of scouter being released soon. It seems they are quite close. Never mind that, it's time to become powerful.

As soon as they leave I begin focusing around different parts of my torso where my ki should be locked at. After searching for a few minutes I find my ki center at my solar plexus and try to focus the power outward. In a few minutes, my energy spreads out nourishing my flesh and bone with power. Ok, step one over now for step two of my master plan! I try to feel out for the powers of the babies in the tanks next to me. As expected it doesn't go well. The thing is I'm not really sure what I am looking for. A vague tingly sensation on my back? Whatever I have the rest of my life to work this out. I move on to trying to control my Ki. I've read numerous fanfics as well as speculation videos and I've reread and rewatched the entirety of Dragonball numerous times. I begin trying out different methods for ki control I can think of using the media I've consumed as a catalyst.

The main way I've seen piccolo train is meditation. I have experience meditating in my past life so I start to meditate. I push out all unnecessary thoughts out of my mind and focus on my breathing. I breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth, whilst doing so I reel my ki back into my core then push it back out toward the rest of my body in rhythm with my breathing. This should increase my ki reserves while improving my control. Increasing the amount of Ki increases your power or so I've read from the wiki. Hours pass as I continuously train. I was interrupted when I noticed the water level recedes. I open my eyes and crack a grin, although unnoticeable due to the mask.

Finally, I'm about to leave. One of those weird bird-scientist-alien things lets all of the green liquid out and the harness and mask leave my body. I step out on my two feet and I shiver slightly at the cold air.

"Ah, P-prince Lantro please follow me we shall get you dressed," the bird-thing is probably intimidated by my power as he does have a scouter on, though he keeps taking glances at my crotch and face. Is he a pedophile? I shiver at the thought and stay a little more on guard. He leads me into the armor room where I put on a dark blue full-body jumpsuit type onesy, some white gloves, white boots, and torso armor colored white and brown. (basically what Vegeta wore on Namek during his fight with Frieza)Man, this thing is skin tight.

I followed the bird thing as it leads me out of the armory.

"It is currently age 736 Prince Lantro and the Saiyan kingdom is doing marvelously we have currently reached our planet quota this year for Lord Frieza," he says nervously. Age 736 huh? I only have a year before Planet Vegeta's destruction. I need to train while I am here and take advantage of the 10x gravity, then get a pod and go to earth and learn martial arts from there.

I continue to follow him until the throne room where the King sits.

"Ah, my Son I see you have left the pod, how are you feeling?" he says.

"Uh, fine I guess?" I say awkwardly. He smirks a little and grunts in acknowledgment and leads me to my brother Vegeta. Vegeta and I meet and he introduces himself and subtly tries to intimidate me, not going to lie it kinda worked. At nine years old he was around 9 thousand battle power in strength. He stops doing that when he notices I conceded. We chat some more but I eventually leave and get my armor stamped with the royal seal and cape. After that, I was left to my own devices.

I knew Saiyans didn't really show too much familial love, but damn I'm barely 3 years old and they just leave me to myself. Whatever more time for me to train. The gravity of this planet is a blessing for me. While my ki power is in the thousands my body power is low and unbalanced. To maximize results I will suppress my power and get weighted clothing. In the first half-year, I will focus on the body and ki power, then in the next, I will get my ki control and sensing as far as I could.

And so I did just that. I commissioned a few scientists to create weighted wrist bands, boots, belts, and shirts. After they were made I began doing bodyweight exercises in my room. Strangely enough, I didn't find any mirrors anywhere even though they were mentioned in the gestation pod info. When I asked Vegeta, he outright denied me with a smirk on his face. When I asked Tarble, he said Father forbade him. When I asked father he said no. This reeks of a conspiracy. At one point I thought I was horribly disfigured but my hands didn't feel anything out of the ordinary when I touched my face. I started feeling up my body as well, but my father walked in on me. Boy was that embarrassing. When I started explaining why he just started laughing.

This made me heated and I started yelling. This just made him laugh more. When I stormed out of the room, my face turned green from embarrassment. I usually have way better control over my emotions. Is it because I'm in the body of a child? For an entire week after that whenever my family saw me they would start laughing as though they had heard the funniest joke in the world. Even the ever timid Tarble couldn't help but guffaw. I ignored them and continued to train.

I first started with the basics. Pushups, situps, squats, and running. When the basic types of those exercises became too easy I would use different variations. With some hard work of my own and help from my family, I was able to improve quite a bit in the past half-year. They would teach me how to fight and I would get a lot of experience from it. They used many dirty tactics and feints but it helped me get prepared. They taught me how to fly and the Galick Gun, I even reinvented the Final Flash and Big Bang Attack with help from my brother.

My training by myself also bore fruit as I unlocked Ki sensing, and my body's strength rose quite nicely. My family was impressed and even adopted the training practices that I "invented". You see Saiyans did train just not in the right way. All they did was spar, fight, rely on zenkai, and coast on natural talent. Doing those things is fine but what are they doing in between? Nothing. In between, you should be training not sitting around scratching your ass. They also rely on these things called "growth spurts" to increase power.

You see Saiyans from the time they are born until 12 look like 4-year-olds then start growing slowly. When they become 12 they age until looking like 8-year-olds. From there they grow linearly again until the final growth spurt at 18 when they rapidly age until they are the correct height and maturity for a human 18-year-old until full adulthood. Yeah, not looking forward to that, on the bright side my enemies would surely underestimate me and that explains why Goku was so short as a 15-year-old.

On more urgent news the day Frieza destroys the planet is tomorrow so I have to get a pod and skedaddle.