Spatial Transfer Technique

The vast universe was tinged with a dark red hue, near a massive star.

Whoosh!

A streak of light darted rapidly across the deep, silent space, standing out with striking clarity. Upon closer inspection, it was a disc-shaped spacecraft, roughly fifteen meters in diameter—a chubby, small-scale vessel.

Through the pale green glass canopy, a female Saiyan with a graceful physique could be seen leaning back against her seat in tranquility. Suddenly, Sephiria opened her eyes, a flicker of confusion crossing her beautiful pupils.

"What was that sound just now? Earth? Who wants to take me to Earth?"

Could it be some kind of illusion? Having fought across the universe, Sephiria had heard of aliens who specialized in psychic powers, some of which could bewilder the mind to achieve control over body and soul. Suspicious, Sephiria decisively ignored the voice.

Sure enough, before long, the voice vanished from the depths of her mind.

A cold sneer appeared on Sephiria's exquisite face, and she closed her eyes to rest once more.

"Sephiria, what's wrong?" A teammate nearby noticed the energy fluctuations radiating from her, and a female Saiyan with an average appearance asked. Sephiria shook her head quietly. "It's nothing. By the way, does anyone here know what kind of place Earth is?"

"Earth? It seems to be a remote planet. There are signs of civilization, but probes found nothing but water and plants—no particularly valuable precious metals—so it wasn't listed as a mission target."

"Why do you suddenly ask about that?"

Sephiria replied indifferently, without revealing her thoughts: "If my younger brother returns alive, I'll have him conquer Earth as punishment."

The team members burst into laughter upon hearing this. "A mere low-level planet? Sending a low-class warrior would be enough. Your brother is a mid-class warrior, right? That's overkill. Better to have him join us on missions; he's sure to grow quickly. Saiyans are meant to be tempered in battle."

"That's right, want me to train your brother for you? My strength is pretty good," a male Saiyan with fairly handsome features offered, his intentions obvious.

Sephiria glanced at him and refused, "No need, my brother will train himself."

Sephiria was well aware of the intentions of these young male Saiyans, but as someone who always championed martial strength, she was in the golden period of her growth. To her, romantic entanglements were merely troubles that hindered cultivation. Thus, aside from maintaining normal teammate relations, Sephiria remained solitary, wanting no entanglements with anyone.

The male Saiyan couldn't help but offer a sheepish smile at her response, feeling regretful that he couldn't sway her.

An excellent woman never lacks suitors. A female Saiyan like Sephiria—strong, beautiful, and having only recently reached adulthood—was a rarity on Planet Vegeta. Moreover, she was an elite warrior; if one were to pair with her, their offspring would undoubtedly have the potential to become powerhouses.

If they couldn't win her favor during the mission, the chances would be even slimmer once they returned to Planet Vegeta.

Alas, the king had dreams, but the goddess had no heart; Sephiria gave them no opportunity to pursue her.

The topic ended there, and all the Saiyans on the ship entered a state of hibernation.

Sephiria crossed her arms, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth: "Earth... that voice from earlier must be related to that place."

Earth, an open plain.

After acquiring the "Transfer Technique" from the inhabitants of Planet Metamor, Roland couldn't wait to experiment with it.

He mobilized the energy within his body based on the knowledge in his mind. Theory and practice were two different things; although he had every detail down pat, it still took him a long time to get the hang of it during his first formal attempt.

After a few trials, Roland roughly understood the essence of the "Transfer Technique."

Compared to the "Instant Transmission" of Planet Yardrat, the effects were similar—both could achieve spatial travel. However, the Metamoran "Transfer Technique" required locking onto the coordinates of the target location beforehand, and the preparation time was slightly longer than "Instant Transmission." Overall, it was not suitable for use in combat.

However, as a means of travel, it was perfectly suited.

Pinpointing a location and activating the transfer, Roland's figure appeared in various places across Earth. After testing it a few more times, he felt he had fully mastered the skill.

By then, the energy in his body was mostly depleted. Feeling the remaining energy, Roland smiled faintly: "This was just testing on Earth. If I were to perform long-distance interstellar travel, my energy would likely be drained dry! Next, I'll try a long-distance transfer."

After replenishing his stamina and putting on protective gear, Roland aimed for the Moon beyond Earth.

Whoosh!

As he mobilized his energy, his entire body began to blur, abruptly turning into a wisp of light. When he reappeared, he was already on the Moon, 380,000 kilometers away. What met his eyes was uneven terrain and loose, dry dust. The gravity, only one-sixth of Earth's, made Roland feel as if he might float away at any moment.

"Hahaha, as expected, the consumption increases with distance. But compared to the limitations of 'Instant Transmission' regarding sensing ki, this is all acceptable."

A satisfied smile appeared on his face, and with a thought, his body vanished from the Moon once more.

From now on, spatial distance could no longer restrict him. It was like a sheet of paper that could be folded at any time; as long as he knew the coordinates of the target planet and had enough energy, he could connect the two points and arrive at any planet at will!

A few days later, on a desolate plateau.

This was where the cargo ship had landed when Roland first arrived on Earth.

He had thought he would never need this ship again, but human nature is hard to escape—it didn't take long before Roland returned. However, he wasn't alone this time; accompanying him was Tights' father, Dr. Brief.

As for Tights, she had returned to West City after the Dragon Ball collection was finished to prepare for her new novel.

The purpose of bringing Dr. Brief here was to ask him to modify the cargo ship into a gravity training room. Sure enough, when he heard that Roland possessed an alien spacecraft, Dr. Brief, driven by his exploration of science and technology, agreed readily.

"Is this the spaceship you were talking about?"

Dr. Brief stood in front of the cargo ship, looking up at the vessel, which was over thirty meters long, eight meters high, and shaped like an ellipsoid.

Roland said: "That's right. Although it's just a cargo ship, it does contain alien technology. I believe you will be able to discover some new technologies from it, Doctor."