Chapter 3 - chapter 1 part3

🌌 Saiyan of the Red Dawn

Chapter 1 – Birth of a Monster

(Part 3 – Conclusion)

Three days later, Kael was transferred from the ruined birthing chamber to an isolated wing of the Saiyan Royal Nursery. No other infants were permitted within fifty meters of his containment unit. Not that any measure had truly proven effective—so far, he had dismantled every restraint and stasis harness with casual, almost absent-minded power surges.

The nursery staff learned quickly not to look him in the eye. Those who did swore later that they felt something peering back at them. Something older than any Saiyan. Something that weighed and judged them in an instant.

But if he was aware of their fear, the newborn did not show it. He spent most of each day lying in the center of the containment chamber, golden gaze fixed on the vaulted ceiling, as though listening to echoes no one else could hear.

Sometimes, when the corridor was quiet, a low hum filled the air—a resonance that made the hair on the medics' arms stand on end. None dared investigate.

When the Royal Elite Guard delivered his nutrient feed, they did so in armored exo-suits. One time, a guard attempted to attach a ki-dampening collar while Kael slept. The resulting energy backlash left the man in critical care for a week.

King Vegeta called an emergency council on the matter.

"This child is the most dangerous anomaly in Saiyan history," the king declared, standing at the head of a long table carved from petrified dragon bone. The warlords flanking him exchanged wary glances, but none interrupted.

"Even Frieza would not tolerate such potential unchecked," King Vegeta continued. "We cannot simply kill him—not when his power could be harnessed. But neither can we allow him to mature without oversight."

General Nappa—massive arms folded across his barrel chest—grunted. "Sire, with respect, you speak of harnessing a star that has already gone supernova. You saw what he did to the containment harness."

"I saw."

"Then why not destroy him now? Before Frieza learns more?"

The king's eyes hardened. "Because if Frieza discovers we murdered an infant with that level of power, he will wonder what we feared—and he will turn that suspicion on the throne itself. No…we will watch. We will study. And when the moment is right, we will act."

Silence settled over the table. Nappa looked away first.

At the far end of the chamber, a single scouter console pinged softly—fresh data, beamed from the nursery's hidden monitors.

King Vegeta turned to face it. As he read the latest power reading, he felt the cold hand of inevitability on his spine.

Even dormant, the child's combat power fluctuated wildly, sometimes peaking higher than any Great Ape transformation ever recorded.

He did not say it aloud, but in that moment he knew: if this infant survived to adulthood, no force in the empire would rival him.

And perhaps…no force in the universe.

In the isolation chamber, Kael's breathing slowed. Sleep took him again, deeper this time.

And in that darkness, fragments of another life stitched themselves together.

He remembered standing beneath a blue sky, watching meteors streak across the clouds. Remembered the moment when everything he knew vanished in a flash of annihilating white.

He remembered dying.

But he also remembered something else.

A wish.

A promise whispered as the light swallowed him.

Give me another chance. Let me be more than a witness to my own destruction.

And now, in this new body, with this impossible strength burning in his marrow, that wish had become reality.

When he dreamed, he dreamed of endless battles—worlds torn asunder by his power, enemies that never stopped coming, the thrill of combat that made his soul sing.

But in the deepest part of those dreams, a softer image flickered:

A woman with long, pale hair and eyes like starlight, smiling as she reached for him. A feeling he could not name—something warm, something vital.

He did not know her face. But somehow, he knew she was waiting.

From orbit, Frieza's flagship continued its silent vigil. Dozens of probes monitored the planet, each relaying its findings to the emperor's personal databanks.

Frieza watched the most recent visual feed—saw the infant in the containment chamber, so small yet radiating the ki of an ancient god.

His tail curled around the base of his throne.

"Such potential," he mused aloud. "And such inconvenience."

He raised one finger, considering. He could destroy Planet Vegeta now, erase the risk entirely. But no—he would wait. Observe. Sometimes, rare specimens required patience to cultivate.

A tiny smile played over his lips.

"Let the monkeys believe they can control their monster. When the time comes, it will be mine."

On Planet Vegeta, dawn broke in a blood-red glare across the desert plains.

Inside the containment chamber, Kael's eyes fluttered open, gold and unblinking.

He was not afraid. He was not confused.

He was simply ready.

Ready to learn what this universe had to teach.

Ready to forge his power into a blade no tyrant could ever dull.

Ready to reclaim every piece of himself that death had tried to steal.

The chamber's monitors began their soft, endless beeping, recording the heartbeat of a newborn who was already a legend.

One day, they would write epics about him.

For now, he was just an infant staring up at a world too small to hold him.

But soon—very soon—he would take his first steps.

And the universe would tremble.

End of Chapter 1