Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, two months had passed.
North Galaxy, Earth.
The weather was clear, the sun was bright, and the light of dawn shone over the land, setting off a dazzling, beautiful scene. Everything seemed so wonderful.
Deep within a stretch of rugged mountains in the northern hemisphere, a figure suddenly darted through the forest. The figure moved with agility, appearing and vanishing by turns. Sometimes he was clearly up ahead, only to appear on another peak a hundred meters away in the blink of an eye.
"Mount Paozu should be nearby." Chaya lifted his head and glanced at the towering peaks ahead, his heart calm and serene.
Mountains rose all around, the surroundings quiet and peaceful. Steep ridges were densely packed together, and only a long, narrow mountain path led into the depths of the range. Because the place was remote, few people came and went through the mountains, and over time, it had become a paradise away from the world for wild animals.
After three years, Chaya had come to Earth once more, just as Planet Vegeta was about to be destroyed. Naturally, he had his own purpose.
For the past two months, Chaya had tirelessly traveled back and forth between Planet Vegeta and Red Mountain Star, finally transferring the planned three thousand-plus Saiyans to Red Mountain Star, giving the Saiyan lineage there its first real scale.
However, at present, this Saiyan group on Red Mountain Star was mainly made up of Low-Class Warriors. The only Elite Warriors were Adri and the others, making it look extremely shabby compared with the Saiyans on Planet Vegeta. Although this would not affect the future development of the Saiyans on Red Mountain Star, too few Elite Warriors meant their foundation was thin. If they