Crossing his arms and facing his two subordinates, Zukishi couldn’t help himself from making a sadistic smile.
It’s not that he chose to feel this way, but the hormones in his body reacted in a way that made him euphoric.
To dominate the battle and put the weaklings in their places felt just right.
Of course, the human behind that body was still aware of those emotions he was experiencing.
“Whenever you are ready, come at me,” Zukishi said, standing in front of them.
Although they weren’t wearing scouters, they were quite aware of his boost in strength.
Although training intensely in a gravity chamber weakened him slightly, he was still stronger than those two who had 2000 in power level.
Though, they were still better than the self-proclaimed high-class warrior Radizt.
“Don’t get cocky!
I’ll eat you alive,” said Sala as she was the first one to dash at him, with her Ki aura surrounding her in this dark planet.
Although the speed was quite amazing, far faster than what a jet plane on Earth could achieve, to Zukishi, it felt slow.
After her, Maro followed, aiming his hand forward, shooting a few beams that exploded on Zukishi’s chest.
No harm was done, other than he felt that.
When the explosions were over, he found Sala standing in front of him, aiming a punch at his face.
He dodged, before joining his index and thumb, gathering power there, and flickering on her forehead.
The result was a strong impact that sent her flying five meters backward.
She held her forehead and smiled, looking at him with crazed eyes.
“All that from a finger,” Zukishi forced a smile.
“A more fitting name for planet Vegeta would be planet Maso.”
Maro charged his Ki to a single point in his hand.
Ki waves, strong techniques that allowed one to hurt someone stronger than them.
But only slightly.
Zukishi was overwhelmingly stronger.
He vanished from his place, appeared in front of Maro, and hit him with a punch that was more like a punch on the stomach, and he was sent flying to a nearby rock.
Since Zukishi was holding back, Maro could still stand up.
It felt nice to Zukishi to pay back the man who put him in a healing pod for a week.
Suddenly, he felt a bunch of massive, yet soft, melons crushing on his forehead.
A hand gripped his tail from behind and pressed.
“Now…” Sala said while locking Zukishi’s neck, gripping his tail strongly.
A slight pain jolted through his body.
“Easy to say…” Maro barely stood up from the rock, charging his Ki.
“I must say, you got me excited after that hit,” Sala said, licking his cheek.
“Isn’t it an unfitting time for flirting?” Zukishi felt a jolt of pain and another thing at the same time.
He laughed.
“Now, now.
You can’t tease me with hitting and expect me to stay still…” she replied.
Zukishi took a deep breath, charged his Ki to his back, and made a slight explosion.
Sala got sent flying, but because she held him from the tail, she dragged him.
The pulling strength was quite strong, and it felt like a kick on the nuts.
Maro charged a Ki beam headed to Zukishi, who in response pointed his hand and let out a hasty charged blast, his overwhelming the beam.
Maro extended his arms to stop the blast, but he got devoured by it, and was sent flying across the small planet.
He turned to the smiling female Saiyan, who had a red face while holding his tail.
She opened her mouth, and seemed to intend on biting his tail.
He appeared behind her and elbowed the back of her neck, forcing her to drop to the ground.
Her face got redder, before she finally lost awareness.
Zukishi took a few deep breaths in and out as he rubbed the back of his neck, the soft sensation was still there.
“That was strange…” he sighed, trying to calm his hormones in his body.
It didn’t feel like a fight, but more like a strange breeding ritual with a cock block around.
Although he was tempted to take her to the ship and do something, he knew that it would backfire.
She may end up being pregnant, and he would end up being a father.
That would ruin his plans of getting stronger while leveling up his crew at the same time.
So, he controlled himself.
Lifting his unconscious teammates, he took them to the ship.
He put them in the healing pod, before pressing a button that filled the tubs with green liquid.
He then went to the navigating room, and pressed auto-piloting.
“I didn’t beat them badly.
It’ll take less than a week for sure.”
As he was all alone now with no body to chat with, he headed to the gravity room.
Today, he increased the intensity of training and gravity at the same time.
After almost breaking his body, he stripped and dragged himself to a healing tub, to accelerate healing.
