How dull.

Sitting in this darkness, confined within a small shell, it was utterly mind-numbing. At first, he was angry, livid even. Day and night he would pound and rage away at the shell. Screaming even as his underdeveloped vocal cords strained and tore. However, as the anger simmered down came desperation. As if a religious fanatic he would call out to God, surely that this was some kind of mistake, quite understandable really for such a busy being, yet he never got a reply. The 5 stages of grief: 1. Denial; 2. Anger; 3. Bargaining; 4. Depression; and 5. Acceptance.

He had cycled through them all multiple times.

Eventually, the anger grew tedious. There was nothing he could do but sleep and look through the memories that had been inherited by virtue of his Namekian heritage. Ki manipulation, healing techniques, and "magic". It seems that he was a Dragon Tribe member. While not a Saiyan as he had originally hoped for, at least it was still a humanoid race and not a mindless beast of some sorts.

A shudder racked through his frame everytime he thought of the possibility of being reborn as an actual slug or some strange shapeless blob. Considering the sheer scope of life in the universe he wouldn't doubt that they existed.

Left with nothing else to do, he practiced meditation and controlling his Ki. Unlike a lot of other races seen in the Dragon Ball world, Namekians weren't limited to just flying, enhancing their bodies, and shooting blasts out of their hands. They could do so many interesting things with their "magic" or genetic ability.

One of them was increasing their powers through meditation and refining their spirit and mind. And so he started to play with his inner life force. It was strange in which it was simultaneously like gaining a new limb, but also like riding a bicycle. Confusing, but it was the best analogy he could come up with.

He got the hang of it soon enough, although he was much too scared to try anything fancy, and likely explosive, in case he might accidentally kill himself or force a premature birth. Simply having the Ki flow throughout his body or light up the inside of his cocoon prison. Namekians evidently weren't like humans because even though it would still take quite some time until he could leave, his eyes were already well developed enough for him to enjoy the mini light show.

Time flew by as he found a new form of entertainment moving the energy all around his forming body. It moved by his own will, but there was a certain excitement and life-like sense to it, it responded to his call as if an excited puppy.

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Strange how much your thoughts clear when you're trapped as a fetus inside an alien egg for an undetermined amount of time. He didn't have much to do besides thinking of his possible future and how he could get stronger. He originally didn't have any grand ambitions, but the more he went over what he knew of his current "universe" the more he knew he had to get stronger. He had no intention to be some background character and die because of the whims of assholes like Freeza or Majin Buu, or any other random space fucks who decides it would be funny to blow up the damn planet. This is not to mention the fact that actual fucking God exists in this world, and he didn't mean the one that tossed him here. Zeno frankly didn't give a flying fuck about destroying an entire universe, the minor gods didn't do jackshit, people could fuck around with the timeline and he'd die without even knowing what happened, and Gods of Destruction were whimsical at best.

That gave him pause. If he was in Universe 7 his best bet would probably be finding Earth... Or rather living on Mars since nobody ever fucks up mars. It would be dangerous, but he could get stronger and have a safety net so to speak with Vegeta and Goku around and their dragon balls.

Was this Universe 7 or 6? Another one entirely? Perhaps one separate from the main Dragon ball world? Considering the fact Zenos hasn't come in gun blazing yet, should he consider myself safe? Then again the little asshole didn't really give a shit when Goku Black fucked up the timeline. Wait...Could he pull a Goku Black? Get himself a Proper Saiyan body? Maybe even Broly's?!

The first order of business would definitely be to find out what Universe he was and the timeline.

His daydreaming was interrupted when a sudden throbbing was felt all around him. It increased in pace and he could feel his pulse rapidly speeding up to match the rhythm. Suddenly his surroundings blinked with a light on and off from within. He could make out flashes of his environment. It was a smooth white shell covered in purple strands which connected to all part of his body as if a half-finished cocoon.

Soon the shell fell apart to fragments and he was greeted by a crowd of tall green slug people. They had two antennas on their foreheads and sections of their bodies having pink patches with red ridges.

"Hello there, little one."

if there was one thing Re:Monster ever got right... It was that having a bunch of bald green men smiling down at you as you're born was definitely not a pretty sight.

'Wait, shit I'm part of that ugly green men category now... and thinking back on it, Namekians were all the same asexual gender, which means I'm lacking a certain thing between my legs. Double Shit, I don't suppose there's any convenient evolution function for me to meet hot girls... Is there?' 

System? Check 1 Check 2. Status, Menu, Inventory, nope guess not.

Great, he's part of a race of overgrown space goblins. God, it was going to be a long couple of years.