Saiyans didn’t have the best reputation in the universe.
That fact was as clear and shiny as the Ki beams pointed to Zukishi by the Namekians on this planet.
However, while Saiyans didn’t have the best reputation, in the large scale of the galaxy, they had a very high power level compared to many other races.
Even with a few thousand power levels, they could handle most races.
He slowly raised his hand to his crew, telling them not to act harshly.
Ki charge after another hit him, doing nothing, his own Ki strengthening him and repelling the explosions.
As the cloud of dust cleared, Zukishi appeared unharmed.
Sala pushed her long hair from her left eye and pressed her scouter, examining the people.
“The sapiens cerealian average at hundreds, and the best among them is 500.
The strongest Namekian warrior is a little bit more than a thousand.
A few low classes with great ape transformation are enough to wipe this civilization,” she said.
“Don’t think using transformation is necessary, Zuki.”
“It’s clearly obvious,” Zukishi smiled as he felt a little thrill, knowing how strong he was at the scale of the universe.
Though, he was just a speck of dust compared to the larger scale of powerhouses.
But it still felt nice.
He had a new life with superpower and was powerful.
Who wouldn’t be happy, especially if the price of that power was getting beaten by massive great apes and having his balls pulled by high-level gravity.
The Namekian warriors clenched their fists, sweat dripping from their forehead.
‘It’s clear that not only they can sense my Ki, but they can estimate my power level,’ he thought as he closed his eyes.
Sweat dripped from their forehead as they surrounded him, trying to look for an opening.
As for the human-looking, they aimed some sort of weapon device at him.
“Lower your guard, motherfuckers.
I’m not here to fight,” he declared to the warriors around, and he was quite amazed by how fast they reacted to his arrival.
“And you expect us to believe you.
You guys conquer planets and sell them; we’ve heard about you all,” one of the gray-haired folk said, his tone tinged with fear.
“Zuki.
They don’t listen.
Should I blow them all up?” Sala said, licking her upper lip.
Maro smirked and cracked his fists.
“Lower your arms…” a voice echoed.
As everyone turned their head, they saw a green man with antennas and wrinkles across his face.
An elderly Namekian.
“The stranger isn’t showing killing intent, unlike his subordinates.
So I advise not to keep provoking them,” the elder said with a smile as he stood in front of Zukishi.
“If he wanted, you’d all be dead.
“What brings you here, young Saiyan?
If you are not here to fight, then why are you here?” asked the Namekian elder.
Maro and Sala landed behind him, and they looked at the Cerealians and Namekians with fierce eyes, acting as if they were bodyguards.
Sala was especially closer to Zukishi.
Taking a deep breath, Zukishi said, “I think you guys have heard about my race.
After we took over planet Vegeta, we started working for Frieza and invading other planets.
That’s the story known… but… the one who invaded planet Vegeta was Vegeta and his folk, and the one who wants your planet is Frieza.
“I’m merely a Saiyan who rebelled from the injustice…”
Maro and Sala exchanged looks.
‘Injustice?
What is it?
Zukishi is high class; he shouldn’t have wasted time learning vocabulary that even I don’t know about,’ she thought.
‘What does that word mean?’
Maro thought differently.
‘Injustice.
Can you eat it?’
The Cerealians looked at each other, seeming confused.
They then looked forward to Zukishi.
It was true that the young warrior could annihilate them alone if he wanted.
He had no reason to lie to them.
“Your story is touching,” the elder replied after some consideration.
“But I don’t get why you came here.
There are plenty of richer planets to cover in.
In this planet, even water is rare, and we’re not even rich in resources.”
“That’s where I come in,” Zukishi replied heartily.
“When I was a child, I was forced to annihilate planets.
I’m trying to redeem my sins, simply.”
The Saiyans looked confused, and the Cerealians looked even more.
But the elder was quicker to catch on.
“You’re saying…” the elder almost dropped his stick.
A warrior Namekian appeared behind him to support him from falling.
Zukishi nodded.
“Frieza’s force has set their eyes on this planet, and they will soon arrive here.
They will bring their army of Saiyans to take you down… Although you may not know it, but we can turn into great apes, increasing our power level ten times…” Find the original chapter at novelping(.)com.
“Impossible!
Even those two weaklings behind are more than enough!
You’re telling me an army is coming!” A Namekian warrior pointed.
“Weakling!
Me!
Weakling!
I’m gonna bust you to dust!” Sala’s tail twitched up as she charged her Ki up, the ground shaking around.
Zukishi wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her closer before she could change the weather, or worst, accidentally blow up a huge chunk of this world.
“Honey… remember what I said,” Zukishi looked at her eyes.
Suddenly, she blushed, “You called me, honey!
It’s the first time…”
“Sorry, didn’t mean it that way,” the Namekian who called her that suddenly forced a smile.
“You’re saying an army of strong people will come here.”
“They won’t be as strong as us.
But they are not weaklings,” Zukishi replied.
“But even so, they’ll be more than enough to annihilate you.”
“And you are saying that you are here to fight them?” The elder commented.
“Well, yes.
I’m essentially a warrior.
I can’t simply tour around and laze doing nothing.
So, I’ve got to sabotage Frieza’s army’s attempt to take over the universe.
I may not be very strong, but you guys are too weak, and you need all the help you can get,” Zukishi replied while rubbing his ear.
A Namekian approached the elder and whispered, “Do we trust him?
He may be after that.
And even if he’s not, we can stop anyone if we fuse…”
“You may be thinking of fusing and all, but that wouldn’t raise your power that much as you are weaklings.
You may reach my level or surpass it, but I can always transform to great ape.
Others can as well,” Zukishi said.
“Trust me on this one, and let me help you.”
“And the price for that help is?
You can’t be doing this for free, can you?” the elder replied, suspicious.
Zukishi smiled.
There is no point in hiding.
Saying he didn’t want anything in return would be a blatant lie.
“Yes, in fact, there is one thing that I want,” replied Zukishi.