🌌 Legacy of the Lost Star
Chapter 1 – Rebirth of a Warrior Soul
Darkness.
That was the first sensation he remembered after dying. Not pain, not fear—just silence. The kind that makes your chest tighten, like floating alone in an ocean of stars.
He didn't remember his name. Only fragments of the life before: books, boredom, late-night anime binges, and the sudden screech of tires. A flash of light. Then... void.
But he wasn't gone. Not entirely.
Somehow, he was.
And then, in the next moment—he wasn't.
He blinked. He wasn't in his body, but his thoughts were intact. He was floating in a space that wasn't space—where time bent, stars pulsed like breathing lungs, and the universe whispered in riddles.
> "So you made it."
The voice wasn't loud, but it carried weight. The kind of voice that bent galaxies with its tone. The speaker was... a silhouette of light. No face. No name. Just presence.
> "You died. But your karmic energy is strange. Dense. Full of something... old. You've drawn attention."
He couldn't speak, but his thoughts echoed through the void.
"Attention?"
"Why me?"
> "Some souls drift. Some are devoured. Yours? Yours clings to desire."
> "Do you want a second chance?"
The answer was instantaneous.
"Yes."
> "Then you shall be reborn. In a world of your choosing. With three wishes to carry your new path."
His mind burst with possibilities—but only one world truly called to him.
"The Dragon Ball universe. I want to be reborn there—as Prince Vegeta's younger brother."
The being tilted its unseen head.
> "Royal blood? Dangerous blood. But... granted."
"For my second wish, I want the power of the Mythic Saiyan. The origin. The core power the legends speak of, before Super Saiyan existed."
> "The Mythic Core. Ancient, primal, sealed for a reason. It will not be unlocked easily... but granted."
He hesitated for his third wish, then grinned in thought.
"Give me a system. Something that can track my growth, help me train, give me quests and stats. A guide."
> "You want a cheat?"
"I want to survive. And rise."
> "Wise. Granted."
Suddenly, everything shattered. Light cracked like thunder across the cosmos. He was being pulled—ripped apart, rebuilt, compressed.
> "Welcome to your new life, Raiku."
🍼 Year 736 – Royal Birth, Unholy Power
The royal birthing chamber buzzed with tension. Elite Saiyan medics stood still, their scouters twitching.
The Queen, Sarella, lay in her bed, cradling the quiet infant in her arms. His skin glowed faintly, his eyes eerily calm. He didn't cry.
"Scan him," King Vegeta commanded, stepping forward in his armor.
The scouter beeped. Then sparked. Then exploded.
"…Five... five thousand?!" a medic gasped.
Gasps echoed across the room. A power level of 5000—at birth. That wasn't just impossible. It was terrifying.
Even Prince Vegeta, just four years old, had only reached 4000 after grueling elite training.
The King's eyes narrowed. "He surpasses even Vegeta… as an infant?"
He clenched his fists, a mix of awe and unease swirling beneath his pride.
But the Queen... she smiled.
"His name," she whispered, brushing back the newborn's hair, "is Raiku."
In his tiny body, the child—the reincarnated soul—opened his eyes. He wasn't frightened. He remembered.
And in that moment, a blue glow shimmered over his vision.
> 🟦 [SYSTEM ONLINE]
Welcome, Raiku.
Race: Saiyan (Royal Bloodline)
Power Level: 5000
Core Trait: Mythic Saiyan (Locked)
System Functions:
– Stats
– Quest Log
– Battle Skills
– Ki Control: Beginner
– Suppression: Locked
– Cryo Mode: Available
[New Quest: Survive the Fall of Planet Vegeta – 365 Days Remaining]
His second life had begun.
⚔️ Training in Shadows
Even as an infant, Raiku's awareness was terrifying. He understood his own limits, his strength, the weight of gravity in each movement.
Most Saiyan children barely crawled for months. Raiku was walking within three weeks.
But he hid it.
He knew his life depended on secrecy. If Frieza, or even his own father, saw what he truly was, they'd dissect him before he ever left the nursery.
So he trained in silence.
At night, when the palace staff slept, he would sneak into old simulation rooms using air ducts and forgotten keypads. He had memorized technology faster than some elite warriors.
He would meditate under harsh gravity fields, practice ki manipulation in private, and mimic the martial arts forms he remembered from his old life. Each day, the System rewarded him.
> [Quest Complete: Silent Meditation Under x10 Gravity]
+4 KI
+1 WIS
+Ki Control 18%
[New Skill Learned: Flow-Step (Lv. 1)]
In one month, he surpassed the training level of low-class warriors. In three, he was practicing flight in a sealed chamber under illusion protocols.
He was a ghost. A legend hiding behind baby laughter.
👑 The Eyes of the King
King Vegeta observed the child with growing suspicion.
"He's... too quiet. Too controlled," he muttered.
Even Prince Vegeta had begun to feel something off.
"He looks at me like a rival," he said one day to his father. "Like he already knows he's stronger."
"Let him look," the King said. "He will learn what pride costs."
💫 Queen Sarella's Bond
But the Queen saw more.
Every night, she visited Raiku, not as a monarch, but as a mother. And Raiku, despite being a reincarnated soul, felt something for her—an unspoken warmth he never had in his first life.
"You're different," she whispered one night, running her fingers through his spiky hair. "I see planets in your eyes… as if you've already seen the end."
He reached up and gripped her thumb with a tiny hand.
For once, he felt like a child.
A second chance.
🩸 The Shadow of Frieza
Then the day came.
Frieza's ship entered orbit.
The sky turned pale. The atmosphere trembled. Saiyans whispered—some in mockery, others in fear.
But one warrior didn't whisper. He roared.
Bardock.
The low-class warrior stormed through the palace gates, bloodied, broken, but burning with rage.
"He's going to kill us all!" Bardock shouted. "Frieza's planning to wipe out the Saiyans! I saw it!"
Most dismissed him.
But Queen Sarella listened.
And when she looked at Raiku later that night, her heart broke.
"I can't let you die here," she whispered.
🚀 The Final Night
She moved in silence, wrapped in a black cloak. Holding Raiku to her chest, she bypassed security, whispered codes into the launch pad, and entered the restricted Z-Class bay.
There were only two escape pods.
One was already prepped—for Kakarot.
The other? A prototype stasis pod meant for high-class elite survival.
She placed Raiku inside, wrapping him in Saiyan armor custom-fitted to his body. A small golden band was placed around his tail.
Her hands trembled.
"You're not like them," she whispered. "You're something more. And you're going to live."
Raiku, now barely a year old, reached out from inside the pod. Not in confusion—in understanding.
The Queen sobbed as the hatch closed.
> 🟦 [Entering Cryo-Stasis Mode]
Duration: 6 Years
Power: Frozen at 6,370
Mythic Core: Stabilizing
System: Sleep Tracking Enabled
The pod launched, silent as a whisper.
🌠 Two Lights in the Sky
Moments later, another pod followed—Kakarot's.
From a distance, Bardock watched them leave.
"…Two stars," he murmured. "One to protect. One to avenge."
Then came the flash.
Frieza's death ball exploded across the sky—and Planet Vegeta was gone.
💤 Buried Beneath Earth
Raiku's pod struck Earth far from Goku's landing site—hidden in dense forest and sealed beneath rock and roots.
Time slowed.
He floated in cryo-stasis, dreams flickering behind his eyes—of war, of gods, of vengeance and hope.
His System whispered:
> [Countdown Until Awakening: 5 Years, 364 Days]
[New Path Branching…]
[The Legacy Begins]