2 My New Life

´Shortly after being sent off by that damn geezer...Well, excuse my language but that's how I will refer to that old geezer from now since right after I was sent off by him I got a weird notification that goes as followed´

++Congratulations on your reincarnation and thank you for accepting your reincarnation and partaking in our rebirth experiment! We wish you luck and best regards. This is an automated message and does not react to you.++

´I was so mad after I read that. That damn geezer actually lied to me! He freaking lied!! All get to be reborn my ass!!

And he even dared to just blatantly go on with it without my consent. Sure I did ask if I get reborn but I sure as hell did not agree to be reborn like this. At least give me another race or something like a damn system!´

Eric complained in his mind and meanwhile the whole time one could hear the loud crying of a baby. He was born right at that moment when he vanished from the white room.

It wasn't a really pleasant feeling, to say the least. He felt instant pain when feeling the cold air around him as if he was tossed from a warm blanket into a cold ice bath.

He was pretty sensitive and never imagined it would feel like that. Most people in other novels described the birth mostly painless or completely ignored the details but here is the ruthless truth.

He didn't like pain at all. But thinking about the world he is in now that could be a problem in itself. To survive he would not only need to get accustomed to the thought of being in the World of Dragon Ball, which means that everywhere death could wait for someone, but he also needs to become stronger for later.

And that all as a Human. This race was cannon fodder here!

He could probably only hope that he is faaar away from the timelines of Cell and Buu or else he could say goodbye to this life.

Well, he would revive if the canon story still acts but hell, since he is in this world its basically a new timeline where everything could happen differently because he doesn't belong to this world.

And that makes him scared. The butterfly effect is ruthless on that regard.

Maybe because of him, there is no Krillin or Yamcha or whatever other significant human z fighter.

Anyways, here he is. A newborn babe without any power. He couldn't even open his eyes yet and frankly, he probably doesn't want to since his experience with the air was already nasty. How would the light be?

Still, after some minutes he stopped complaining which made him stop crying and opened his eyes. His blue eyes gazed at his mother. She held him in her bosom and smiled all the while humming to him to calm him down.

He knew what she did but for the love of god, he couldn't see anything. It was all a big blurry mess. So he decided to close his eyes again and try to sleep since he actually is pretty tired.

"What's his name gonna be, madam?", someone asked from some meters away. It seemed to be the doctor or nurse being in charge of writing down newborn names.

´My name, huh. Now I am interested what that's gonna be.´, Eric thought sarcastically. He liked his own name. There is nothing really good coming out of this and he knew it.

Just remembering afew names like Trunks and Bra made him shudder.

"We will call him Darc.", said a soft and exhausted voice. It was his mother's voice.

´Well, I guess from now on I am Darc. Is it written Dark or Dars or Darc I wonder? It does sound like Dars. Well, I will see that later. Don't really have anything against that name actually. In this world, all names are kinda some mix-ups. Like the already mentioned underwear variations for Bulma´s family?´

Come to think of it. He wondered if people actually had family names here. Some seem to have but others don't. The Dragon Ball world seems to be a very inconsistent world.

"A good name, miss", another person agreed on the choice. "He will become a splendid young man."

"HA HA! My boy! Let me see him!", said another rough voice.

It was his father that talked the last sentence and tried to grab him which Darc instantly denied with crying out loud.

"..." His father remained frozen at that reaction and a sweet chuckle was heard.

"Seems like he doesn't want to leave me. Such a good little boy. Mommy is best, right?"

"Kibini, don't be like that. I am actually hurt...", reacted the rough voice to the support the woman gave her child.

"I know, Truff.But you can clearly see he cries out when you try to touch him...I am really sorry but I need to stand by his side on this matter. Later it will surely be better."

"..." Truff looked rejected and went to a chair to sit on and started sulking. His own son didn't like him. What was this?

´Sorry but I do not like being moved around right now. I still feel some pain.´

The medic team couldn't hold back a little bit of their laughter and encouraged Truff that everything will be okay when Darc becomes older. He got all the time in the world to get his favor.

They gave some advice to Kibini that she should rest for now and if anything was amiss she should call them immediately. Afterward, they left the room.

"He has beautiful blue eyes like you, honey", Kibini said to Truff who was still sulking. She kinda got guilty and should at least tell him what she saw when Darc opened his eyes for that short moment of time.

Truff immediately got better and scratching his cheek while looking at her.

"Is that so? Then let's hope he has your raven black hair and not my green hair. That would suit him most."

Truff liked his wife's hair a lot and would always compliment her on it. Was that weird? Maybe but he didn't care.

Both chatted and laughed about various stuff until Truff left and Kibini slowly fell asleep because of exhaustion.

Meanwhile, in the baby crib, Darc was wracking his brain about various stuff he needs to do and how he should go about it.

One thing was for certain. He needs to train martial arts to survive. He should start as soon as possible but that will probably take at least 3 years before he can do anything with this body of his.

He also needs to find out which year it is right now to know what events happen at what time. Best would be to know how old Goku or Bulma is. With that, he could calculate all the other stuff easily.

Actually, if they are not alive yet or somewhere around after the Frieza saga then he could be a little screwed. A little at least.

Also, he may not look like it but he was an immense fan of Dragon Ball when he was younger back in the days...Hell, he is 0 years old right now.

Regarding that matter, he should also think about his age. As a human, he has limited time to get stronger before getting old and death coming to his doorsteps.

So many problems without solutions. For now at least. He will tackle them and try to conquer them.

Well, he will wrack his brain about that whole mess some other time. First comes first.

He needs to overcome the time until he can walk and speak properly...

After all, that geezer really let him be born completely new as a baby. Not even skipping his toddler stage...

That's so much wasted time lying around, burping and shitting his diaper.....

That's gonna be a long time. The more he thinks about it, the more he hates that old geezer.

Yes, if he ever meets that geezer again, he will strangle him.