Reborn as Baby

~ Omniscient Pov ~

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"By the way... You'll both need to prep yourselves. To make this fair, I'll make sure to use power have as high as your max this time, it should even this out." Michael powered down even further lowering his level of strength greatly.

Rei grinned, "That might work against you ya' know. Underestimating the both of us like that." 

Saya on the other hand upped her guard, not wanting to be too cocky for her own good...

"Alright... Can't say I didn't warn you, Rei." He responded, but his eyes glimpsed towards Saya, smiling, 'At least she's heeding the warning I gave... She seems carefree type, but she definitely isn't an idiot...' He noted that about her for now.

Fwish~

"What the?! Gourh!!!" Rei instantly felt her stomach caving in from the impact a fist connecting to her abdomen... 'J-Just what t-the hell was that!' She couldn't even speak. She was rendered completely mute from how fast and how sudden the attack was.

Rei stumbled back, clutching her stomach as she gasped for air. Her legs trembled under her weight, and her wide eyes darted toward Michael, who stood calmly, his fist still raised as if nothing had happened.

"Too slow," Michael said, his tone almost teasing, though his eyes remained sharp.

'What the hell just happened?' Rei thought, her mind racing. She hadn't even seen him move. One second, she was standing ready, and the next, she was doubled over, the impact of his strike still reverberating through her body.

Saya took a cautious step back, her heart racing as she observed the scene. She upped her guard further, her instincts screaming at her to stay on high alert. "Rei! Are you alright?" she called, keeping her gaze locked on Michael.

Rei straightened slowly, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. "I'm fine," she muttered, though her voice was strained. She gritted her teeth, her pride stinging far more than the physical pain.

Michael's smile remained calm and unshaken. "I warned you. Even at half your max strength, I'm not going to hold back on technique..."

Rei growled, her ki flaring around her as she shot forward, aiming a punch directly at Michael's face. "You're gonna regret that!"

But just as her fist closed in, Michael tilted his head slightly, the attack missing him by a fraction of an inch. Before she could recover, he stepped forward, closing the gap between them with terrifying speed...

"Too predictable." he said, his voice low.

He brought his leg up in a sharp kick aimed at her side. Rei managed to block it with both arms at the last second, but the sheer force sent her skidding back across the ground, her feet digging into the dirt as she struggled to maintain balance.

Saya, seeing the opening, dashed toward Michael from behind. Her fists crackled with energy as she aimed a flurry of rapid strikes at his back. Unlike Rei, she didn't rely on raw power alone, mixing feints into her attacks to try and keep him guessing...

But Michael was already a step ahead of both of them. Without turning around, he sidestepped her strikes with ease, his movements fluid and terrifyingly precise. "Not bad..." he said, glancing over his shoulder. "But definitely not good enough."

Saya spun, aiming a kick at his midsection, but Michael caught her leg effortlessly, holding it in place.

Her eyes widened in shock. "No way—"

Michael smirked, twisting her leg slightly before releasing her, forcing her to stumble back to regain her footing. "At least you're keeping me on my toes," he said, his tone playful.

Rei regrouped with Saya, her expression equally tinged with both frustration and determination. "He's just toying with us." she muttered under her breath.

Saya nodded, sweat beading on her forehead. "Yeah, no kidding. But... he's not invincible. If we can't match him in technique, we need to overwhelm him with teamwork."

Rei's grin returned, her confidence reigniting. "Right. Let's see how he handles both of us coming at him full force."

Michael watched as their auras flared brightly, the ground beneath them cracking under the pressure of their combined ki. He smiled faintly, settling into a defensive stance.

"Now we're talking, haha!" he laughed. "Show me what you've both got."

The two women launched themselves at him simultaneously, their movements coordinated and relentless. Rei attacked from the left, her fists blazing with energy as she unleashed a series of devastating punches aimed at his upper body. At the same time, Saya came in low from the right, her strikes targeting his legs to destabilize him.

