Chapter 2: 2: Rebirth!

After their life ended in old age, our protagonist clearly remembered what happened on that particular day, although perhaps because of their advanced age, unlike their younger self who was extremely nervous, the protagonist viewed this opportunity with calm but also with joy.

Being reborn was far better than the absolute nothingness that is death! Because for a brief moment, before she could see the light again, she was plunged into absolute darkness, the worst thing? she knew that she was not alone.

But good! She had been reborn as Bulma Brief, one of the brightest minds in all of Dragon Ball, and although it may not seem like it, she is one of the key plot points of this world.

However, she wouldn't be like a typical reincarnate who didn't take her rebirth seriously, thinking that simple foresight or knowledge of the canon would keep her safe. She didn't care about the original story at all.

Yes, there was an evil egg on Earth and a galactic emperor in the universe, so what, she had advantages! She was no longer just a powerless human who would be defeated in a few years by guys who could destroy cities with a single breath.

No, she would reach for the stars, metaphorically and perhaps literally. Perhaps because of her different genetics than a normal human, Bulma could perceive the world around her very early on.

She was "aware" of herself from the moment an unscrupulous nurse spanked her after she was born, causing her to instinctively cry.

Poetically, her first real breath in this world is also little Bulma's first flash of true self-awareness, but normally no one would notice something like that, we just forget that Bulma's family isn't normal.

"Mom! Look, the baby is looking around," a little blonde girl touched baby Bulma's cheek, her eyes full of curiosity at her younger sister's actions.

"That means she's very smart, right, dear?" said a blonde woman lying on the bed in what seemed to be a hospital room.

She was holding little Bulma, who was constantly teased by her sister, causing the baby to frown. But her expression only made her older sister more amused.

"She's smart, she's my daughter," said a young man with long blue hair, dressed in a white robe and a strange black cat that wouldn't leave his shoulder for some reason.

"Of course she is, and she will be a very beautiful lady in the future," the blonde woman cradled her daughter, stroking the baby's sparse blue hair, inherited from her father.

"Bikini, don't spoil her like Tights did," the man said, regretting that he hadn't supervised his daughter's growth.

Although Tights, his eldest daughter, had inherited certain special traits from her modified genetics and was more intelligent than the general population, she was strongly influenced by her mother, and now the girl has strange ideas about exploring the world to write novels.

Sometimes Dr. Brief wondered if it was right to marry Bikini until he noticed his wife's huge tits and realized that even though he was considered a man of science, he couldn't escape male instincts.

"What are you going to name her?" asked Tights, who had stopped teasing her sister, now she was curious what kind of name to give her.

"Bulma, of course, what else?" Bikini replied quickly, stroking her daughter's little nose, and making her laugh.

"Ok..." Dr. Brief wanted to smoke, he loved his wife and daughter, but sometimes he felt that he didn't have much to talk about with them, he just hoped that Bulma would be different.

Well, the differences came quickly. Dr. had a routine of running routine tests on his family to monitor their health and genetic interventions. His forte was mechanics and software, but as a genius, he was able to make certain subtle changes to their DNA for himself and his wife.

Who wouldn't want better health and beauty? Although he kept only the health benefits, he made his wife beautiful until she died. No wrinkles will appear on Bikini until she dies because of his interventions.

He did not delve too deeply into this field either, genetic stability was not a game, and he was not the ultimate expert in this field to tamper with it recklessly, although as an experiment he did introduce some change in both himself and his wife.

A change that was not active and that was to be passed on to his children, who could easily accept and integrate it due to the malleability of an embryo's genes. That's why Tights was smart, and that's why he was about to experience a miracle.

As a renowned scientist with his own company and thousands of patents behind him, he knew some interesting things about the world. For example, he knew that it was a strange drug that turned many people into anthropomorphic animals.

Many animals had superior intelligence, even if they did not speak, not to be confused with real animal people, those who could speak, but there were certain "wild" animals with apparent intelligence.

He had also gotten a strange ball that was supposed to be part of a set that if you put them all together would allow you to make a wish, although he didn't believe much in it, the object was beautiful to him and he kept it somewhere.

He knew of the Red Ribbon, a supposedly anti-government army, but one that operated mostly in remote places and rarely intervened in large housing developments.

He also knew about the supposed martial artists and their 'prowess', as well as the supposed god of martial arts, someone who was said to be over 200 years old, something he didn't believe in...

"If this data is correct, Bulma will live at least 500 years," Dr. Brief said as he looked at a screen.

