On an empty, uninhabited plateau on Planet Selma, weathered, cracked rocks covered in fine fissures lay everywhere. Not far away, a little girl who looked only six or seven years old was sweating profusely as she trained her fists and kicks.
At the summit of the plateau, a small figure floated three meters above the ground while fragments of stone around him rose and fell in a steady rhythm.
Crack—
All of a sudden, the air pressure atop the mountain violently jolted. The fiercely shaking air compressed against itself, producing shrill squeaks as the stones trembled and thin cracks spread across their surfaces.
Boom! The stones abruptly exploded, turning into a cloud of dust that vanished. In the place where they had been, a sinister dark-red fissure suddenly appeared. It was shadowy and icy, flickering now and then with cold electric light, like a beast opening its blood-filled maw.
As though it were about to swallow everything.
That fissure was a tear in space, filled with lightning capable of destroying all things.
"Disperse!" With a light shout, the terrifying crack in midair trembled a few times before vanishing unwillingly. Chaya frowned at the spot where it had disappeared and tried to activate the energy within him. A hazy pale golden radiance suddenly rose from his body, and an overwhelming aura whipped up a whirlwind that scattered all the surrounding dust.
A series of electronic beeps rang out, and a string of data appeared before his eyes.
"2,530 battle power!"
More than 2,500 battle power—enough to rival an ordinary adult Mid-Class Warrior!
The corners of Chaya's lips lifted slightly as he let out a long breath. After years of relentless effort and countless hardships, his battle power had grown more than fivefold since he had first arrived on Planet Selma. Yet what made him truly fearsome now was not his battle power, but those two unfathomable psychic abilities.
After long-term development, Chaya had become thoroughly adept at using his spatial ability. On the foundation of "Instant Transmission," he had developed a new technique—Space Slash!
It was a terrifying move that was almost impossible to guard against, its practicality comparable to "Time Freeze."
After switching off the Scouter, he looked across the boundless, empty plateau. This place lay by the Gobi Desert in western Selma, where dusky yellow gravel blanketed the earth. When the wind blew, it swept yellow sand into the sky, and a lofty sense of vastness rose in his heart.
"I've been on Planet Selma for over three years. It's time to leave."
With a thought, Chaya abruptly vanished from the mountaintop.
On the flatlands below, Selyne was still throwing punches and kicks. The energy spilling from her body compressed against itself, stirring the air until it hissed. Beads of sweat dripped from her hair, striking the ground and rising as wisps of steam. Her beautiful hair fluttered in the wind, tied into a bundle with a ribbon, while several sweat-dampened strands clung to her small face.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Vast waves of air surged and rolled, shaking outward from Selyne as their center. The pressure at the heart of it dropped again and again, and enormous clouds of dust swept up like an approaching desert storm. As Selyne's punches and kicks grew faster, muffled bursts of air being torn apart rose one after another. Within several hundred meters, the ground seemed like a pot of boiling water.
Boom!!
A figure appeared high in the air, then fell freely. Yet the person merely extended a palm lightly, and in an instant, the entire storm was abruptly dispersed.
The fierce gale vanished, and the sand and stones dancing through the sky were drawn down by gravity, falling one after another to the ground.
Chaya landed on one foot and walked toward Selyne.
"Big brother!" Selyne called out unhappily, clearly displeased that Chaya had interrupted her training.
Chaya smiled, unconcerned as he dusted the sand from his clothes. "All right, don't be angry. I came to tell you that we'll be leaving this planet soon."
Selyne's expression immediately improved a little. Then she asked, "Chaya, have you mastered your psychic ability? We won't need to take a spaceship?"
Selyne was mature now. She understood that they needed enough trump cards in hand and could not place complete trust in King Vegeta and Frieza. The way to keep King Vegeta in the dark was to conceal their battle power, which required them to travel to distant Earth.
Chaya nodded and said seriously, "Yes. If I use my psychic ability at full strength while carrying you, we should be able to reach Earth quickly!"
"When are we leaving?"
"As soon as we've stored the spacecraft, we can leave whenever we want."
Selyne nodded. Then, with a tap of her toes, she soared into the air and flew toward the valley where they lived.
Chaya followed behind her. Seeing how decisive the young girl had become, he stood there, sighed, and shook his head. "Little Selyne has grown up. She doesn't cling to me anymore. Why isn't she as cute as she was when she was little?"
Normally, he always went along with Selyne's wishes. She should have become even more attached to him, so why was she growing more and more independent? Had he somehow raised her wrong, or was the Saiyans' unconventional nature simply too pronounced?
After returning to the small valley where they had lived for three years and confirming that both spacecraft had been properly stored away, Chaya found a huge boulder and blocked the cave entrance.
Once he had finished, Chaya took Selyne's small hand. "Hold on tight. I'm about to use 'Instant Transmission.'"
Selyne answered softly, stepped forward, hugged Chaya, and buried her head against his chest.
Chaya wrapped his arms around Selyne's waist and pressed two fingers of his other hand against his forehead. His expression was exceptionally grave. With a thought, a strange ripple immediately enveloped them both.
After a brief flash of light, the two disappeared from the tranquil, secluded valley.
Within the vast universe, the gauze-like Milky Way poured down from northeast to southwest. The stars shone brilliantly, glittering like crystals, great and small scattered across the curtain of night and continuously radiating diamond-like brilliance.
Earth, a blue planet in the southern region of the North Galaxy.
Earth was a low-level planet, one that no race took seriously. Even humans armed with firearms possessed battle power of only around ten or so. Yet this inconspicuous planet held the most profound martial arts.
At that moment, in a hilly region of the Northern Hemisphere, a dazzling radiance flashed through the air like a star.
After the light faded, two figures suddenly appeared in midair, then plummeted straight down without warning.
"Wah!" Chaya hit the ground and immediately collapsed onto his back, opening his mouth to greedily gulp down the vital energy in the air.
"Damn, that was a miscalculation. We nearly lost our direction in space. I can't be so reckless again."
Chaya regretted it inwardly. Although he had found Earth's coordinates in the spacecraft, he had still underestimated the difficulty of crossing interstellar distances. If not for their good luck, they might have become lost in the universe. Along the way, Chaya had continuously used several planets as transfer points before finally reaching their destination!
Such large-scale Instant Transmission consumed an astonishing amount of energy. Although he had transferred from planet to planet, the process had nearly drained every last bit of his energy. He had almost died before accomplishing anything.
"Chaya, you should think things through before using Instant Transmission in the future."
Selyne spoke softly, then observed their surroundings. Her lovely brows furrowed. "So this is the Earth you told me about? Its gravity is only one-tenth that of Planet Vegeta. It isn't even comparable to Selma. Does this place really have some miraculous martial arts training method?"
After resting for a while and recovering his strength, Chaya stood up. "Don't underestimate Earth. Though it's only a low-level planet, the martial arts principles here are far from simple. If we can fully grasp them, forget King Vegeta—even Frieza could be destroyed with a flip of our hands!"
Selyne's starry eyes shifted. She had never seen Chaya praise a planet so highly before.
"It seems this planet really does have something worthwhile!"
Chaya swept his gaze over the surroundings. "First, we'll find somewhere inhabited and change into suitable clothes. Then we'll look for a place to train."
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