"The longer I look around me the more I question my own sanity" I have no clue who I am. I've been sitting here on the ground for what has felt like hours. I remember useless information in my head such as Instagram, YouTube and whatever else comes to mind. But I can't remember my life, did I even have one?

My surroundings were nothing but a jungle, expanding god knows how far.

At this point I could safely assume I was just created but then these memories wouldn't make sense. I felt a sort of.. anger rise deep within me at the fact I have no identity. A sigh broke through the atmosphere, I had no choice. Let's figure this shit out, I stood up; stretching as I did. I heard a few cracking noises as the feeling of relief enveloped me. I was adjusting to my body, I couldn't tell if this was originally me or not.

A puddle of water was the guide to my image, I looked.. like a textbook Saiyan. Well, the tail was a dead giveaway. It felt strange having a third appendage I could control. I honestly couldn't understand too much, was I a Saiyan with the mind of a human? Or a human with the body of a Saiyan?

I crouched down, taking a better look at my "wardrobe".. if you could even call it that. A caveman-esque loincloth threatened the world around it as it kept my junk safe.

I shook away those troubling thoughts. I mean shit, did it even matter? I can't even remember what hand I jerked off with the most, let alone what I am. Let's at least get a foundation on who I am. First off, I look like I'm in my 20s. If I'm not then I want a damn refund.

I nodded my head at that notion, alright cool. Keep it simple.

My name.. Fuck.

Yeah, it ain't the easiest task choosing a permanent name. I can't just call myself Lucifer Uzumaki and call it a day. I was starting to feel a little stressed at it and the heat from the forest wasn't helping me. Let's try to keep it all simple, I slowly regained my cool and looked around, yet again.

"Tree? No, something with more pizzazz!" I snapped my fingers as I walked around,

To choose my name I need to figure out what I want. That's easier said than done! My therapist Dave was very adamant about a coping mechan-

Who the fuck is Dave? I scratched my stubble trying to recall the memory. I just can't figure it out, where the hell was all this information coming from? I can't recall any personal memories, just random bullshit!

I nearly growled at my inner turmoil but I was quickly interrupted from my thoughts by a ruffling noise coming from one of the bushes near me.

“You know now that I think about it this is one odd looking jungle”. Well, no. It was like a super jungle, is this what lies in Ohio??

I barely caught sight of it, my constant mumbling and overthinking heavily nerfing my own awareness levels. But something within me locked in, the assailant pounced towards me as I narrowly dodged.

A man stood before me, a very ugly one at that. He held a makeshift spear and his attire mimicked my own. His height on the other hand did not mimic mine, measuring maybe approximately 6ft tall.

Going off our height difference I might be pushing 7ft which was mind boggling to me! This didn't ease the attitude of my fellow man, hell no. He took that as a challenge. He thrusted the spear towards me, my instincts flared up once again warning me of potential danger.

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I sidestepped to the right avoiding impalement which surprised the caveman. He simply growled going for another stab, I backed up expecting the range to work but I underestimated the range of a fucking spear.

It stabbed into me, breaking apart. I felt a stinging sensation on my stomach. I knew that would leave a mark. I felt anger surge forward, it was nearly overwhelming but I ignored reason. I delivered a sloppy but powerful punch to the man's face. I felt his nose crumble against my knuckles, teeth narrowly missed my hand and his body was sent flying a few yards away.

His blood decorated my fist, but I didn't care for the anger I felt within me far surpassed all reason. I wanted to have another go at him but he was unresponsive to the world around him.

I slowly approached him, keeping a close eye for any sudden movements. The patch of bright green he laid on was painted a beautiful red. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. He wasn't breathing.

I killed him. I had killed another living being and yet I felt nothing? My humor slowly disappeared and I finally gained slight consciousness. Without the actual memories of a human I didn't have a proper personality. That realization dawned on me and for just the slightest second I finally took this new reality seriously.

But only for that second, the consciousness I had gained disappeared. And I simply laughed it off. How strong was I? I had killed that man in one punch. I flexed my muscles, a nice six pack I hadn't worked hard for at all was proof enough that I wasn't to be trifled with by your average male.

Wait if I'm a Saiyan.. can I use ki? I vividly recalled how the anime went and felt excitement surge forward similarly to the anger I felt earlier. I could fly! I could shoot beams out of my hands!

I tried focusing to see if I could access my inner energy and I felt something. It was comparable to feeling your heartbeat but it was oddly different. My hand slowly stretched forward as I focused, a warm sensation playfully touched my hand.

I opened my eyes and saw a small ball of white energy. My eyes widened like balloons and my heart skipped a beat. I pumped more energy into it watching the ball grow larger until it had become the same size as a person.

I smiled as I let go eager to see my prowess first hand, a mistake I hadn't even considered. As soon as it flew forward it collided with a tree which shook the ground underneath me. The explosion blinded my eyes, I was knocked back by the impact.

I writhed in pain cursing my own foolishness, my ears rang but I wasn't deaf. White spots adorned my vision but I wasn't blind. I groggily got up, thankfully I wasn't too close to the explosion. As soon as I could see properly I couldn't feel the pain anymore.

I only felt pride, a small crater was left there. Enough to put a grenade to shame, rivaling maybe a rocket. I smirked but was assaulted by an odd smell. My stomach growled warning me that I was hungry.

“Oh great, I'm hungry like a typical anime protagonist. All that's left is to pass out after using a cool technique for the first time!” I chuckled and directed my attention to the smell, my oh my what was the rock cooking?

Shock filled me when I saw the charred corpse of the man I killed. Oh, I fear I have cooked. I gulped looking at the appetizing body before me, I'm not a cannibal I can't just eat him. Besides that's unsanitary!

I recalled how the Saiyan's would eat planet inhabitants, the thought made me slightly nauseous but I considered the possibility. Taking a step forward I grabbed an arm that had come off the body, possibly due to my great power.

I felt a sense of pride at that fact as I bit into the metaphorical bullet. It didn't taste bad at all! Sure, I would have preferred the meat at least medium rare judging by the blood that filled my mouth but my stomach didn't mind in the slightest. Reminds me a lot of when I ate some badly cooked steak with my family.

Family. I had a family. I dropped the arm I had been munching on, grasping at my hair. I pulled, my scalp rebelled against my actions with pain. I can’t forget them! My family, who were they? I NEED TO FIND MY FAMILY.

Family. Family. The word started losing meaning to me, started to even sound alien to my very brain. The pit that was forming in my stomach disappeared, I slowly let go of my hair as I cared less and less. The last thought that forced itself into my head was..

“I need to find my family.” I don’t know why, honestly I don’t care much about it. But It wasn’t a half bad goal. I shrugged, sure whatever I’ll find the family. I patted myself on the head and picked up the arm to continue my feast.

As I munched on the arm I thought back to what my name should be and the only thing that truly resonated with me. That defined what I cared about most at this very moment.

Power.