The Surviving Saiyan

"Why didn't you bring this out sooner!"

Hertz was excited, yet couldn't help but reproach her. Sephiria should have produced this item much earlier!

Sephiria glanced at Roland and stated bluntly, "At the time, Roland's ability wasn't enough to transport everyone, and the spacecraft was too conspicuous. Even if I had taken out this database, it would have been useless."

Hertz fell silent for a moment, then sighed, "That is true."

Sephiria continued, "But things are different now. As Roland's power has increased, transporting people is no longer as difficult as it once was. We might even be able to bring back a few of our kin."

"Yes, it must be possible." Hertz grew excited. It had only been a little over a month since the destruction of Planet Vegeta. No matter how fast the Frieza Force moved, they couldn't possibly have wiped out every single Saiyan in the universe. There had to be survivors on some remote planets.

The Saiyan race had not been completely extinguished.

Hertz's heart was suddenly filled with hope. He had originally thought that only the three of them remained. Although Sephiria was a female Saiyan capable of reproduction, Hertz had his own wife in mind; reproduction could only happen between Sephiria and Roland. Even then, it would at most extend the line by one generation, and it would certainly not be sustainable after that.

In that case, the Saiyans would be as good as extinct, disappearing entirely within a few decades.

But now it was different. With this database in hand and Roland's Transfer Technique, there was definitely hope of finding some kin before the Frieza Force did.

They didn't need many—just a hundred or two, provided the gender ratio was decent, and the Saiyan race could continue.

"Let's extract the data inside," Roland said.

Hertz nodded eagerly.

The group hurriedly washed their hands and carefully inserted the USB drive containing the vital data into the spacecraft's data port. The ship's computer quickly identified the files, and the wide screen became densely packed with information on various planets and the Saiyans assigned to missions there.

"There really are quite a lot. We need to screen them carefully."

After some deliberation, they decided to start with the nearest planets, aiming to find kin with decent potential.

Roland posed a question: "What if those people don't want to come back with us?"

Saiyans were arrogant and unruly by nature. It wasn't as if they would just listen because you wanted to take them; there would always be a few vicious and daring individuals.

A cold glint flashed in Sephiria's eyes: "If they don't want to follow, we'll teach them a lesson first. If they still don't listen, we kill them."

Hertz also wore a fierce expression: "I agree with Sephiria's approach. Before our wings are fully grown, we must never expose our tracks."

Roland nodded. Killing those who refused was the most direct method. They would be killed by the Frieza Force sooner or later anyway, so he would simply select the suitable ones to bring back. Roland absolutely did not want to go through all that trouble only to bring back ingrates.

"Roland, I'll go with you." Sephiria looked at Roland with bright eyes.

"Right, let Sephiria go with you. She can protect your safety, and I will stay on Planet Frie to wait for your return," Hertz nodded. Roland's safety was more important than anything else.

Roland thought for a moment and nodded: "Alright, let's go together."

Although Roland's combat power was approaching 1,000—a strength that couldn't be considered weak in the universe (after all, Raditz dared to roam the universe recklessly with a combat power of 1,500)—it certainly couldn't be called strong either.

For the sake of his own life, bringing a bodyguard was essential. Between Sephiria and Hertz, Roland naturally chose Sephiria.

After all, she was his older sister, and a great beauty at that; being together and smelling her fragrance was quite pleasant.

Once everything was prepared, Roland had Sephiria hold onto him tightly and began to perform the "Transfer Technique." Feeling a soft touch against his body, Roland pursed his lips. The "Transfer Technique" activated rapidly, and with a flash of white light, the two figures vanished from Planet Frie.

Watching the figures of the siblings disappear, the corners of Hertz's mouth trembled slightly as he clenched his fist tightly.

Whether the Saiyan race could continue depended on them.

Several galaxies away, the figures of Roland and Sephiria suddenly appeared.

"This is it, Planet Mando. According to the data, there is a low-class warrior here." Roland opened his Scouter and quickly searched for data on the planet, his mouth curling upward: "Looks like our luck is pretty good; that Saiyan is still alive."

"Let's go!"

Sephiria picked up Roland, her combat power of 6,000 erupting as a straight beam of energy shot into the sky. She carried Roland quickly toward the energy source.

After passing through dense jungles and vast grasslands, and crossing several high mountains, the two arrived at a relatively open hilly area. Mountains rose on both sides, and in the quiet old forest, the sounds of birds echoed.

BOOM!

A violent sound reverberated through the sky, and the earth began to shake. As thick trees crashed down, a series of dense smoke clouds rose above the forest.

In the forest, a child who looked only eight or nine years old was fighting a giant dinosaur. The collision grew increasingly intense, shaking the earth and clearing a space in the dense woods.

The child laughed heartily, a fierce glint in his eyes. He continuously fired azure energy waves from his hands, which slammed into the dinosaur, causing the giant beast to let out a miserable cry. Its long neck tilted to the side, and it collapsed, completely unconscious.

Seeing his prey finally fall, the child burst into loud laughter.

He did not know that everything he had done had been witnessed by two people.

Roland floated in the air, his mouth curling slightly: "That's the one. Asa, ten years old, low-class warrior, combat power 280. Not bad for a low-class warrior."

Sephiria looked on indifferently: "Knock him out and take him."

"Not going to ask for his opinion?"

"Fair point. If we bring him back and he refuses to cooperate, it would be a waste of the Senzu Bean consumed on the way. Let's ask him." In Sephiria's eyes, Senzu Beans were very precious.

"Huh? Who are you people?"

The Saiyan named Asa saw Sephiria and Roland. Just as he was about to ask something, Sephiria flickered and appeared beside him, crushing the Scouter on his ear.

BANG! Seeing his Scouter crushed into fragments, Asa said angrily: "What are you doing? You actually destroyed my Scouter!"

Sephiria's face turned cold, and she released an imposing aura: "Brat, you'd better behave."

"O-okay, whatever you say..." Feeling the killing intent radiating from Sephiria, Asa's face turned pale, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at her.