Michael's eyes narrowed, his body shifting with precision as he dodged and blocked their attacks. Their coordination was impressive, forcing him to stay on the defensive for the first time in the fight.

'They're actually improving... That's a Saiyan for you...' he thought to himself, a spark of respect flickering lightly in his eyes.

But even as they pressed him, his calm demeanor never wavered, not even a smidgen. With a sudden instantaneous burst of speed, he slipped between their attacks, delivering a sharp elbow to Rei's side and a spinning kick to Saya's midsection in the same motion...

The two Saiyan women were sent flying in opposite directions with incredible force, skipping then quickly landing hard on the ground.

Michael straightened, dusting off his hands as he looked at them with a calm but challenging gaze. "You're stronger than I expected. But if you want to beat me, you'll have to be more creative than that."

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The onlookers in the crowd murmured amongst themselves, some in disbelief, others in awe. Most of them had already accepted that Michael wasn't just another warrior—he was something else entirely. The way he moved, his level of control, the precision in his strikes… It wasn't just raw power; it was a level of absolute mastery with the Saiyan combat arts...

But unbeknownst to the fighters, someone else watched from afar, partially hidden from view. Their arms remained crossed, their tail flicking once behind them as their sharp eyes locked onto Michael with a mix of intrigue and apprehension.

A bead of sweat trailed down their temple.

'The king said he could handle that new Saiyan. But all those moves of his… They're nothing short of being sublime.'

Their smirk remained, but it was clearly uneasy now.

They had been skeptical of the rumors surrounding Michael at first. The idea that some outsider could push Talmos to even consider exerting himself seemed ridiculous. And yet, here he was—effortlessly dominating two the most well-trained Saiyans on the planet while barely even trying.

The observer clenched their fists. Not out of fear, but out of excitement...

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A few hours have already went by at this point.

Michael exhaled lightly, stepping back as he surveyed the battlefield. Rei lay on the ground, utterly exhausted, her chest rising and falling heavily. Saya, though still standing, was barely holding herself up, her legs trembling beneath her.

"It's time I end this little training session of ours here," Michael announced, his tone even and composed.

Saya looked up at him, her body swaying slightly. "I-It's over?…" she panted, barely believing it.

Rei didn't respond—she didn't even try. Instead, her body simply gave out, and she collapsed onto her back, too drained to even think of moving from where she was.

Michael simply smiled faintly. "You both did well, a bit better than I expected." He turned his back to them, stretching slightly as if the entire fight had been nothing more than a light warm-up.

"Rest up well you two..." he added casually. "You'll need it."

Without another word, he started walking away, his eyes already shifting toward the dense forest beyond the training grounds...

In an instant, he disappeared from everyone's vision, leaving a gust of wind behind...

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As he moved, his expression darkened slightly, his focus no longer on the battle but on something else entirely. His mind reached out, connecting to a familiar presence—a fragment of himself, a parasite copy that had been operating independently for hours now.

'Report.'

The response came instantly.

'The process is complete. I snuck out as planned once I finished absorbing the necessary traits from the Saiyan king.'

Michael's smirk returned, satisfied. 'Good. You've been waiting for my command, then?'

'Yes. I've remained hidden until further notice. Do you wish to proceed with the merge?'

Michael stopped at the edge of the forest, his fingers flexing slightly. He could already feel the anticipation building in his veins.

'Yes. It's time. Let's see how much stronger I get.'

Without hesitation, he moved deeper into the trees, the moonlight barely filtering through the thick canopy above. The forest was silent, save for the occasional rustling of leaves in the wind.

Then, from the darkness, a figure stepped forward.

It was him—or rather, a smaller, slightly altered version of himself... The parasite clone stood before him, its features almost identical but now carrying an unmistakable resemblance to the Saiyan king himself... The sheer energy radiating from it was overwhelming, far greater than before. Relatively speaking of course.

Michael's smirk widened. "Heh; You really did a good job."

