Zukishi crossed his arms.
Never did it cross his mind that shortly after coming to this world, not only would he be a super warrior who leads a bunch of super people and sleep with a super woman, but now, he even has Vegeta’s mother on her knees, with Vegeta behind her bowing.
He examined their facial expressions.
Vegeta Junior looked reluctant.
Fruita looked at him with quite a submissive expression, her cheek turning red.
She snarled and avoided his eyes.
‘Acting cute, I see,’ he thought, before looking at the other Saiyans.
They didn’t all look reluctant.
Some looked even excited.
‘Man, this situation.
It made me forget my counteroffer.
First of all, I’ll send them to space while ordering them to wait for my orders.
No, that would be too dangerous.
I won’t leave the planet without them leaving, as they could blow up the planet.
I trust the others won’t stab me in the back, but a prideful prince like Vegeta may end up shooting a super beam at the planet and destroying it.’ He thought, ‘But I can counter that by sending Maro with them.
If I send Sala, she may kill Fruita and other girls, thinking they’re competition.
‘I can use these Saiyans while they are at it.
And considering that Vegeta Junior wouldn’t simply not backstab his father, I have to make a quick way to use them.
This timeline’s Vegeta is lucky that he’s a little boy and I used to be a not so asshole human in soul, else wise, he would have called me Daddy right here and right now.’
“You’re going to stay in space for now in the ship.
To make sure everything is going smoothly, I’ll send Maro with you.
He may not be as strong as I am, but he’s 30,000 in power level.” Zukishi stated, “After I finish making my farewells to the people of this planet, I’ll give you my decree.”
“Why are you protecting these weaklings?” Fruita couldn’t help but ask.
Zukishi lowered his eyes.
He didn’t notice that she stood up, as she was short.
‘Can’t believe a cute woman like her is a civilization destroyer.’ He thought and replied, “Do I have to answer you?”
She bit her bottom lip and answered, “No.”
Zukishi turned behind him.
Among the Namekians that were here, in the background, stood Monaito.
Zukishi vanished and appeared before him.
“Can you use telepathy?” he asked.
“Yes, I can, young warrior,” Monaito nodded.
He, like all Namekians, had strong hearing, and heard everything.
It seemed that their struggle was over.
“I have already contracted Maro.
He said he dealt with the Saiyans around.
He collected the females as spoils of war.
But Sala is intending on finishing them off.
I told him you made the others submit, and he’s to bring them back with him.”
Zukishi nodded with a smile, quite happy with his subordinate’s performance.
As for Sala, her jealousy seemed to be real.
She seemed to have marked him as her man and was trying to get rid of any potential competition.
He’s just glad that she wasn’t a human girl.
Else wise, any mistake he made, she’d blow up the planet.
‘Now I think about it, if girls on planet Vegeta got angry, blowing up a huge chunk of the planet wouldn’t be impossible.
I guess since that didn’t happen, they do not share the same nature as female humans… interesting, and lucky.’ He thought, pondering on the evolutionary traits of this ape-like race.
“Fruita.
I have a question?” he asked.
“Yes?”
“If you were to find King Vegeta with another woman, what would you do?” he asked, curious.
Would the answer be blowing up the planet?
Would it be killing him?
Since the difference between our power isn’t much, I’ll simply scold him and beat the crap out of the other woman, and then fight him until I see bruises on his body, even if it meant I get beaten up.”
“What if you were stronger than the king?” Zukishi asked.
“Hehe.
If he dares, I’ll beat him up day and night and then leave him for a better male.” She replied casually.
“And if he was overwhelmingly stronger?” he asked.
“I’ll try to win his affection again while cutting paths for any other woman.
But since we’re almost equal, there isn’t much.” She said, “Why you ask, don’t males learn this while being in the nursing pod?”
“You seem wise.
How old are you?” Zukishi asked.
“40 years old.” She replied, “Don’t you know?
I was one of the leaders who conquered the planet that was known as Turfle.
Did you forget your history lessons?”
By lessons, she meant the things they get exposed to when they were babies in the pods.
He shook his head.
“Fighting and power is all that matter.
What else matters?”
“That’s how a real warrior thinks,” she added as she approached and grabbed his muscular arms, hugging them closer to her chest.
“Aren’t female Saiyans supposed to be loyal to their mates?” Zukishi asked, considering moving back to Earth alone.
“As long as that mate doesn’t bring shame to his warrior code, and get rid of his competition and make me lose attraction by getting stepped on the head by someone.” She mentioned.
Sensing something, Zukishi grabbed the short woman from the waist and turned.
In her original spot, a lethal beam passed.
