New Mission

"If Frieza has truly installed eavesdropping devices on our scanners, then his hostility toward us Saiyans must have been brewing for a long time. Every move we make is likely under his surveillance."

Adri's expression turned grim. After a moment of internal struggle, he waved his hand at Chaya and Selyne. "I understand. This is a serious matter, so you two children should not get involved. Rebecca and I will verify it ourselves."

The rest of the journey passed in silence. Adri was preoccupied with the future of the Saiyans, so he didn't even ask where Chaya had obtained the Senzu Bean.

Upon returning home, Adri and Rebecca retreated into a room and did not emerge until evening. When they finally came out, their faces were grim and filled with anxiety.

The next day, at the first light of dawn.

Early in the morning, Adri had already taken his student, Myers, and departed Planet Vegeta in a spacecraft, heading toward Red Rock Planet to carry out a training mission. Of course, his other objective was to try and contact some of the more rational Saiyans to discuss the future of their race; the first people who came to mind were his old comrades-in-arms.

They first needed to determine exactly how strong Frieza's power was. If they didn't even have a clear assessment of their opponent's strength and threw caution to the wind to stage a rebellion like King Vegeta, the outcome would surely be tragic.

A war concerning their very survival had to be fought with a clear understanding of both themselves and the enemy.

Regarding this, Chaya could actually help them, but he couldn't just tell them directly! Saiyans were proud by nature and sometimes incredibly stubborn. If he told them outright that Frieza's power was so great he could destroy the entire Saiyan race with a wave of his hand, and that they should prepare to retreat rather than fight to the death, these Saiyans would never believe or accept it.

Not to mention that Chaya couldn't explain his source of information, even if he did, they would naturally assume that a Saiyan warrior should die on the battlefield rather than retreat in the face of danger.

"Where there is life, there is hope"—this kind of forward-thinking would only be truly embraced once they discovered the answer for themselves and witnessed Frieza's despair-inducing power. Only then, with a little guidance from Chaya, would they finally make up their minds.

In the distance, mountains rolled and undulated, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The morning sun quietly poked its head out, its rays piercing through the thick mist in the forest to illuminate the earth, refracting into brilliant, multicolored hues along the way.

Because of a light rain the night before, the leaves were still dotted with tiny water droplets. As the wind blew, the droplets slid off the foliage, instantly splashing into even finer mist. The emerald-green branches stretched enchantingly through the dense forest, shimmering in the hazy atmosphere, full of the breath of life.

Inside a hemispherical training ground at Selyne's home.

This was where Saiyans usually practiced. It was over ten meters in length and width, with semi-arched walls constructed from the most advanced alloy materials. A special energy-absorbing coating was applied to the surface to soak up the excess energy scattered during training. The entire training ground looked silver, bright, and highly modern, yet not at all glaring.

This was a very standard training room, lacking any additional air, temperature, or gravity adjustment devices. Most training grounds for life forms in the universe were like this; they hadn't yet developed a set standard and didn't realize the importance of those seemingly insignificant factors to the effectiveness of their training.

At this moment, on both sides of the arc-shaped training room, the biochemical robots used for defense were fully activated. Their crimson, single eyes flickered with a chilling, scarlet light, and the two energy-firing devices on their chests were fully charged, emitting a faint blue glow...

In the center of the training ground, two small figures darted back and forth, engaging in a fierce hand-to-hand struggle while simultaneously dodging sudden attacks from the biochemical robots. Their combat speed was so fast that afterimages constantly flashed around them; often, they would exchange dozens of blows in the blink of an eye.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo..."

The biochemical robots operated according to a set pattern. Deep blue energy beams fired from the tubular emitters on their chests, crisscrossing in mid-air to form a massive net, sweeping toward the two figures in the center like a fisherman casting a net.

Pausing slightly in mid-air, they flowed like water, altering their trajectories to dodge the energy beams at impossible angles, almost grazing them. Chaya watched the young girl before him with a relaxed, amused expression. Selyne's delicate face was set in a look of concentration. Although this was merely a friendly spar with her Ki suppressed, Chaya's stance still revealed a different kind of martial artist to her—graceful, free, and possessing an imposing, magnificent aura.

"Whoosh!" Chaya's figure vanished from before Selyne. Her eyes darted around, tracking his movements intently.

"Hah!"

A fist suddenly appeared at Selyne's waist. Her eyes shimmered, and she tilted her body slightly to evade the strike. The intense wind pressure from the punch slammed into the ground, creating a rhythmic thumping sound.

Her slender frame flashed, dodging a series of relentless offensives that came one after another, fierce as tigers and roaring like wolves.

Selyne retreated dozens of meters, steadied her stance, and then dove forward, charging toward Chaya!

Chaya's eyes flickered as he focused on her movements. "Bang!" Selyne's fist struck out, but it was intercepted by Chaya's elbows.

Watching Selyne's unpretentious, crisp, and efficient attacks, Chaya couldn't help but nod before launching a rapid counter-attack.

"Clang," "Clang," "Clang."

A series of urgent bells echoed through the training ground. Dozens of biochemical robots seemed to receive a command simultaneously, moving in unison toward the walls of the training ground. Openings suddenly appeared in the silver curved surfaces, and the robots retreated into the gleaming walls.

Rebecca watched quietly from the side. When she saw Chaya and Selyne finish their training and walk out of the arena, she handed them two towels and smiled. "Here, wipe off your sweat. I didn't expect you two to be able to exchange attacks while dealing with 32 biochemical robots at the same time. You know, each of those robots has an energy level of over 800! Being able to do this means your combat power is already approaching 1,000."

"It's only 1,000 combat power; that's still a long way off!"

Chaya said as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. If he hadn't been suppressing his Ki, he wouldn't have shed a single drop of sweat from such a minor workout.

"By the way, Mom, has our new mission been assigned yet?" Selyne asked in a crisp voice after unscrewing a bottle of water and taking a sip.

Rebecca smiled and pulled out a form, handing it over. "Look, this is your new mission. You are to go to Dotalia Planet to wipe out a primitive tribe. The mission level is intermediate, so you need to form a Saiyan squad. The members of your squad are listed right there!"

Chaya took the form and read it carefully. He frowned slightly, but his expression quickly smoothed out. Dotalia was a planet approaching intermediate status, with a strength similar to Planet Selma, where they had conducted their last mission. However, this time, the mission management office required them to organize a Saiyan squad to enter Dotalia Planet.

These missions were issued directly by Frieza Headquarters based on the status of the Saiyans. Although the Taje at the mission management office were very annoying, they dared not defy the will of Frieza Headquarters in these matters, and certainly wouldn't add any embellishments to the mission orders.