The parasite clone nodded. "Of course... Though~ merging now will probably change your body like it did before... I recommend we go back to the caverns, and then set up the energy dampening barrier like we did last time."

Michael took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders a little before nodding, "You're right... It's best we not waste any more time, right?" But, he thought of what the clone had said on a deeper level; he just hoped that the process wouldn't be as bad as the last one was...

After dashing once again, it didn't take him long to find back the old cavern he initially transformed in...

'Alright, Let's go in and get this process over with...' Michael quickly found the center of the cave, seeing the old tentacles that wrapped around him before, he even saw a cocoon like structure in the middle, the place in which the Saiyan women likely found him.

"This place sure brings back my missing memories..." He sarcastically said to himself.

"Alright, this should do... HMMPH!!!" With a wave of his arm, a dense force came forth, quickly surrounding the innards of the cavern completely...

He turned back to his clone, "I'm ready... Start the process."

The parasite clone gave a firm nod, stepping forward as its form began to ripple unnaturally. "Understood."

Michael exhaled, steadying himself as he stood at the center of the cavern, his gaze flickering toward the cocoon-like structure that still lingered from his previous transformation. It was a grim reminder of what had happened last time—of the raw, agonizing process that reshaped him.

'Let's hope this isn't as bad…'

The parasite's body shifted, tendrils of dark energy slithering outward before surging toward him. The moment they made contact, Michael felt it—an immense pressure coiling around his very being, sinking into his skin, his muscles, his bones. His body tensed involuntarily, his instincts roaring in protest.

Then, it began.

A jolt of raw energy surged through him like lightning striking his core. Michael clenched his jaw, his breath hitching as his muscles constricted painfully. Every fiber of his being was tearing and reforming, twisting itself to accommodate the new power being grafted onto him.

His vision blurred, the cavern around him warping as if reality itself was distorting. He could feel the Saiyan king's traits integrating—his instincts sharpening, his body refining itself even further. His sense of battle awareness expanded, new insights flooding into his mind.

But with it came the pain.

A deep, suffocating agony spread through his chest, unlike anything he had felt before. He staggered forward, gripping his sides as a pulsating force erupted within him, his aura flaring chaotically.

"Grrrgh…!" Michael let out a strained growl, his breathing ragged.

His clone, still partially fused to him, observed him with eerie calmness. "Your body is resisting less than before." it noted, its voice smooth but distant. "But you should still brace yourself… It looks like the deeper changes are about to start."

"Wha-?"

Before Michael could fully register the warning, another wave of raw evolution crashed through him. His body expanded, his cells rapidly evolving to accommodate the overwhelming influx of power. His Ki twisted, darkening, then flared even stronger than before, stabilizing into something more refined—more lethal.

Rumble~

Rumble~

The cavern trembled under the sheer force radiating from him. The dampening barrier flickered for a moment before re-adjusting itself, containing the overwhelming energy spiraling from his form...

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After half an hour of excruciating pain... Michael finally let out a deep exhale, the pain gradually subsiding as his body settled. He slowly opened his eyes, the once-familiar glow in them now carrying something more to it. 

Not only that, feint arcs of lighting settled over him as he felt the changes in his body... A much deeper awareness. A new level of strength entirely.

Flexing his fingers, he felt the difference immediately. His control was definitely sharper, his movements… effortless. It was as if his body had been perfectly tuned to an even higher level of efficiency.

A smirk tugged at his lips...

"This!" he mumbled to himself, rolling his shoulders, "feels incredible..."

The last remnants of the parasite clone now fully dissolved into him, its energy seamlessly merging into his own... The transformation was now fully complete. He shifted his hair a bit, realizing that the bangs in front of his face had grown a bit; as well as his height...

Michael, if he could even be called such; stood there for a moment, taking in the stillness of the cavern, the weight of his newfound strength settling over him as if it was a second skin.

Then, he turned toward the entrance, his smirk widening further...

"Oh yeah~ I definitely feel the change with this one..."

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END