“You’ve done it for real…” Sala put a leg above another and laughed, “Don’t know if I should be excited or afraid.”
In the ship’s main hall, Zukishi sat with his crew.
They both had heard about the conversation with King Vegeta since it was quite loud.
And the fact that Zukishi had mocked the king and challenged him had made things cross the point of no-return.
“What’s there to fear, aren’t you strong enough now,” Zukishi asked with a smile, “Or do you guys want a few more couple of beats up.”
Sala smiled with a blush and looked down, saying, “It’s not that.
I never thought I would go against the elites that used to intimidate me.”
Maro crossed his arms, “the problem isn’t about going against King Vegeta.
But there are a ton of problems we may run into.
We could be ambushed in the vacuum of space by a hired mercenary.
They could simply send someone strong to destroy a planet we are in, or, as they labeled us as traitors.
They could use that as an excuse to send a bunch of people to deal with us in many against one fight, since traitors don’t deserve warrior death.
It’s known that Zukishi has a power level of 15,000, so my least estimate that they will send three people with over nine thousand power levels for him, and one for me and Sala.”
Sala chuckled, “Man… I’ll take on two in that case.”
“Leave one for me at least.” Maro added.
Zukishi wasn’t as optimistic.
King Vegeta wasn’t just a Saiyan race king.
He also had a connection to Frieza’s army.
He could always hire someone to go after him.
And if they hired someone who could travel across the vacuum of space, then he’d be in for a real tough deal.
But at this point in the story, there shouldn’t be warriors around to travel across the speed of light, let alone catch a spaceship that can cross light years in a short period.
‘I remember seeing Z fighters shooting beams at spaceships.
I wonder what power level one should reach… let’s count.
8,000 is enough to cross one million kilometers in a day.
Mathematically, one needs almost 700 million to cross that in a second.
consdiering it takes light three second to cross one million killometer, that means someone with 700 millions in three times faster than light.
two hundred millions something is light speed.
‘Yep, there is no one that can catch a spaceship at this point.
Not to mention, space travel consumes stamina, not gas.’ He rubbed his ear.
“So, what would we do in Cereal?” Sala asked, “You’ve always talked about how everything will be solved once we get there.
But you never answer when I ask you and instead kiss me shut.”
A lot happens in a couple of months alone with a female.
But stating his wish was never one of them, or the ability to make it.
Now, he may trust his crew to follow orders.
But, he could never share the fact that they can make their wish true.
After all, greed was a very strong emotion.
People would definitely betray if they knew they could have their wish come true.
Zukishi was no different.
And that’s why he decided not to share that fact.
There was a massive reason why Zukishi said where he was going to Vegeta.
“Yes.
I’ve been quite curious.
Other than good living conditions… nothing.” Said Maro.
“Well, I’ve heard about the Namekians’ healing abilities, and I was planning to ask them to help me.” Zukishi lied, “With instant healing power, and in exchange for their protection, they could help us get stronger.
I wanted to keep this as a secret so we don’t slack in our training.”
“You mean magic.
It’s very frowned upon by our race, a trick for the weak,” Sala crossed her arms, “But if it’s just about healing ourselves, then it’s not bad.
I’m still not satisfied with our sparring yet.”
Zukishi rubbed the back of his head and sighed.
The sparring she meant when she got excited, and after recovering, she’d initiate a relationship with him.
It’s lucky that male Saiyans weren’t attracted to the strongest male, otherwise, he’d be in a tough spot.
“Hey… don’t look at me like that.” Maro noticed Zukishi’s glance and covered his face with his hand.
“I’m married!”
Zukishi bit his jaw, resisting the urge to hit Maro with explosive Ki and destroying his own ship.
“I will tell your woman about your brothel adventures…” Zukishi replied, “Heard you picked a very tough woman.
She’ll give you some beating .”
“Nah.” Maro smiled, “it won’t hurt with the difference in our piwers.”
Sala frowned, “Disgusting…”
Zukishi stood up, turned, and said, “I’ll be training in the meantime.
You can sleep or do whatever you want.”
And so, he entered the gravity room, putting the gravity up to 3 times.
When someone usually gets exposed to very high gravity, without Ki or an adapted body, they would be stretched long, before compressing into a flat paper.
So, there was literally a point between exhaustion and turning into a flat thing.
He could easily move while showing signs of struggle.
Yet, inside, his organs and muscles were working hard to allow him to keep his appearance.
Even his balls and male organ were trying their best to resist gravity that Zukishi couldn’t help but supply them with Ki to lessen the effect.
“No wonder Bulma left Yamcha for a short king who trained many years under 400 times Earth gravity.” He muttered as he began doing some acrobatic movements in the air.
-x-X-x-
Days passed, and things progressed as Zukishi and his followers expected.
King Vegeta had leveraged his power and issued Zukishi as a traitor to the Saiyan race.
He put even a massive bounty on his head, dead or alive.
And there were rumors around that a multiple Saiyans were moving in space, in the southern east down direction.
Zukishi listened through a universal news channel, something like radio, but more advanced to cover a large portion of the galaxy.
He hadn’t missed the news of having a bounty on his head.
It was equivalent to a ton or so of sky gold.
“Man… Never thought I’d be sitting on a ton of a sky gold,” said a feminine voice seductively.
“Literally,” replied Zukishi to Sala, who was sitting on his lap while controlling the space ship.
In the large window, the image of a lively planet appeared.
The gravity automatically got adjusted in the ship, and Zukishi couldn’t help but feel his body being so light.
It was way less than planet Vegeta.
Sala moved her hand up and down, trying to readjust to the new gravity.
Same for Maro.
The ship landed on the ground, in the middle of some mountains.
The sky was reddish yellow, almost similar to planet Vegeta.
‘I hate to say it, but I miss the blue sky.’ Zukishi stood from his place as a door opened automatically.
The other two Saiyans stood behind him, naturally, as he was the leader.
“Remember the rules.
Don’t kill for petty reasons.
Unless for self-defense, don’t try to harm the natives or threaten them.” Zukishi said.
“Naturally, since we need them,” Sala replied with a quite sadistic smirk.
“But I may bully them.”
“Rule number two.
Act nice, as if you are trying to fool a kid to hand you their candy.” He stated.
“Don’t we usually charge a false Ki beam to intimidate them into running.
It’s way more fun,” Sala replied.
Zukishi gave her a side glance.
Make your mind, woman.
Are you sadistic or a masochistic.
He shook his head, “And leave talking to me.
Whatever I say, go along with it.”
And they floated through the gate.
Zukishi suddenly paused.
As he had been training to figure out how to control his Ki, he had come to learn what it was, and was quite sensitive to the waves it emitted in the air.
There was a signal, two… no.
Dozens of them, heading to him.
Although he couldn’t tell how powerful they were, they were strong.
‘Seems the Namekian race warriors have sensed our arrival.’
As he flew out of the ship, the view in front of him was clear.
A bunch of green people, dressed in black and white attires, surrounded it.
Among them, there were human-looking people.
A few gray and light green-haired people who all had a right red eye with no iris, the other one being hazel.
“Saiyans!
It’s the Saiyans!” someone said, and the others raised their guards suddenly.
A Namekian began charging his Ki, saying while pointing it at Zukishi.
“They have a strong Ki… We gotta be quick.”