His amazement was such that he ignored the pain from the ash of the cigarette he was smoking, but the results he had in front of him were so shocking that if they were real and not a malfunction of his equipment, they would truly be a milestone.

Just to be sure, and in keeping with his scientific rigor, he checked his machines and ran the same tests several times with different equipment. He even had a flash of inspiration and improved his analysis technology, but only got much more detailed data, which made his astonishment even greater.

What did the doctor see? Simple, the results of his youngest daughter's analysis, which showed different values than normal humans, it was as if nature had taken the genetic advantages and perfected them, improving them to something he could not achieve with his poor gene editing skills.

If it weren't for the fact that his daughter was barely a day old, he would have put her through strenuous physical activities to gather more data, or perhaps given her an extensive intelligence test to prove his findings.

"A natural mutant, born of the artificial..." muttered Brief, amazed at what he had found.

Mutants were a subject he had encountered many times during his studies of genetics, he had even seen people who, without any training or technological advantage, could do things no one else could.

"Hahahahahaha! She's perfect... but I can't let anyone try to reproduce these things, this is a unique miracle and it would put my daughter in danger if someone got twisted ideas!" the doctor's eyes glowed with determination.

He knew that there were some good-hearted scientists in the world, but there were some who were truly evil, like the famous Dr. Gero, who no matter how infamous he was, still published his articles on robotics and genetics.

Ironically, the modifications he made himself were inspired by those articles, but for that very reason, he understood just how evil this man, who was rumored to accept funding from anyone, no matter how antisocial, could become.

"Maybe I should develop some useful things for them," the man muttered before he stroked the black cat on his shoulder to calm it down.

Bulma, who didn't know that her father was very worried about her, enjoyed her lunch while experiencing some wonderful situations. Without much effort, she seemed to feel the deep love her mother had for her, as well as the smoldering interest of her sister Tights.

'I seem to be able to feel my mother's and my sister's emotions on a small scale,' thought the baby, who enjoyed being breastfed.

Yes, she realized that her empathic abilities were beginning to manifest, and even though it was only a small range, it allowed her to truly feel what others felt for her.

'But it's risky, I don't want to be a puppet of other people's emotions,' Bulma thought, reminded of certain empathic characters in fiction.

She didn't want to be a virgin Mary like Steven Universe or a broken puppet that was an amalgam of emotions like Jean Gray, nor did she want Vash's psychological traumas, so moderating her ability was crucial.

"Mommy! I want some of your milk, too!" said Tights, watching curiously as her mother fed her little sister.

"Sorry honey, all the milk is for your sister Bulma, you don't need it, you have teeth," Bikini replied calmly.

Although many thought she was stupid, she was not. A foolish woman wouldn't go as far as she did, she was just a little naive and clueless, but what could not be denied was the love she had for her family.

"Okay, can I feed Bulma mashed potatoes?" Tights wanted to feed her sister like her mother did, but the only thing she could think of was to feed her mashed potatoes because it was obvious that Bulma had no teeth.

"She's too little for that, but soon she can, she'll grow up big and strong, all ladylike," Bikini burst out laughing as she started to imagine the hairstyles and clothes she would put on her daughter when she grew up.

Bulma's good taste in the original story was something she learned from Bikini, who, though not a great scientist like her husband, was a renowned fashion designer.

Do you think Brief would only marry a vase, he was lustful, not a fool! She was in charge of making the Capsule Corporation's products eye-catching, taking care of the company's marketing, otherwise, everything would look very mechanical, and not attractive at all.

"Then I want it to grow up," Tights replied, a little bored.

"Soon, but you have to take advantage now, maybe I won't let you touch her cheeks in the future," Bikini commented, making her daughter smile.

"Her cheeks are soft!" the girl exclaimed, startling her father who had just entered the living room.

"Are they soft?" the doctor asked doubtfully.

She hadn't spent much time with her newborn daughter, not even holding her. To correct that, he even decided to take a bath before approaching, he didn't want his daughter to smell his cigarette breath.

"Yes, do you want to hold her? I'm done feeding her," Bikini offered the baby to her husband after making Bulma burp with gentle pats on her back.

Brief held his daughter awkwardly, he wasn't very used to it and was afraid of dropping her, but when he saw his daughter's eyes riveted on him, he felt that he couldn't let anything happen to her.

"My dearest Bulma," the man whispered as he rocked his daughter, but he also sat down next to Tights because he wanted to spend time with both of them.

He would not neglect them for any reason and if someone tried to take them away from him, he would suffer. His desire for protection caused a certain galactic patrolman to go about his routine duties to sneeze.