Around the planet Cereal, the Saiyans that were dispatched turned into great apes, as they had arrived at spots where the moons were.
Since this planet had two moons, their chances of becoming great apes were higher across all its spots.
And even if there were no full moons, elite and strong warriors could use a specific technique where they turn their Ki into a ball that produces waves that have the same frequency as the moon, allowing them to turn into great apes.
They grew into giants, and one city after another got annihilated by the beams of the giant apes.
Unfortunately for them, there weren’t many civilians living there, as Zukishi had already told them to gather into the main three spots.
The reason for number three was because there were three warriors.
However, it didn’t matter.
For Saiyans, destroying the planet was what mattered the most, or the surface at least.
They would continue exploding everything until only the surface and water sources were left.
It was just a matter of time before they would wipe a civilization from existence.
A great ape that was flying in the air suddenly got pierced by a yellow beam of light.
The other great apes that were flying suddenly turned their heads to see a woman with a tail, tall, pale, and athletic, with few muscles, covering her face with one hand while pointing the other at them.
“Cerealian.
Any time now,” the woman said as she swung her tail.
The apes noticed her, and the male ones could smell that she was a Saiyan, and a strong one to take one of them in her base form.
They suddenly got excited, hitting their chests with their fists, clearly excited by the sight.
It was in their instinct.
As a race that worshiped strength, they loved strong partners, being males or females.
Mentally or physically.
Other apes got angry, seeming to be female ones, giving the bulge around the armor guard chest area, and glared as if they wanted to kill her.
Although it was clear that they wouldn’t stand a chance if the female turned into a great ape, most of the Saiyans lose reason when turning into apes and go through a rampage-like state, so they don’t think about complicated stuff.
“Yes, Sala sama,” replied a Cerealian standing far behind Sala, gathering his energy into a cannon-like weapon in his hand and aiming it toward the moon and moon-like balls.
Other Cerealians joined in the attack on the moons.
One moon was destroyed.
A few artificial moon balls got destroyed as well.
The great apes that charged at Sala rapidly shrank, taking back their real appearances.
Now that they had gained back their reason, they looked at each other.
“Did she just one-shot one of us?”
“Even though he was a low-class, no one could beat him in his base form.”
“This woman, she’s Sala.
I know her.
She’s just a low-class with only 2000.
She can’t be strong.” A female Saiyan who was fat and curvy grabbed her scouter and examined her, “She got stronger.
3000.
But it still doesn’t make sense.”
“Fools,” Sala smirked suddenly at the Saiyans and gave a murderous look, directed mostly at the females.
“Scouters are no longer accurate.
And the fact that you just fell into my trap.” She said as she began powering up.
The other Saiyans who joined to examine her suddenly froze.
“What! New chapters come out on g.com first.
It’s past 10,000.”
“No, it’s climbing, faster…”
“25,000.”
“No!”
Suddenly, scouters, one after the other, exploded.
The female Saiyan who was sneering earlier paused and almost fell on her butt, “It’s 33,000!
That’s my last read.”
She was about to retreat when another male joined in and said, “Humph.
Do you really believe that?
Maybe the scouters are just broken.”
“Stop being in denial.” Another Saiyan said.
“Oh well… time to do my job and get rid of any competition in the future.” Sala pointed her hands forward and smirked sadistically, charging all of her Ki into one massive beam that passed by all of them.
The beam turned into an explosion that covered a massive area, counted by tens of kilometers in diameter.
After a massive explosion that would be apparent to anyone outside the planet, what was left was a massive hole.
She clapped her hands, clearing dust.
Unlike Zukishi, she barely had a soft side in battle, already forged by countless missions of conquering planets.
But still, she was no way near his strength.
All she could do was prove how useful she was to him, to stay by his side.
“Let’s hope Maro doesn’t get his ape brain take over reason and then he spares the females.” She muttered, “I’ll join Zukishi.”
The Cerealians that were behind her looked utterly shocked and confused.
They remembered their foolish attempt to stop the Saiyans who arrived here days earlier.
Well, they were lucky enough that their leader was a man of reason.
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Back to Zukishi, he began powering up.
At the same time, a Saiyan who was behind Fruita said urgently.
“The other Saiyans.
They are dead!” he said, while looking at Zukishi, “What did you do?”
“What did I do?” Zukishi asked, “You forgot that I have two followers.
Both were more than enough to deal with whatever you send them.”
Fruita clenched her teeth while looking at the scouter.
Not only did this man reject her, which never happened before, but he also sabotaged her plan.
She reached her scouter and activated her reading to see how far strong this arrogant Saiyan had become.
Others joined.
One scouter after another exploded, unable to handle the energy reads.
After the explosions, shock took over everyone’s fear.
Warriors who prided themselves on always fighting one on one, even if it meant death, suddenly froze, their faces turning blue from the fear as they forgot to breathe.
“What was the last number you read?” one asked shockingly.
“There is no way.” The little prince, who prided himself to be the soon to be the strongest warrior, paused. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
No wonder the man treated him like a harmless child.
He, indeed, was a harmless child.
“It almost reached 200,000!” one yelled, falling on his knees.
He was merely 6,000.
High-class warrior, maybe.
But in this battle, he was more than nothing, just a lamb waiting for slaughter.
“Then.
If he turned into a great ape…” Fruita forced a smile, her forehead having veins appearing from anger.
“We never stood a chance, did we?
My fucking king knew this and sent me to my death despite it!”
Zukishi paused powering up, the planet stopped shaking, and he sighed, looking at Fruita.
Despite all they have gone through, she found a way to blame King Vegeta.
‘Guess Saiyan women aren’t very different from humans.
Just replace money with power level number.’ He thought as he crossed his arms and took a step forward, “What’s the matter.
Are you not turning into great apes, and then cut my tail and jump me.”
“What would be the point.
Even without a tail, we never stood a chance,” Fruita replied, already accepting defeat.
“So, what’s your counter plan.”
Zukishi cleared his throat, “Tell me if I’m wrong.
But we are a warrior race, and the strongest is the one who has the right to lead all.”
The other Saiyans didn’t say anything.
Despite the fact that they hated Frieza and King Cold using them, no one would have objected if the ruler was from their race.
It was their natural instinct.
“Who is the strongest one on the planet.
You, answer, little princess.” Zukishi pointed at Vegeta, who clenched his teeth.
“I’m not a princess,” he replied, “and yes, you’re the strongest!”
“Who is rightfully your leader.” Zukishi asked with a smile.
This little prince, despite being arrogant, knew his best.
He was someone, despite all of the pride in the world, he knew who the boss is.
He knew when to lower his head to Beerus and Frieza.
“You are.” He said, but his pride kicked in, “But there will be one day when I’ll surpass you and kill you.”
Fruita placed her hand around Vegeta’s mouth, “Hush…” she then looked at Zukishi, “You said you have a counter offer, what would it be?”
“Wouldn’t it be fit to bow before your leader when he’s in a good mood still.” He asked.
Fruita walked to him, staring up at his face.
She looked at Zukishi with determined eyes, his eyes looking terrifying after knowing how much strong he was.
She had no choice but to submit, something that Vegeta couldn’t make her do.
‘Damn, she’s cute.’ Zukishi thought behind his glare.
She dropped on her knees, followed by the other Saiyans.
The little prince clicked his tongue and got on his knee, fist on the ground while looking up.