“Tell me.
Is Beerus still coming and asking your husband to run him errands?” Zukishi asked the one simple question that determined which knowledge would be useful.
Her answer would determine if this was a Dragon Ball Super background or a Z background.
If this was a Dragon Ball Z backstory variation, then Frieza wouldn’t wait for so long before destroying planet Vegeta out of the supposed fear of the birth of a Super Saiyan.
He would destroy the planet shortly after Goku is born.
However, if this was a Dragon Ball Super backstory, then Frieza would destroy planet Vegeta three years after Goku was born.
The reason would be different and more logical than Frieza fearing the birth of a Super Saiyan.
It was because King Vegeta tricked Beerus and gave him the second-best pillow in the universe while keeping number one to himself.
At that point, Frieza would be ordered to destroy planet Vegeta.
And to be fair, Frieza didn’t seem to be the kind who destroyed useful tools in his army.
He was a good emperor, cruel, but a good employee.
He tolerated the craziness of the Ginyu Force and was even willing to recruit Goku and Vegeta back in the canons.
So, him destroying the Saiyans out of fear of some legend wouldn’t make sense, especially considering that he had a 100 million power level in total.
Not to mention that his brother was far stronger than that.
Even if the whole population of planet Vegeta learned how to access Super Saiyan now, they wouldn’t stand a chance against Frieza, even with Super Saiyan three — base power matter.
“How did you know?
That’s classified information.” Fruita took a step back in the air, eyebrows furrowing.
“Well.
Tell your king not to fool around with that man, otherwise, our race may end up as dust,” Zukishi shook his head.
Inside, he felt quite relieved that he had three years at least to grow stronger before anything bad happened.
In this timeline, the only reason why his race would end up would be because the king pissed off the Destroyer.
Quite bold of him.
“Humph.
That is not your concern.
Now, give me back my son,” she said as she looked at him, before lowering her eyes.
A bunch of people in green skin, and people who had green hair, were down, looking at them up.
Zukishi didn’t seem to have controlled this planet, as there were no destruction marks around, and the natives of this planet didn’t seem the type to surrender without a fight.
‘So, he must be protecting them,’ she thought, before looking at Vegeta, who was paralyzed by a Ki barrier.
“Well… Well.
Don’t your mother love you?” Zukishi said as he patted Vegeta’s spiky hair.
“Yet here you are, running your foul mouth, messing with the wrong people, and making her worried.
Shouldn’t you learn better manners to make her proud.”
He wouldn’t pass a chance to teach a kid a lesson.
Well, something made him change his mind.
Light eliminated the darkness.
Instead, it was aimed at the natives of this planet who were down.
“Fuck.” Zukishi saw as the key blast was about to hit the ground.
Sensing the amount of energy and seeing it was a Ki blast and not a wave, he knew that it would cover a mass area.
A blast like that would do nothing to him, but it would definitely kill all of the natives down.
He turned into a blur and appeared standing on the ground.
He then slapped the Ki ball into the sky.
It flew up and then exploded.
Although it was night, it became day for a few seconds.
“What are you doing, crazy bitch!” Zukishi screamed at Fruita, who was the one to shoot that.
When he looked up at her, he saw that she retrieved Vegeta.
‘Not a bad tactic, though.
She seems to be smarter than her husband,’ he thought, ‘Not bad thinking, shorty.’
The Saiyans from the sky landed quickly on the ground.
Behind Zukishi, some Namekian warriors and Cerealians appeared behind him.
They too saw the attack heading toward them, and they decided they wouldn’t simply wait while someone was protecting them.
“You… I’ll make you pay,” the little prince pointed his finger at Zukishi, his tears hadn’t dried up.
Fruita crossed her arms, “I must say.
I’m quite impressed.
You’re fast enough to outrun my Ki blast.
This isn’t a measly 14 thousand power level.”
Zukishi chuckled, “You talk as if 14 thousand is something within your grasp.
Even your husband, the strongest Saiyan alive, supposedly, is merely 10 thousand.
“But you are right.
I’ve long since surpassed that mark.”
The Saiyans around gulped their saliva down while looking at Zukishi, faces turning blue.
They already knew who was here to fight Zukishi before them.
A bunch of elite alien warriors with their leader being 18k.
Yet that man failed to even put a scratch on him.
And seeing that Prince Vegeta, who surpassed in terms of strength and talent, already being reduced to a crybaby, made them reconsider.
Their faces suddenly turned blue.
“If you care about these people,” Fruita smiled, “I’ll have you to know, I dispatched other Saiyans to the moon areas.
The moment you go to protect them and turn into a Great Ape, we’ll cut your tail and jump you.
“If you know what’s best for you, it’s better to give up.
We’ll spare this planet in that case.”
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She was a female, and she didn’t have that male warrior pride.
She could use tactics and jump someone without a problem.
And it seemed that she had found a way to hold Zukishi from his twisted arm.
“Oh well.” Zukishi said, “and if I give up, what will happen?”
“Well.
I may not have said that publicly yet, but I’ll take you to planet Vegeta and make you face the king one on one, following your warrior traditions.
You’ve proved yourself to be more than capable.
I’m still a female Saiyan, and the way the king is acting is pissing me off, getting rid of his competition honorably, bowing his head to Frieza and King Cold, and taking scolding submissively.
The only reason I tolerated is because of my son.
So, I’ll take you to fight him.
And the one who wins will get me and the planet!” she declared, looking at Zukishi, and biting her bottom lip.
She had already lost attraction to her previous husband, as someone younger and stronger was before her.
She knew if she bore his child, as the strongest female currently, her new offspring would even surpass Prince Vegeta.
Though she loved her son, well, she could have others.
Zukishi stared at her, dumbfounded, and blinked twice.
Suddenly, he felt the urge to take his spaceship, get back to Earth, and abandon the whole thing.
‘Bulma and Chichi suddenly sound like good women,’ he thought.
‘Is it too much to ask to live some Disney love fairy tale in this world?’
“And here I thought I’ve been asked out in the weirdest way ever, but I’m keep getting surprised.” Zukishi asked, “Why would I comply?”
To be fair, with Beerus hanging around, why would Zukishi get back now to planet Vegeta and take down the king.
Not only would he be kicked around by Frieza, but even Beerus would join the fun.
“Well, if you don’t want the civilizations of this planet destroyed, or you killed here and now, you’ll comply.
And come on, you’d miss a fight for the prettiest female Saiyan.
Let me tell you this.
The king had to fight against a hundred men to win me, and you’ll pass that.
Are you an idiot or what!?” she scolded.
Her tone may have seemed harsh, but that’s still called acting cute in their culture.
She seemed to be certain that her plan had already worked, and that the moment Zukishi would turn around, they’d cut his tail and transform into Great Apes and jump him.
And she seemed to trust his warrior code to believe that he’d keep a promise once he made it.
But although he liked the idea of having a planet where he’s attractive, Prince Vegeta’s mother, shorty, wanting him to be her king, he didn’t like being forced to do things.
Seriously, to threaten him with his Dragon Balls.
“Well, I prefer to do things on my terms.
And you are not the prettiest I’ve seen.” Zukishi began powering up, “I advise you to look at your scouter… and oh, the Saiyans you sent away to conquer the planet, are all but dead.” As he said that, the ground began shaking again.
“So, look, before I give you my counteroffer.”