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The first thing he noticed was the scent of earth and leaves. The air was thick with the rich aroma of damp soil, mingling with the crisp freshness of nature. Ancient trees loomed above, their thick canopies casting shifting shadows under the pale moonlight. A soft breeze rustled the foliage, carrying the distant calls of unseen creatures.
He stirred, his fingers digging into the dirt as he pushed himself upright. His body felt… different. Stronger. Lighter. His muscles hummed with untapped energy, as if his very being was brimming with power waiting to be unleashed.
He frowned. Where am I?
Memories flickered in his mind—fragmented, disjointed. A different world. A different life. One where he was… weaker. Human. But that life was gone. This body, this power—this was real.
Then, movement at the edge of his vision made him freeze. His eyes darted down, and his breath caught in his throat.
A tail.
A long, brown-furred tail curled behind him, twitching slightly as if responding to his shock. He reached out hesitantly, grasping the appendage, feeling the warmth and texture beneath his fingertips. It wasn't an illusion. It was a part of him.
He exhaled sharply.
I'm not human anymore… I'm a Saiyan.
A slow smirk crept onto his lips. Fear didn't take root in his chest—no, what surged through his veins was exhilaration. The thought of being Saiyan, of possessing the power that came with it, sent an undeniable thrill through him.
But that left one major question.
Where the hell am I?
He closed his eyes and focused. His senses sharpened, expanding outward, picking up every sound, every scent, every heartbeat in the area. The forest was alive—small creatures scurrying in the underbrush, insects humming in the air, the distant rush of water from a river or waterfall.
Then, he felt something else. Something bigger.
His eyes snapped open, locking onto a presence lurking deeper in the forest. It was massive, its aura pulsing with raw danger. A beast. A predator. And it wasn't alone.
This world isn't safe.
His tail flicked, and he clenched his fists. A lesser person might have panicked, but his Saiyan blood sang in excitement. A world where beasts like that roamed freely? This was a world where strength ruled. If he wanted to survive, he had to grow stronger—fast.
He took a deep breath, letting instinct take over. Training was his priority. He needed to test the limits of this body, refine his power, push himself beyond what he thought possible.
And to do that, he needed a base.
He began exploring, his movements swift and silent. It wasn't long before he stumbled upon a perfect spot—a clearing near a waterfall. The terrain was defensible, rich with natural resources, and the rushing water masked smaller sounds, making it harder for beasts to sneak up on him.
Without wasting time, he got to work.
His hands wrapped around the trunk of a thick tree, and with a grunt, he yanked it from the ground as if it were nothing more than a stubborn weed. He smirked, the raw power thrilling him. Stripping the bark, he began shaping the wood into rough planks, stacking them to form walls. His strength made the work easy, but precision took effort. Still, he relished the challenge.
Hours passed. The moon dipped lower, making way for the faint glow of dawn. Sweat dripped down his brow as he wiped his forehead, stepping back to admire his handiwork.
A small but sturdy wooden shelter stood before him, reinforced with stone from the riverbed. It wasn't much, but it was his.
He exhaled, stretching out his sore muscles.
Now, the real work begins.
The beasts of this world were strong, but he would be stronger. The power coursing through his veins was meant for battle, for survival, for dominance. He had no intention of hiding.
He had been reborn as a Saiyan.
And this world had no idea what was coming.