The Resolve of the Weak

Yuujin had always doubted whether the world he had been reborn into was truly the Dragon Ball universe, but now he could finally be certain.

It wasn't Dragon Ball. This definitely wasn't Dragon Ball!

Vegeta! Broly! Kakarot!

If anyone dared to say this was the real Dragon Ball again, he'd fight them to the death!!!

This was perhaps just a parallel world similar to Dragon Ball. Based on Yuujin's understanding, this was the only conclusion he could come to.

How could someone turn those muscular men from the original Dragon Ball into cute girls, one after another? Yuujin couldn't fathom what kind of entity could achieve something so bizarre.

But whoever did it was definitely insane!

Turning around, Yuujin jumped onto the crib.

Looking at the peacefully sleeping Broly and Kakarot, it was impossible for him not to feel any emotion.

Judging from the behavior of that Princess Vegeta, aside from the gender swap, Broly and Kakarot likely retained most of their other characteristics from the original Dragon Ball.

One was the legendary Super Saiyan, who only appeared once every thousand years in Saiyan history. The other was the child of destiny in this world.

Both of them would be future powerhouses!

Bending down, Yuujin pinched Broly's chubby cheeks and tugged at them from side to side. Only when she was about to wake up did he quickly let go. He then moved over to Kakarot and did the same.

What a delightful feeling! Yuujin felt a sense of fulfillment, as if he could die without regrets...

Jumping back to the ground, Yuujin didn't linger and directly walked out of the nursery.

"Sirus, in three days they'll be testing the combat aptitude of those little brats inside. During this time, you're responsible for taking good care of them. If anything goes wrong, I'll make sure you experience hell!"

As Yuujin stepped out, a Gurian alien said this viciously to him.

The other was just a Saiyan slave, much like Yuujin, relegated to menial tasks. Yuujin also remembered that taking care of those babies inside was supposed to be his job.

"I'll take care of them," Yuujin responded emotionlessly.

It wasn't that Yuujin didn't want to refuse; he simply didn't have the right to.

Even though the other person was just a slave, they still had several hundred points of combat power. If Yuujin clashed with them, he'd be dead in minutes.

Seeing how obedient Yuujin was, the Gurian smirked coldly and swaggered away.

Everyone here knew Yuujin was always meticulous in his work, rarely making mistakes. That's precisely why he had been tasked with watching over the Saiyan infants. These little brats were extremely difficult to care for. If anything went wrong, the ruthless Saiyans would kill without hesitation. Now that the burden had been shifted to the useless Sairos, the Gurian could rest easy.

Although Yuujin was a Saiyan, he was a disgrace to the race, and nobody would stand up for him. He was weak and easily bullied, so as long as things didn't go too far, everyone could push him around and give him orders.

Yuujin knew all of this. As long as it didn't cross his bottom line, he accepted his fate.

After all, he was weak, and the weak must have the resolve to endure it.

Over the next few days, Yuujin's task was to take care of this batch of newborn Saiyan babies.

Unlike fragile human babies, Saiyan infants were incredibly resilient. Even though they had just been born, they were already crawling around. Every now and then, an unruly one would crawl out of their little nest and fall to the floor, wailing loudly.

Yuujin had done this kind of work before, so he managed to handle it.

Even though the Saiyan bloodline carried violent tendencies, these little ones didn't know anything yet. Yuujin wasn't afraid of them. As long as you were gentle and kind to them, they would naturally warm up to you. This was a basic instinct for any living being.

In Yuujin's view, although Saiyans were born with some violent traits, most of their brutality likely came from the environment they grew up in.

In such a cold and cruel world, even the kindest person would be twisted.

Among the many babies, Yuujin naturally paid special attention to Broly and Kakarot.

There was no need to say much about Kakarot, the child of destiny who would go on to save Earth and the universe countless times. Anyone could have problems, but not her.

Although Yuujin had been reborn as a Saiyan, he felt no attachment to this cold, heartless race. His heart still longed for that blue Earth and the simple humans living there.

As for Broly, Yuujin saw her as his ticket to survival. Although he wasn't sure if he could rely on her, that was a problem for the future. Broly, who had the potential to explode at any time, was not someone Yuujin dared to take lightly. He was always watching over her closely.

If she was hungry, he quickly fed her. If she was thirsty, he fetched her water. Worried that she might be uncomfortable lying down, Yuujin would even gently massage her tiny arms and legs to improve circulation. He treated her like a little goddess.

Just like in the original story, although Broly had just been born, her immense latent power was already beginning to awaken. The energy she unconsciously released would always scare Kakarot into crying loudly.

Whenever this happened, Yuujin would first soothe Broly and then comfort Kakarot.

Unlike the other babies, Broly always had a calm, expressionless face. She never fussed or cried. When Yuujin comforted her, she would even withdraw her energy and settle down quietly.

As for Kakarot, because Yuujin often played with her and gave her tasty treats, she grew surprisingly attached to him. Whenever Yuujin tended to the other babies, she would cling to his head, babbling noisily.

And so, the three days passed in a flash. It was soon time to test the combat potential of the babies.

One by one, the infants were placed on the testing platform. After a quick scan, their combat potential could be read.

At present, most Saiyans on Planet Vegeta were lower-class warriors. There were only about ten mid-class warriors, and the only upper-class warriors were King Vegeta and Princess Vegeta.

The rank of a warrior was determined by the results of these tests.

Most babies had combat potentials in the hundreds, which was normal. As they grew and trained, their combat power would likely reach over a thousand, qualifying them as lower-class warriors.

However, those with a combat potential below one hundred were deemed hopeless weaklings, unworthy of staying on Planet Vegeta. They would be sent to low-level planets with no strong enemies. If they could conquer those planets and improve their combat power, they might later be allowed to return as proud Saiyan warriors.

The testing went quickly, and before long, only Broly and Kakarot remained...

To be continued...