In Cereal Planet, the Cerealians and the Namekians gathered in three different spots, heading to places on the planet where the moon had yet to appear.
The Saiyans seemed to have delayed their arrival by a day to get there on the day of the full moon.
Zukishi stood in a place, looking forward, as one Cerealian grabbed a computer-like device, and he said, “There are many of them.
They are about to enter the atmosphere.”
Before spaceships usually enter the atmosphere, they slow down considerably.
That gave everyone a room to breathe.
“Have you recovered from your training?” said Maro.
“You looked like a zombie when you arrived 12 hours ago.”
Zukishi nodded with a smile.
The last 5 days, the only time he tasted something like light gravity was when he ate or took a dump.
Other than that, he trained so hard.
Since the Namekians don’t sleep very often, the kid was so much help.
And luckily, Zukishi took a great mental break.
He could even say that he felt happiness.
“On the other side, someone seems to have gone through a rough time,” he added as he looked at Sala, who had been just healed by a Namekian dragon clan member.
“You don’t say,” Sala replied.
“It was amazing… but.” She turned to Zukishi and frowned, “Is it me, or each time you enter that room and leave, you grow slightly?”
“What you are saying, I’m still the same height,” Zukishi pretended to be dumb.
“Oh, you mean my power level.
Of course.
Why not.”
“This time, you have grown considerably,” she replied, reaching for her new scouter, taking a look at Zukishi’s power level.
However, it exploded.
Looking at the sky, he saw comet-like objects piercing the atmosphere.
“They are here,” said a Cerealian, his red eye spotting what’s far.
“Everyone, take as many ships as you can,” said another Cerealian, holding his weapon and aiming forward.
This race, while not very strong, had strong aiming capabilities.
They had originally thought about taking down the ships in space, but as they shot their beams, a forcefield-like cover covered the ships and reflected the beams.
Zukishi couldn’t see what was happening, but he could sense that no Ki signals were disappearing from the other side.
The spaceships entered like comets, hitting different parts of the planet.
“Sala.
Maro.
I’m depending on you to protect the other spots,” said Zukishi.
“I don’t know why you are trying to protect them so hard,” said Maro, looking at Zukishi, as if their leader, who was one of the most cruel fighters, had become a different person.
Although they knew that it was all an act, like his speech of protecting the people and trying to make up for his sins, it was very convincing.
Zukishi gave him a cold side glance.
Maro continued, “But I’m willing to carry your orders like always.” He then flew to one of the three locations where the planet inhabitants gathered.
“Just make sure you don’t get seduced by the female apes,” Sala said as she flew upward, giving Zukishi a last smile.
‘Human code.
Don’t kill women in war unless they try to kill.
Well, who cares.
I’ll not give anyone a chance to blow up the planet.’ Zukishi cracked his fists, muttering, “It’s good to have reliable followers who carry orders.
No wonder Frieza tolerates his weak loyal soldiers.”
Zukishi then felt suddenly dumb.
He forgot to ask her about his power level.
Well.
He narrowed his eyebrows, looking at the horizon, his senses improving due to his Ki increasing in power.
In the distance, he could see a large ship that could contain hundreds of soldiers, floating.
As he had a brain shock when he had learned the Namekian language, he had re-accessed his memories and lived them again.
He recognized the ship as his previous body owner was in it when they conquered some planet.
‘Vegeta’s loyal ship.
Is he here, or did he send someone stronger than him?’ he thought.
‘There is a powerful signal.
No, two, and both approaching each other in number… but the strongest signal does seem to be the one from bounty hunters and not the Saiyan ship.’
-x-X-x-
Around the planet, people in different shapes wearing scouters got out of their pods.
“This is an official.
The one who brings Zukishi’s head and gets the bounty will be rewarded with enough money to buy a planet.
That’s a hundred billion Pole!”
“Even Frieza allowed us to take time off from our job for this hunt.”
“It’s the Monkey hunting season!
Everyone, record it later for lord Frieza to watch and enjoy.”
“It’s said that who gets him will be rewarded with their own planet.”
The aliens talked among each other.
Among them, there were sapiens, who looked like Saiyans, but without the tail and had hair color other than black.
“Let’s beat those Saiyans to him!” said one of them.
