Young Saiyan

Roland and Sephiria discussed for a long time but still couldn't come up with a more suitable approach. Scratching his head, he had no choice but to continue down the path of the Super Saiyan. After all, this path was still somewhat traceable. By cultivating and modifying it according to his own situation, he should be able to forge his own path.

If you take a different approach from the start, the risks involved are unpredictable, not to mention whether you can succeed.

Roland considers herself a fairly composed person and not one to act rashly.

In the days that followed, the two continued to train their bodies. By normal standards, a fighting power of 3 million was not weak at all, and they should have been able to become Super Saiyan by now. However, for some reason, perhaps due to a lack of some kind of catalyst, they were unable to become true Super Saiyan.

After training for a while longer, his normal combat power steadily increased, but he did not reach Super Saiyan form.

"Something's definitely missing. If she really wanted to become Super Saiyan, she should have done so when Sephiria broke through to Red Eye."

With a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, Roland lay leisurely on a patch of grass, looking up at the white clouds that constantly changed shape with the breeze.

This is a relatively pristine planet. The previous Metal Planet, after a series of battles, finally succumbed to the high-energy bombardment from Roland and his companions, and was reduced to fragments in space. After the destruction of the Metal Planet, Roland and Sephiria dusted themselves off and found a new planet.

However, on this planet, they stopped their intense training and instead concealed their aura, leading a peaceful life.

Aside from routinely maintaining their physical vitality, they did virtually no other exercise.

Roland possesses extensive martial arts knowledge and deeply understands the importance of balancing work and rest. Excessive tension not only hinders training progress but often leads to less effective results and can even have more negative consequences. Although they lead ordinary lives now, their mundane existence contains profound martial arts philosophies.

They can gain something from careful reflection; it all depends on whether they can truly grasp it.

A shadow appeared before Roland 'Roland eyes, Sephiria leaned forward and sat down beside him.

"I just received a strange spaceship signal, it seems to be coming from a spaceship on Planet Vegeta."

Roland paused, then sat up. "This is the West Galaxy, how could there be a signal from Planet Vegeta spaceship here? Besides, Planet Vegeta has been destroyed for so many years..."

Sephiria: "Perhaps some survivors have made it to the rescue."

"On this planet?"

"Yes."

"I don't see any powerful energy on this planet!" Roland stroked his chin, his aura spreading out, and in the blink of an eye, the entire planet was under his perception, but he didn't find any powerful energy.

The planet Roland and his group are currently on is located in the eastern part of the West Galaxy and is called "Planet Bilan". The combat power of the entire planet is extremely low, probably only slightly better than Earth, and there are very few with a combat power exceeding 100. Roland disdains such a planet, so he did not explore it further.

Hearing from Sephiria that they had received a signal from the Planet Vegeta spaceship, he couldn't help but look somewhat surprised.

"Perhaps he's Exiled Children. During King Vegeta's reign, many unqualified Saiyan were banished, and there might be one here."

"If so, then you're really lucky to have escaped Frieza Legion's pursuit."

Roland chuckled lightly, a hint of coldness creeping into his lips, whether from dissatisfaction with King Vegeta or disdain for the Frieza Legion. From Roland's perspective, he had every right to express his dissatisfaction with King Vegeta. To be frank, King Vegeta was a competent Saiyan, but his rule had not made the Saiyan stronger; instead, it had resulted in several cases of Exiled Children.

Logically speaking, even non-combatant Saiyan exist on Planet Vegeta, so why bother with the so-called "Exiled Children"?

The so-called "Exiled Children" was actually just a means for King Vegeta to eliminate dissidents. He banished all those who might threaten his rule or that of his son from Planet Vegeta under various pretexts, but deliberately did not kill them, leaving them to fend for themselves outside.

You must know that if you don't cut the weeds at the root, they will grow back in the spring breeze.

Broly is a perfect example.

If it were Roland, he wouldn't have done that. He would either kill or spare them; why complicate things and create future problems?

"By the way, where is the signal transmission point?" Roland asked.

"Three thousand two hundred kilometers from here." Sephiria fiddled with a signal receiver; the icon showed the signal source was in the southeast direction.

"Let's go take a look."

Roland stood up, dusted himself off, and then flew off to the location indicated by the signal receiver.

The two flew for a while, and soon the hills gradually turned into plains, then into plateaus, passing through mountains and jungles, and finally landing in an open forest.

It was a dense primeval forest, overgrown with grass and trees, with thick, towering trees that blocked the view. These giant trees rose and fell rhythmically with the terrain. Near a mudflat, there were obvious signs of an impact within an area of about twenty meters in diameter. Judging from the recovery of the surrounding vegetation, it must have been some years since the impact.

"Look at that spaceship!" Sephiria pointed with her slender, jade-like finger.

Following the direction Sephiria pointed, at the junction of the two stone slabs, a moss-covered spherical object caught Roland's attention.

"It's a spacecraft from Planet Vegeta; it looks quite old."

"There's no doubt that Saiyan have visited this place before; we just don't know if they're dead or not."

Sephiria crossed her arms, her expression somewhat indifferent. Sephiria consistently ignored the weak. Even though living with Roland for a long time had changed her personality, she only showed concern for a few people like Tights. Others who didn't meet her standards didn't even deserve a second glance.

"Let's see if there's any slightly stronger energy nearby; maybe that Saiyan is still alive."

"Even if they survive, the energy they possess is so low that even we can't sense it." Sephiria raised her eyelids slightly, saying this, but still began searching as Roland had instructed.

After sensing something, an aura entered their field of vision.

"There's a faint aura coming from the mountain opposite, with an energy level of approximately 105 combat power!"

He's really weak; he's not even as good as Krillin was participating in the World Martial Arts Tournament for the first time.

With these thoughts in mind, Roland and Sephiria moved swiftly, arriving at the opposite mountain peak in the blink of an eye. At the intersection of the two peaks was a cave, from which the energy of 105 combat power emanated.

Roland glanced at Sephiria, and the two entered the cave together. Inside, they found relatively modern facilities, with bright lights shining and electric kettles boiling water. What caught their attention most was a small generator humming as it ran.

All the electricity in the entire cave is generated by this small generator.

On the bed not far from the electric kettle, a black-haired boy was fast asleep.

P. S.: Of the last four chapters, 253 and 254 are from the Android 15; the latest 255 and 256 are from Saturday the Android 16.