I updated the previous chapter because I had written something, but when I reread it, a part was missing, so there are some little things [that were added/changed].
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In the last few days, I've noticed the presence of a Saiyan woman coming here from time to time, a tall and muscular woman wearing the standard Frieza Army armor, but leaving her thick and muscular thighs exposed. She was the type of woman that some degenerates from my past life would think about asking to step on them.
She reminded me of Mirko, but instead of a rabbit motif, she had the monkey theme of our Saiyan race.
I think she's my mother, no... I know she's my mother. This must be why they leave us in these incubators to download basic information, because elite Saiyans, warriors, can't waste their training time studying basic things that can be passed on this way, according to what the scientists said before. I don't have a father, but hey, I'm better off than most reincarnated people, where a large part of them are just orphans. Well, in my past life I had neither father nor mother, as both died when I was 18, so this is already a big step forward.
She usually comes here to look at me for a few seconds with a look that I imagine says longing, but she quickly returns to a serious face. She doesn't usually say anything and leaves after a few minutes here, but today she spoke. She spoke to me.
"Leekon, when the prince leaves the incubator, I'll get you out of there too." I understand that if she takes me out now, before Vegeta, it might somehow insult that arrogant king who had the audacity to try and deceive the God of Destruction himself.
I nod my head in agreement to her, then, soon after that, she left again, leaving me dreaming again with my thoughts.
'Leekon, hmm, I like the name much better than the one from my past life, so much better that I prefer not to even think about it.'
Just as she had said, the following week, Vegeta left his capsule when a team of elite Saiyans came to pick him up. On the same day, a little later, my mother also came to get me. She stood in front of my capsule and pressed a button where all the liquid drained from my incubator. Immediately after that, my oxygen mask, which allowed me to breathe in here, also detached from my face.
Instantly, I fell to the metal floor of the room, finally free from my glass confinement that held me here.
Then I look at my mother who observes me throughout this moment. She then says, "Get up and get dressed, we're going home. Tomorrow your training will begin." And then she throws armor at me. Her tone of voice is serious, with no room to argue or say anything back. Not that I want to, I'm quite eager to train, especially a match against another Saiyan to test myself.
I quickly put on the armor. Thank goodness it has pants; I didn't want to walk around looking like I was in my underwear.
I say, "Okay, m... mother." Damn, calling her mother was harder than I thought it would be, but I let it slide, I don't want to think about it.
When I called her mom, I could have sworn I saw her lip curve slightly upwards, almost imperceptibly, a sign of affection that Saiyans rarely feel for family.
After saying those words, she starts to leave without saying anything else or looking back. I follow her closely. When we leave this incubator room, I realize it's next to a palace. I imagine it's where the king lives, so his castle is next door, but I don't remember him ever visiting his own son, except for the first time he saw Broly.
Looking around, I realize how beautiful this planet is, very different from the Dragon Ball Z version. The sky is blue instead of blood-red, and it's rocky, yes, but not just pure solid rock. Here there is also beautiful vegetation, I noticed various, Saiyans. The members of my race around with their chests puffed and I also saw several alien races walking around, one with the appearance of an insect, another looking like a green ball with arms and legs and a single eye.
… I could have sworn I saw a woman with three breasts and three legs. How does that even work?
While I was walking around looking like an idiot tourist, my mother pulled on the collar of my armor.
"We've arrived, Leekon."
I look at what will be my new home for the next 5 years. It's a small house, as expected. A big house for someone who is constantly away on missions to conquer planets is useless, just a large space to clean when you return, if you don't have a cleaner or family to take care of it while you're away.
She quickly enters the house without waiting for me, so I quickly follow her.
When I entered, I was surprised at how clean and organized this house was. I don't think that's what I was expecting from a Saiyan's house, but I liked it.
"Are you hungry?" She asks.
ROOOOAR~~
The moment she asks that question, I feel my stomach roar like a T-rex, a hunger I hadn't realized until now. Damn, I'd been getting nutrients from the liquid in the machine for weeks, I needed to chew something solid, I needed meat.
"Yes, Mom, a lot." I say hastily and eagerly, which brings another small smile to her face.
"I'll prepare some food for us," she says, pulling me towards the kitchen. I sit down at the table and watch the little she had spoken of turn into a mountain of food, mostly meat, enough to feed a family of four for a week.
I watch drooling as she places the enormous plates of food on the table, and I attack immediately without waiting for permission. She just watches me eat for a while, but the Saiyan genes are strong, and she doesn't resist for long and starts devouring the food faster than me, apparently not wanting to lose out.
After we were full and stopped eating like monsters, Mom looks at me and says, "It's late, Leekon, go to sleep, your training starts early tomorrow," in a serious tone.
Yes, I'm looking forward to it. I go to my room, but before closing the door behind me, I look at her and say, "Good night, Mom."
She opens her mouth, but says nothing, simply nods back.
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Just to be clear, she is the rare type of Saiyan who cares about her family. She loved her husband, but he died. So, when she returned from her last mission, she decided to take care of the last memory of her husband, that is, her son. Even though she's a bit cold, she loves him fraternally.