Vegeta and Tarble

When Vegeta arrived on Planet Bilan, it was morning. The bright sunlight climbed the hillside and shone on the shimmering lake. As the sun continued to rise, the earth began to feel warm.

Another day begins on Planet Bilan.

The small spaceship landed on an open area. Vegeta stepped out, his indifferent gaze sweeping over the magnificent landscape, devoid of any appreciation. He donned a newly prepared Scouter Scouter, not belonging to the Frieza Legion, but purchased by Vegeta from a nearby planet.

After a series of beeping electronic sounds, a string of data appeared in the frame. The vast majority of these signals were in single digits, with only a few exceeding 100 combat power.

"..."

A hint of disdain flashed in his eyes, but Vegeta pressed the Scouter button expressionlessly, selecting one of the signals with a slightly higher energy value, around 140 battle power.

"Tarble is still so useless."

With a hint of disappointment and frustration, Vegeta's tone was quite displeased.

The second prince of Planet Vegeta, with such pitiful fighting power, is truly a laughing stock. No wonder his father banished him from Planet Vegeta, not even wanting to leave him with basic information. If other Saiyan found out, the royal family would lose all face.

Hmph, if it weren't for the fact that there were only a few Saiyan left in the universe, he wouldn't even want to see Tarble.

Feeling annoyed, Vegeta conjured a gust of wind beneath his feet, propelling him into the air before transforming into a streak of light and hurtling towards the signal source.

He passed through many villages inhabited by natives of Planet Bilan along the way. The weak energy of those villages made him disdainful of them. If it weren't for the fact that these natives could provide Tarble with some resources, Vegeta, with his temperament, would have destroyed them directly.

With a whoosh, bright light swept across the sky, Vegeta sped up, quickly arriving at a mountain range with towering ancient trees. He then landed and began walking up a rugged path.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a cleared area of more than 20 square meters that has been artificially prepared.

A young boy was practicing his fists and kicks with great effort, sweating profusely. A gust of wind swirled around him as he moved. Suddenly, the boy leaped up and kicked a rock more than three meters high in the distance. With a crack, the hard rock was shattered by the boy's kick.

"My combat power should have improved by now," Tarble panted, his body drenched in sweat.

"I don't know when my older brother will come; I've been waiting for a whole year."

Tarble sat down to rest for a while, then stood up to make breakfast. Just then, a cold wind swept in. Tarble's eyes darted around, and before he could react, an attack landed on him.

Bang!

His body flew out like a cannonball, crashing into a distant cliff face with a loud thud. A dent appeared in the cliff, and small stones fell down the wall along with Tarble.

Tarble, wincing in pain, struggled to his feet. Upon seeing his attacker, his face lit up with surprise. "Brother, you've finally come!" Ever since meeting Roland and the others a year ago, Tarble had been waiting for Vegeta —a whole year had passed.

"Useless trash, your strength is truly shameful." Vegeta coldly rebuked.

Tarble wasn't angry at all. He knew Vegeta cared about him, but he just couldn't bring himself to say it.

"Brother, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Vegeta gave a curt "hmm." "You were waiting for me? I won't take care of you, and don't even dream about leaving this planet."

"I really want to leave Planet Bilan..." Tarble scratched his head sheepishly.

Vegeta snapped, "Dream on! What would you do if you went out with your power? This planet, Planet Bilan, has a weak fighting force; you're not even capable of ruling it. Going out will only lead to your death."

Tarble was thoroughly humiliated by Vegeta, but he didn't feel any resentment. "Brother, do you know that Planet Sadala hasn't been destroyed yet? I met other Saiyan, and they're willing to take me away."

"What?"

Vegeta frowned. "Make your point clear. How could there possibly be other Saiyan in the universe? Planet Sadala was destroyed in ancient times, that's for sure." As a member of the royal family of Planet Vegeta, Vegeta knew the history of the Saiyan very well, and he was certain that Planet Sadala couldn't possibly still exist.

"It's true. There are Saiyan on Planet Sadala. They even gave me Communicator, so they'll send someone to pick me up if I want to go."

"There's Communicator? Let me see it."

Vegeta's expression changed slightly. He recalled the strange Saiyan he had encountered on the mission planet. There might be other Saiyan still living in the universe, but if they were as irrational as the ones he had met before, Vegeta was unwilling to let Tarble make contact with them.

"Oh."

Tarble nodded. "I left the Communicator in the cave. I'll go get it now."

After saying that, Tarble darted towards the cave and quickly found the Communicator that Roland had given him in a box next to the bedding.

"Brother, this is it." Tarble handed the Communicator to Vegeta.

Vegeta examined the Communicator; its design was quite advanced, entirely silver-white, resembling a button. "Tell me everything you know clearly, without omitting a single detail."

"Um."

Tarble hummed in agreement, then recounted his encounter with Roland and Sephiria a year ago, along with a description of the situation on Planet Sadala, including the Saiyan ranking system on Planet Sadala, leaving Vegeta completely bewildered.

Common Warrior, Elite Warrior, Super-Class Warrior.

We will still divide them into groups based on combat power of 10,000 and 100,000.

He spoke with great conviction, but did he really think he would believe such a deceptive story, except perhaps a clueless kid like Tarble?

Vegeta crossed his arms, his face indifferent, looking completely unconvinced.

You have to understand that even at its peak, Planet Vegeta only had five warriors with a power level exceeding 10,000. That already made Planet Vegeta a place that few dared to provoke. Could the so-called Planet Sadala be stronger than Planet Vegeta? He himself, the most outstanding prince, only had a power level of 12,000. He didn't believe there was any Saiyan better than him.

He was even more convinced that the so-called Planet Sadala was a complete hoax.

"Tarble, don't be fooled by such a low-level lie."

Seeing Vegeta's disbelief, Tarble became anxious. "... They told me that Planet Sadala is now known as the 'Sephiria Force,' and that it holds a significant position in the North Galaxy, and also has close ties with the Frieza Legion."

"Sephiria Force?"

Vegeta paused for a moment. The name sounded familiar, like he'd heard it somewhere before. Oh right, Nappa and Raditz had mentioned it when they were chatting. It was something like the Sephiria Force.

"Frieza Legion is indeed cooperating with a certain force, but it's hard to say whether that Sephiria Force is an organization of Saiyan."

"That's easy, I just need to press the Communicator and I'll know!" Tarble eagerly proved.

"Then let's give it a try."

Vegeta put on a stern face, his hard cheeks revealing no emotion.

When Tarble saw this, he assumed that Vegeta had acknowledged the existence of Sephiria Force. He happily pressed the button on the communicator, but there was only a dead tone on the other end. No one answered. Just when Tarble thought no one was answering, a voice came from the other end of the communicator.

"Hello, this is the Sephiria Force Contact Office. May I ask if this is Mr. Tarble?"