Rebirth

I never thought my life would end like this. One minute, I was a normal high school student named Kyle, and the next, I was dead. It was a horrible accident, they said. I didn't even have time to process what was happening before everything went black.

My eyelids fluttered open, and the world… the world was wrong. Gone was the familiar comfort of my bedroom, replaced by a sky the color of bruised plums, swirling with impossible nebulae. Gone was the reassuring weight of my own body; instead, I felt… immense. Unnaturally, terrifyingly powerful. This wasn't my room, my house, my town. This was… a landscape ripped from some fever dream, some bizarre, hyper-saturated rendition of a cartoon I vaguely remembered from childhood: Dragon Ball.

Panic clawed at my throat. *Dragon Ball?* The thought itself felt absurd, a hallucinatory flicker in the periphery of reality. But there they were, towering mountains that scraped the impossible sky, and… were those *flying* creatures? My breath hitched. I looked down – at my hands. They weren't my hands. They were colossal, scaled, alien, and radiating an energy that hummed with a power I couldn't comprehend.

Kyle? The name felt distant, like a forgotten echo. I was… *Zeno*. The Omni-King. The supreme ruler of an infinite multiverse. The words tumbled out, unbidden, a terrifying revelation that left me reeling. How? *How?* One moment I was nestled in the mundane reality of my life, the next I was… this. This impossible, overwhelming, utterly bewildering being. My mind, usually a reasonably organized space, was a chaotic maelstrom of incomprehension. I didn't understand the mechanics of this transformation, the cruel joke of fate, or even my own identity anymore. One thing was painfully clear: this wasn't just a change of scenery. It was a complete and utter annihilation of my former self. I was no longer Kyle. And the enormity of what I *was* now was enough to break me.

"I looked down, the air thick with residual energy shimmering around me. Gone were the familiar lines of my previous form. In their place was a physique radiating raw power, a testament to the Saiyan blood now surging through me. My muscles were denser, more clearly defined, hinting at an unimaginable level of strength. They weren't grotesquely oversized, but sculpted with a lean, ferocious grace. Veins pulsed faintly beneath my skin, tracing pathways of heightened ki flow.

My hair... it was a living inferno of dark midnight black. It didn't just spike; it erupted, each strand reaching for the heavens with an aggressive, untamed energy. Imagine Super Saiyan 4, but amplified, taken beyond its natural limits. The sheer volume was breathtaking, a chaotic crown framing my face. It seemed almost impossible for it to stay upright, defying gravity itself. The texture wasn't smooth like Super Saiyan hair, but rougher, almost wiry, reflecting the wild, untamed energy coursing through me. Beneath the wild mane, my brow was lower, more pronounced, giving me a more primal , intimidating look. A subtle ridge defined my brow, and my eyes burned with a new, barely contained luminescence.

"The stark contrast of Zeno's garb against my new, savage appearance was jarring, yet somehow... fitting. The soft, almost childlike cut of the tunic and trousers felt incongruous on a body built for battle, creating an unsettling juxtaposition. The fabric, a silken weave unlike anything I'd ever felt, shimmered with an otherworldly sheen. The dominant yellow was a vibrant sunburst, almost painfully bright, while the purple accents, lining the cuffs and collar, were a deep, regal hue.

Despite the simple design, the clothes carried an undeniable air of authority. The tunic fell to just above my knees, loose and flowing, while the trousers were similarly comfortable, gathered at the ankles. The large "Omni-King" kanji emblazoned on the chest stood out starkly, a constant reminder of the power now intertwined with my very being. Despite the initial shock, the clothes seemed to adapt to my form, the fabric stretching and conforming to my new muscles without tearing or straining. The overall effect was oddly compelling, a blend of innocence and raw power, a paradox that mirrored my own transformation."

As I took in my new appearance, I noticed that I was surrounded by a group of stunningly beautiful angel servants. They had blue skin, white hair, and piercing purple eyes. And they were all looking at me with adoration and devotion in their eyes.

'Welcome, my lord,' one of them said, bowing down to me. 'We have been waiting for your arrival.'

I was speechless. I had no idea what was going on, but I couldn't deny that this new role of mine was intriguing. And the fact that I had a group of gorgeous and loyal servants at my beck and call only made it more exciting.

'What is this place?' I asked, trying to make sense of everything.

'This is your temple, my lord,' another angel answered. 'At the center of the infinite cosmos. You are the ruler of all universes now.'

I couldn't believe it. I was the ruler of all universes? It was like a dream come true. But as I looked around at my surroundings, I realized that this was no dream. I was really here, in this alternate world, as the saiyan omni king.

"This is... incredible. The throne, the power, the *cosmos* stretching out before me..." I trailed off, shaking my head in a disbelieving sort of awe. "But... who am I? How did *I*, a Saiyan, end up here? Omni-King? It's... it's almost too much to take in. I'm sitting on the throne, feeling this incredible power, but I don't even know *why* I'm here. How did this happen? A Saiyan... Omni-King... it just doesn't make any sense!" I rubbed my temples, the excitement battling with a growing sense of confusion and a desperate need to understand. "I need answers. I need to know who I am, why I'm here, and how a Saiyan – a *Saiyan* – ended up on this throne."

But it wasn't just the power and authority that thrilled me. It was also the fact that I had these beautiful angel servants who were willing to do anything for me. They wore tube tops and loincloths that barely covered their bodies, and it was clear that they were there for my pleasure.

"How did I get here?" I asked one of them, my voice still shaky with disbelief and excitement.

Vados, the eldest of the angels, stepped forward, her hair tied into a sleek ponytail that flowed down her back like a river of cosmic energy. Her purple eyes, sharp and knowing, met mine. "You, Lord Kyle, have conquered the very essence of the multiverse. You have vanquished the old gods and angels, including the Omni Kings and Grand Priest. Your power, your will, has transcended all dimensions. Now, you are the supreme being, the creator of the new cosmos," she said with a graceful bow.

Her words sent a thrill through me that was both electrifying and terrifying. I had killed gods. The very idea was too much to comprehend. Yet here I was, sitting on a throne that seemed to pulse with the heartbeat of creation itself. The weight of this revelation was crushing, but also... exhilarating. The power to shape reality was now mine, and the possibilities stretched out before me like an untouched canvas, begging to be painted with the vivid colors of my imagination.

"I... I get to remake the multiverse?" I stuttered, trying to contain my excitement. Vados nodded, a small, knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips. "This is... this is so cool! I can't even... I mean, I've always thought about what it would be like to have ultimate power, but this is..."

The angels around me watched with a mix of fascination and awe, their expressions a blend of reverence and fear. I could see in their eyes that they knew I was not like the beings they had served before. I was something new, something unpredictable.

The reality of my situation was sinking in. I had the power to create and destroy on a whim. To shape the fabric of existence as I saw fit. I could populate the galaxies with whatever beings and creatures I could conceive of. The thought was intoxicating, and I felt a giddiness rise within me, a childlike sense of wonder at the sheer magnitude of the power that now lay at my fingertips.

I stood up, the throne room seeming to shrink around me as I grew in confidence. "Alright, let's do this!" I declared, raising my arms to the heavens. The angels flinched, but I could see the excitement in their eyes. They were eager to see what kind of world their new master would bring into being.