“Zukishi.
I’m trying to get rid of an enemy.
Get away,” said a feminine, yet angry voice, chill, but tinged with killing intent.
He turned his head, to see Sala floating in the sky, her tail wagging.
Fruita looked at Sala, and then, made an evil smirk.
She put her head on Zukishi’s head, “You’ve saved my life.
I owe you.
You can do to me anything.”
“Stop it, you wrecked bitch!
Go back to your husband,” Sala powered and turned into a streak of light.
Fruita couldn’t react, but Zukishi could.
He threw the short female and held the taller one from the waist, as she aimed her hands at the other.
“Relax, Sala.
They have pledged allegiance.” Zukishi said with a smile.
It went just as Fruita said.
There was no danger in having the planet blowing up.
It also made it clear how dangerous it was to get with a stronger woman than you in this planet.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to leave me to her because she’s the queen,” Sala turned to him, staring dead in the eye, “I know I’m not cute, and I can’t scream at you all the time.
But I gave my all, and I’m stronger than her!
I’m the one who was with you the longest, and followed every of your command.
And now you are going to leave me because of a cuter bitch!”
Zukishi smiled.
The woman didn’t have tears in her eyes, but her words were enough to know that behind that murderous muscle mass, there were emotions.
“Of course not.
Why would I leave my female?
Just because we flirted a bit, you’re still number one.” Zukishi replied, while testing the water.
He admitted to flirting.
What would she do?
Sala wrapped her hand around his waist and turned to look at the other female Saiyans, extending her tongue.
“He’s taken.
Back away.”
Fruita clicked her tongue, “As if I care.
I already have two sons.”
“Hahaha! This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
I can’t believe I missed all of this drama.” Said Maro’s voice.
Zukishi turned, “Report.” Then he paused at the sigh.
Maro, apparently, did a good job, except that he spared some women from their race, like an ape killing the other ape and claiming what’s left.
The bunch of females around him spoke as Maro wore a cocky grin.
“Oy, asshole.
He’s asking you a question.”
“Tsk.
Half-balding ass, thinks he’s tough.”
Even one punched him, while Maro took it with a smile.
Zukishi narrowed his eyebrows.
These women were acting like assholes.
‘They like him.’ He thought.
He then found other women acting shyly, looking at the ground, or nonchalantly.
‘They don’t like him.’
“What can I say, Zukishi.
They lost their will when they lost their scouters.” He flexed his muscles so hard.
“Some even gained a new goal.”
He then bent down to one woman, “Isn’t that right?”
That woman had been cursing, but suddenly blushed and avoided his gaze, “ah, right.”
“Monkeys being monkeys.” Zukishi sighed, using a slur that made everyone almost flinch.
But since he was a monkey himself, no one objected to him being racist.
“So, what happened?” Zukishi asked his two followers.
“I’ve annihilated everyone,” Sala said.
“I’ve taken care of everyone.
It feels nice to be able to bully everyone.
But even so, leader, you made them submit and lose their willpower.
That’s admirable.” laughed Maro.
Zukishi put his hands on his hips, “All of the time we were in space, you were nagging about missing your wife and kids.
Now, look at you.”
“Hey, I’m the one who had been sleeping with my hands for the whole time.
Spare me some slack.” Maro complained.
“A monkey gotta do what a monkey gotta do.”
Zukishi didn’t care about the complaining as long as they were loyal and doing their job.
“Whatever.
Anyways.
These Saiyans have already submitted to me,” he pointed his thumb to the Saiyans on their knees, “I need you to accompany them into their ship, stay around the atmosphere, and make sure that no one would do anything funny.”
He then unwrapped his arm from Sala and walked to him, ignoring the few women around.
He got closer and whispered in his ears.
“And you better not be sleeping with anyone until I get back.
I don’t trust these fuckers.” He added.
Maro nodded, “Don’t worry, captain.
I’m not desperate.”
“Very well.
You can move on.
Once I’m done with my business, it will be time to achieve our goal.” Zukishi said.
Maro smiled, knowing exactly what Zukishi was talking about.
After that, the Saiyans followed Maro.
They had been reluctant to follow him at first, as he was a mere low class.
But after learning from the surviving female warriors that he had a power level of 30,000, they followed obediently, realizing that not only Zukishi was ridiculously strong, but even the lower classes that followed him.
It made them use their brains and think about what made one man and even his low-class followers grow exponentially strong in a short amount of time.
As for Zukishi, he took Sala with him and went to the Namekian village to wrap up a few things.
‘Now, they better not withhold the Dragon Balls from me.’ He thought to himself.
‘I need their password.’