Saiyan's Sorrow

The laboratory alarms shrilled and red warning lights flashed in the corridors. I huddled in the corner of the training cabin, listening to the explosions one after another outside. This was the first time I saw a real battle. Through the explosion-proof glass of the training chamber, I saw a black-haired warrior fighting Frieza's elite troops. His combat uniform was torn, revealing strong muscles, and his black hair was dancing wildly under the impact of energy. Each punch was thunderous, and energy waves raged in the corridor. I have never seen such a powerful warrior. His combat power value jumped crazily on my detector, and finally settled on a breathtaking number - 18,000. "Kakarot!" He roared angrily, punching three elite warriors in the chest, "you traitor!" The liquid in the culture chamber suddenly shook violently, and I felt an unprecedented surge of energy in my body. This is not a genetic modification fluid injected in a laboratory, but a power from deep within the blood. My hair moves automatically without wind, and golden aura flows around me. At this moment, I understood my identity - I am a Saiyan, the last bloodline of that legendary fighting nation. The walls of the laboratory collapsed under the impact of energy, and I saw the black-haired warrior turn his head, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes. "Lord Raditz!" I heard the researcher's horrified cry, "Experimental Subject X-37 has an abnormal reaction!"