“I must say, one needs balls of steel to handle the gravity training,” he thought.
-x-X-x-
Two days later, Zukishi stared at his teammates who left the healing pod, while handing them their dresses, a proud smile crossing his face.
Examining them with his scouter, he couldn’t help but become happy.
Maro’s power jumped to 6000 while Sala jumped to 5000.
“Look at you, just a couple more of that… and Vegeta would be a bitch to toss around,” he said.
“I don’t know,” Maro crossed his head and shook his head, “Training to near death may be a good way.
But you only die once.
It’s a very high risk.
Your training method is more risky, considering that you’d like to fight us in our great ape form.”
Sala narrowed her eyebrows at Maro, before smiling at Zukishi, “I’m all for you if you want to fight…” she then reached for her scouter.
Zukishi coughed and said, “That’s the spirit, Sala.” He then thought of something.
“When fighting against the great ape form, I’ll only spare against Maro.”
“Why not me?” Sala asked.
“Cause I don’t want to be harassed by a giant female ape,” he thought, before shaking his head.
“We have done this before.
He’ll know when to hold back.”
“I don’t know, boss,” Maro reached his scouter and scanned Zukishi, “Your power has climbed to 18,000 now.
At my great ape form, I’m 60,000.
The risk now is greater than before.”
“Don’t worry.
After a month or so, my power will continue to climb up.
After training in the gravity room, when he would reach at least 25,000 in power scale, he’d aim to fight the great ape.
After that, he would benefit faster from the power up without using much gravity.
He then looked at Sala, not knowing if he could stay on the path with her giving him hints…
“Very well,” Maro replied, looking at his hand, “Although I was doubtful when you said you wanted to overthrow Vegeta, now, I have a complete faith that you’d become the new king.”
“My nose never picked me a wrong man.
I knew you were something else,” Sala said as she stood up from her seat, walked beside him, and landed him a kiss on the lips.
Zukishi was quite surprised by how forward she got.
She added with a smirk, “Well, you teased me so much with your fists, so I’ll get what I want.”
“Well, it’s not like I don’t want it either,” Zukishi said as he swept her black hair strand behind her ear.
“But it’s not time.
We can’t afford making children now, nor raising them.
It’ll only hold my great conquest back.”
She leaned forward and whispered, “There are other ways to enter without making offspring.”
Zukishi opened his eyes wider.
Maro waved his hand.
He stood up and walked.
“Don’t mind me.
I’ll be in my room!”
As he left, and seeing the woman holding her arms around his neck, slowly sitting on his lap, he couldn’t help but saying, “Well, a great conquest needs a mind clearing from time to time.” And with that, he stood up, while lifting her, and walked to his room.
-x-X-x-
Somewhere in the universe, King Vegeta was standing in front of a massive screen, crossing his arms.
It had been a month since he sent Zukishi on a mission.
Yet, he felt something strange when he had met that man.
The respect Vegeta had been shown felt more like a sarcasm than a real respect.
As a warrior who had let a war and conquered the planet, he had a keen sense for politics, potentially loyal, and traitors.
There was a large flag that alerted Vegeta.
It was the fact that Zukishi took away all of his savings with him.
“Humph.
Even I’m trying to get rid of him silently, so what?
I’m doing him a favor by giving him a chance to die as a warrior,” Vegeta thought, not slightly feeling guilt, “My son needs time to grow and become the strongest Saiyan alive.
I’m not going to let anyone get in the way of it.”
With that being said, he looked at the screen.
What it showed was the pattern the ship Zukishi had been taking for the last month.
He couldn’t tell what, but something felt off about it.
It’s as if he’s being slow on purpose.
On the pace Zukishi was taking, it would take a year or so to reach that planet.
Although the typical travel in a small space pod would take around 9 months, in a large spaceship, it would take less.
6 months or so.
“He’s slowing down on purpose.
I can tell that he’s not trying to go… What’s the meaning of this,” Vegeta, the King, turned to a nearby person working on the computer.
“Quickly call Zukishi’s ship.
I’ll get to the bottom of this.”