The day I was born, they declared my power level was "4", which immediately labeled me as a low-class Saiyan.
That same fate meant I could only see my parents through the glass of the incubator.
When Planet Vegeta exploded, I saw it from afar, through the window of the spaceship.
I saw it happen.
Of course, I didn't know who had sent the ship, but what I would remember forever… was the ship.
During the journey, it tried to mess with my mind, but I resisted.
"What it's telling me makes no sense."
«Conquer the planet, destroy its race, make contact, and we'll come for you...»
"Who? They're all dead."
And that's why I resisted. For months, I endured that psychological torture without losing my sanity.
Or at least... I think I did.