“It’s 199,999, and then it exploded.
How is it possible?
A monkey like you getting this strong?” Cui said, sweat dripping more on his forehead.
This power level was way beyond him.
Compared to Zukishi, he was just a bug that waited to be squashed with one hit.
This man had been toying with them all along.
“It’s sapient, you undereducated fool,” Zukishi replied with a sneer.
“And are you trying to buy time?
You could simply have said 200,000.” Though, behind his arrogant tone, was immense happiness and pride in his achievement.
“Doesn’t matter.
Like a monkey, you got a tail.
You are a half-wit developed great ape…” Cui forced a smirk, “Your race is raising too much power.
Lord Frieza will come and claim you.
There is no way you’ll have this much power… He’ll not let your race evolve even more.
He’s the only one who is supreme!”
“Hehe…” Zukishi chuckled and failed to hold his laugh.
He busted, “HAHAHAHAHAH!”
Tears almost streamed down his eyes from how amused he was.
“What’s so funny?” Cui couldn’t help but ask.
Not many would take the threat of Frieza after them lightly.
Zukishi sighed as he stopped laughing, “Thinking that the data in the scouter will amount to anything.
Bitch, please.
Anyone with half a brain will think I turned into a great monkey.”
Cui, who was on the verge of death, thought very fast.
He opened his eyes widely.
That’s true.
Zukishi still had to use his real power yet.
That would make even others miscalculate his strength.
Even if they sent the Ginyu Force, it would be only sending them to their death based on this false data.
“So, a monkey knows he’s a monkey…” said Cui.
If he couldn’t deal damage with fists, he’d try words at least.
“I’ll send you to another dimension now.” Zukishi said as he released his Ki, the man’s body turning into practicals with the beam of yellow light that wrapped him.
Zukishi paused, observing.
A couple of months ago, he was a mere human, someone who may struggle to pull out his shirt when he got sweaty and sticky.
Now, he made someone turn into practicals as he couldn’t handle Zukishi’s power.
‘Man… if there is something to complain about, is this Zucchini-based name,’ he thought to himself, ‘But whatever my Saiyan name.
I’ll change it later when getting back home.’
He felt excited, overwhelmingly so.
The idea of being the strongest in the world… no, the whole universe, had given him a strong drive of excitement.
Though he knew that he was far from the strongest, and there was a realm of divine beings around, he still believed that with the right foundation, he would be able to surpass them.
And to get that right foundation, he was going to wish for it.
No Saiyan pride, no nothing.
Though, he wouldn’t sacrifice his life.
Massive balls of light appeared on the horizon.
Huge power levels rose in the corner of the planet.
Ones that far surpassed that of Cui.
‘It seemed that the Saiyans transformed into great apes.
Though weak, they become very strong when doing so…’ he thought to himself.
‘Luckily, the Cerealians can fly, and gathered in three major locations.
I think the Saiyans are destroying the cities now.’
Dragging them around here was a part of my plan, to create a native where, I, the savior, would get the dragon balls from the Namekians as the warrior who saved them.
And this is how you do it.
Now, Sala and Maro should do a good job.
I’ll reward them well, especially Sala, if they did a good job.
‘Who am I lying to, I’m going to reward myself.’
A beam headed to Zukishi, who barely bothered to dodge and slapped him up to the sky.
Turning in the direction of the red beam, Zukishi saw a kid.
Around 5 years old, with a monkey tail, and spiky hair that resembled King Vegeta.
The kid wore a Frieza army armor and had a red cap above it.
Because the kid was quite short for his age, he appeared to be around 3 years old.
He looked cute.
This was no longer a 2D world, and everyone looked like humans.
And Zukishi had thought of them so.
“Where do you think you are trying to go?” the Kid said in an arrogant child voice, “You should stay here and greet your lord, Vegeta!”
Zukishi paused, looked at the glaring face of the kid, and he couldn’t help but make an O shape.
3 years old with a monkey tail.
If he took a picture of him and published it on Earth, the little prince may compete in the cats category.
“Oh, Hi!
Little lord!” Zukishi smiled as he floated closer to the little prince, speaking in his baby voice.
He stretched his hands quickly and pinched the cheeks of the guy, “What are you doing here?
Are you playing conqueror!
You shouldn’t stray away from mommy and daddy.”
“Why you…” Vegeta, the prince, clenched his jaw so hard.
He was born a prince, everyone respected him and bowed before him.
He always believed that he was the supreme ruler, and every Saiyan should bow their head to him.
