4 days later.
Zukishi left the gravity room and stepped out of the spaceship, finally seeing the sunlight.
For the last few days, he had done nothing but training and sleeping.
He had even asked Sala not to come to him to sleep with him.
But even so, the training was very exhausting.
With the Namekian healing him over and over, his mind took a toll.
His nervous system needed a break, and so, he decided to take a break for the next few days.
As he took his first step, he found himself flying in the sky.
It’s not that he intended to do so.
But the intense training that he had done had made him forget how light the gravity outside was.
But even though one step made him jump, under the light gravity, Zukishi felt lighter than a fish in the sea.
The atmosphere felt as if it was water without the heaviness or resistance.
Very breathable, very light.
He looked at the reddish ground, landed, and rested on his back.
“I can’t even bother raising my hand.
I think even with the Namekian healing me to my peak over and over, a break is necessary.
But even that could be considered a form of mental training.”
With training intensely like that for 4 days, he reached the gravity of 9 times planet Vegeta.
He could have gone for more if he wanted, but he hadn’t been focusing on adapting to higher gravity.
What he focused on was the intensity of the training under a certain gravity, and most importantly, reaching the point of exhaustion and stimulating a life and death experience.
He closed his eyes and tried to sense the Ki of Sala and Maro.
He had already learned how to distinguish them from the others, and fair enough, he sensed them.
They felt noticeably weaker than when he had left them.
“They mastered suppressing their Power level.
Good.
Good.” He thought, satisfied with the results.
He closed his eyes to focus on Ki sensation, trying to distinguish Ki signals.
The Cerealians and Namekians here were weak.
But wait, there were a few strong ones… No.
Even more!
He looked up to the sky.
They were here.
Although the Ki felt distant, it was strong enough to be felt from here.
“They are getting closer, but still far,” Zukishi sighed as he stood up, “Let’s hope I can get a day of sleep.”
This time, it felt like it took less than a second to reach here, and he almost lost his balance due to the extra momentum.
He smiled as he landed in the middle of the Namekian village.
At some point, he saw his crew busy doing whatever they had.
As Maro was a technician, he was working on some devices, while Sala simply laid down, as if she was bored to tears.
The Namekian warriors around seemed to no longer have their guards around them.
There weren’t any hiding under the ground.
Seeing how Sala and Maro were busy, he could tell that they hadn’t mastered sensing the Ki in the air yet.
Otherwise, they may have noticed many powerful signals approaching.
“Sala.” Zukishi called.
“Yes,” her eyes lit up when she heard his voice.
She vanished from her spot and appeared holding his arm, looking up to his eyes with passion.
Being five days away from her man seemed to do something to her.
And considering that he was away to get stronger had made her more passionate about him.
“I wonder… how strong you are now,” she replied as she traced her finger across his cracked armor.
Zukishi was also in some passionate state.
After getting used to being adored by a female for more than two months, this isolated training, combined with the Ki sensing training period, had done something to him as well.
But he faked a cough.
His human may be weak, but his warrior brain was a more focused one.
“I need you to go and see the radars.
I’ve sensed the energy of people approaching here.” He said.
Upon hearing him, the Namekians around, especially the warriors, looked at the sky.
Their antennae moving up and down.
“You are right.
I can sense it,” said a Namekian warrior.
“There is a faint signal.
I wouldn’t have noticed until you told me.
You’re really a strong one.” Added another Namekian.
Sala puffed her cheek.
“So, I would have to be ready for the battle.
First time I’m in the mood for a different thing.
But whatever.”
“Maro.
Gather the warriors from the planet and tell them to get ready.
We’ll count how long it’d take them.”
Sala and Zukishi flew in the sky to the ship.
At a universal radar, planets and spaceships appeared, moving at a very high speed.
“It would take them around 12 hours.” Sala narrowed her eyebrows as she looked up, “Wait.
There is some of Frieza’s army among them.
They could be here for the bounty.
As for the Saiyans one, that big ship seems to belong to the royal palace.”
“I don’t sense someone stronger than me…” he thought.
“Since I’m on a mental break, better use my time wisely.”
“12 hours is plenty of time.”
Sala felt a smack on her butt.
Zukishi placed his mouth next to her ear.
She smiled as she wrapped her arm around his neck.
“Indeed, my Zuki,” she replied.
-x-X-x-
At a large ship, belonging to the royal castle, the previously strongest prodigy, the rumored strongest Saiyan to be ever born, Prince Vegeta, stood at a window, looking at the space, hands behind his back.
Despite being 5 years old, Prince Vegeta was a true royal.
He had been raised to think like a warrior, a proud one.
And to prove his pride, he decided to take down the rebels and make all of the other Saiyans reconsider their opinion, that he, Prince Vegeta, was number one.
“What are you thinking of, my son?” said a feminine voice.
Behind Vegeta was a short woman, around 150 cm, with a curvy shape and muscular legs, her hair spiky and gathered in a ponytail.
This woman was planet Vegeta’s strongest female elite warrior, his own mother.
The queen.
With her genes and the king’s genes, the strongest elite warrior previously, Vegeta had the best warrior genes one could ever ask for.
Although he was short for his age group, he had a proud power level of 9,000, making most Saiyans feel like toys in his hand.
“About crushing an annoying bug.
My father should have simply let me challenge him back then,” Little Vegeta said with a frown.
“Hahaha!
That’s my son!” the queen of the Saiyans laughed.
She had come here to make sure that the traitor was captured, and to make sure that her son wouldn’t get ambushed.
At the same time, she took some elites to make sure that Zukishi doesn’t do a thing.
He had a power level of 15,000.
It’s strong, but two or three elites can work together to bring him down.
As for the low-class bugs that were with him, she didn’t even consider them a factor.
“Just focus on conquering the planet, mother.
I’ll take care of him.” Vegeta harrumphed, looking at his reflection.