Today, they were here to take down a powerful alien Saiyan for the money, and they won’t let the chance slip by.
They scanned their scouter, and they found someone with a power level of 14 thousand.
“We’ll assist the captain.
Let’s head to him.”
-x-X-x-
From a massive spaceship, a dozen of people with tails floated out, males and females.
These were the elites of planet Vegeta, the strongest Saiyans who were at the pinnacle of power.
The weakest among them had a power level of 8000, with the kid, Prince Vegeta, being one of the strongest.
“You guys have one job,” Prince Vegeta said with a cocky smirk, “Weaken him enough until his power level drops to around mine.
After that, it is my turn to kill him.”
“But prince, that won’t be advised for,” said one of the elites, “Why not let one of the bounty hunters weaken him, and we take all of the glory.”
“I’m not gonna pass on the thrill,” the kid said, either to prove himself, “Suggest that stupid strategy one more time, and I’ll kill you.”
“But Sire!
If we don’t hurry now, the others will get to him first, and we may not have a chance to finish him off.”
“Then I’ll be the one to finish him first,” Vegeta replied.
“That’s my son,” the queen of the Saiyans patted him on the head.
She had been proud to have the strongest husband before they even had their own planet.
That pride may have been shaken, though it may be restored soon.
But she had the strongest son, and soon to be the strongest man in their whole race.
“My job is pretty obvious,” stated Vegeta.
Vegeta’s mother spoke, “The others who are not elite.
Middle class and lower will go to the cities of this planet and destroy them.
The natives are weak, and there is already a demand on their planet.
If things get too difficult for you, we’ll create an artificial moon for you.
As she said that, a bunch of other Saiyans got out of the ship, quite numerous.
They flew in every direction, a crazy blood-thirsty look filling their eyes.
Vegeta reached his scouter and scanned around the planet.
“Now, I’m going to kill that bastard,” Vegeta charged his Ki and flew in one direction, where the scouter detected the highest power level, followed by the other Saiyans.
Although the 5-year-old looked cute, everyone took him seriously, as he was the strongest around.
-x-X-x-
“You weren’t lying.
Frieza’s forces are here to wipe out our race,” Monaito said, eyelids shaking.
The Namekian warriors here lowered their heads and clenched their fists.
It was obvious, from the numerous Ki’s they were sensing, that they were about to be annihilated.
If there was a little team here to invade them, they could ambush them and have a chance.
But there is a whole army of strong warriors.
How could they survive this ordeal?
“Don’t worry.
I said I’ll protect you, and I’ll deal with them,” Zukishi said.
Monaito looked at Zukishi with narrowed eyelids.
This kid had said true things.
The guys who invaded this planet, however, weren’t on his level.
It felt off.
Yet, there was one thing true.
The unwelcomed visitors from the sky who came today were enough to wipe all of the life on the planet.
‘Maybe that’s the result of his training,’ Monaito smiled as he approached Zukishi, who was about to depart.
“Wait,” he called.
Zukishi paused, “What’s it, old man?”
“Your armor has been torn.
As you are fighting for us, I can’t let you go off looking shabby,” Monaito smiled as he pointed his hand forward, activating his materialization magic.
Zukishi’s clothes changed into more of a martial artist one, that belonged to Namekian warriors.
With all black lousy shirt and bag pants, a red belt around his waist.
There was space for his tail to hang around and wrap around his waist.
“It’s awesome, old man… though…” Zukishi looked at his boots.
They looked very bizarre and were narrow around the edges, giving uncomfortable feelings.
“Can you give me boots like the ones I had?”
The magician Namekian waved his hands, and Zukishi’s boots changed to what he originally wore.
“Thanks, old man.
I was getting very sick of wearing that armor.
I’m more comfortable now.”
“I’m glad with any little help I can provide,” he smiled, “Now, go warrior.
Show me your resolve.”
Zukishi paused and looked around him.
The eyes of everyone, which had welcomed him with fear when he had arrived, now looked at him conveying their hope, fear, and future.
Suddenly, it felt as if it were as heavy as the gravity room a few days ago.
He nodded slightly, before covering himself with his aura, flying high in the sky and in the direction he felt many coming to him.
He crossed his arms, and on the horizon, a bunch of fighters arrived.
He raised his eyebrows, quite surprised to see who arrived here for him first.