No one dares to baby talk to him except his father and mother.
And it was known if others tried to do so, they would be murdered by the king for not showing respect to the royal family.
“You traitor!
Leave me alone.” Vegeta said as he tried to punch Zukishi.
From Zukishi’s perspective, he wasn’t standing in front of a dangerous person, but a very little kid who was in the age of learning how to talk.
‘Man… Even though I know he’ll grow up to be evil… It feels wrong turning such an innocent child into a gore horror story.
His father should have raised him better.
I mean, the king so cowardly sending his son to deal with a dangerous rebel.
No wonder Beerus ordered Frieza to destroy planet Vegeta because he was pissed with the king.’
Vegeta, the prince, punched with all of his might.
These fists of his would put most of the high-class warriors on their knees, and put the mid-class and below in their graves.
But Zukishi didn’t take them seriously.
Worse.
Vegeta saw something in Zukishi’s eyes, something that he never saw.
Pity.
Vegeta’s fists landed simply on palms that refused to fight back.
“Fight me like a man!” Vegeta clenched his jaw.
“Stop defending like a coward.”
In his mind, he had waited for the right moment to intervene.
He had believed that the aliens who got here first would have tired Zukishi enough, and he would step in and take the pride to execute the rebel.
“What kind of an adult would beat a helpless child.” Zukishi grabbed Vegeta from the collar and wrapped his Ki around the latter.
He controlled the Ki, in the same way, he controlled his body when flying.
However, the Ki that surrounded Vegeta was meant to stay still.
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Because of the overwhelming difference in power, Vegeta suddenly froze in the air.
“I need to speak to a responsible adult,” Zukishi told Vegeta.
“I am an adult,” he replied, struggling.
Zukishi smiled, his knee suddenly itching.
Vegeta, the prince, was still innocent at this age.
Unlike the adult version, this one didn’t know how deep shit he was in.
Maybe because he had never got beaten.
But to be fair, he looked like three years old.
Although Zukishi pictured that he would hit kid Vegeta, the human inside him couldn’t force himself to do so.
Zukishi lifted him from the neck and said, “If you weren’t three years old, I would have beaten you so hard.”
“I’m five years old, motherfucker!” screamed Vegeta.
“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” Zukishi screamed, releasing his Ki and infusing it with his voice, glaring and making a scary face that made Vegeta flinch.
“I will beat you with a belt if you curse again!”
The little prince had tears welling up in his eyes.
“How dare you…” he said, finally realizing that he was just a little child who couldn’t handle the situation.
He needed an adult.
“Don’t scream at my boy.” Said a voice, followed by a beam of energy.
As Zukishi had powered up, his aura was enough to repel it, acting like a barrier.
He turned his head slightly, and he almost froze.
A woman with long black hair, pretty Chinese-like eyes, a small nose, full lips, pale skin, was floating.
She looked in her late teens, with an athletic physique.
Standing at 150cm or less, the woman looked petite, but she had a curvy waist and large hips, indicating that she had a great ass.
‘Not a great ape, but a great cake.’ He thought.
“Look at this shorty!” Zukishi smiled when he saw the tail and the scouter.
They even sent women after him.
But to be fair, their race’s females didn’t evolve like humans do.
They were born strong, with initial abilities to fly and create blasts.
It’s just, those who are the strongest passed their genes, and so their race evolved to enhance those traits through selective selection.
“That’s my mommy,” Vegeta replied as he struggled to move, but couldn’t.
Zukishi hugged Vegeta closer with his arm and replied, “Then call me step daddy.”
“I’m the queen of all Saiyans,” the woman said as she released her aura, “Now I order you to leave my boy and stop bullying him.”
Other Saiyans arrived at the same time, surrounding him.
Zukishi’s mind worked fast.
He didn’t look at the other Saiyans.
But he looked at the pretty shorty that appeared.
She, by far, gave the strongest vibe across them.
It fit someone declared as the strongest female in their race.
But she was the queen of planet Vegeta.
She knew things others didn’t.
And she could answer the mystery that he had in mind, the one that related to his and his whole race survival.
One question, and one answer, would reveal which ‘canon’ he was at.
“So, you are the queen.” Zukishi smiled, eying her up and down.
Since she’s a Saiyan, it was practically impossible to know her real age.
“Yes.
The Queen Fruita.” She smirked, “Hand me my boy.”
“What a fitting name.” Zukishi crossed his arms and narrowed his eyebrows, “Then, answer me one question, and you may have your boy back.”
She chuckled mockingly, “And what that may be?”