Searching for Survivors

"You're saying Planet Vegeta has been destroyed?"

The Saiyan named Asa's voice trembled upon hearing the news of Planet Vegeta's destruction, his face no longer bearing the arrogant, unruly expression he had displayed moments before.

Sephiria's cold gaze fell upon him. "That's right. Now, I'll give you two choices: first, come with us, and we will take you to a planet where you won't be found; second, stay here, and we won't interfere. Choose now."

"You won't hurt me?"

"Correct." Sephiria looked at him, a faint, hidden chill flashing through her eyes.

If this Saiyan made the right choice, all would be well. But if he chose to stay, Sephiria would not hesitate to end his life to ensure their own information remained secure.

After a moment of thought, the Saiyan Asa made his decision and whispered, "I am willing to go with you."

"A wise choice."

Roland exclaimed in admiration; the kid knew how to read the room, and thus, he had saved his own life.

He knew that Sephiria had actually been harboring murderous intent just a moment ago, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Sephiria was truly a Saiyan who acted with decisive ruthlessness; if it were him, he might not have been so cold-hearted. This was something he needed to learn from her.

"Your choice is correct. There are only a few of us Saiyans left; we shouldn't be suspicious of one another." A warm, pleasant smile appeared on Sephiria's face, completely devoid of the icy, distant coldness she had projected earlier. Roland glanced at her—you were planning to kill him just a second ago, weren't you?

Sephiria smiled at Roland, who paused for a moment before smiling back.

Asa laughed as well and asked, "How are we going to leave? You must have arrived in a spaceship, right..."

"No need for such trouble. A spacecraft would only expose our trail."

Roland and Sephiria then followed Asa to the spot where his ship had landed. They found the white, spherical pod, and Roland fired a Ki blast into the cockpit. With a loud boom, the pod began to burn from the inside, and a pungent, charred smell filled the air.

"Ah, you destroyed the ship! How am I supposed to leave now?" Asa asked nervously.

"Don't worry, we have our ways."

Roland remained calm, his voice indifferent.

Asa looked at him in confusion. Roland gave a mysterious smile, then grabbed him and began to perform the "Transfer Technique." Sephiria moved close to them naturally, and with a flash of light, the three of them vanished from the planet in an instant.

Of course, Roland did not take Asa directly to Planet Frie. Instead, after a few transfers, they landed on a planet not far from it.

This was a low-level planet called Planet Kasha. Aside from an abundance of wildlife, it possessed no valuable mineral resources, so it was not on the Frieza Force's list of targets for conquest.

Roland intended to gather all the Saiyans he found here, observe them for a period, and only make further plans once he was certain they were all obedient. After all, Saiyans were naturally unruly, and Roland wasn't about to trust them so easily.

"Stay here for now. Other Saiyans will be arriving soon; don't cause any conflicts."

"O-okay."

Asa's face turned pale as he nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with awe as he looked at Roland.

Roland nodded at Sephiria and said, "Let's head to the next target."

Sephiria asked with concern, "Don't you need to rest?"

Roland shook his head and swallowed a Senzu Bean. "No, our time is quite tight."

Sephiria nodded and moved close, allowing Roland to wrap an arm around her waist. Then, under the awestruck gaze of the Saiyan Asa, they transformed into a streak of light and disappeared.

On the next planet, Roland found their target: a female Saiyan just over four years old. Because of her young age, she had no resistance against Sephiria and the others. Just like with Asa, they used a mix of intimidation and persuasion, and she was soon tricked into being brought to Planet Kasha.

In the days that followed, Roland and Sephiria jumped between various planets, bringing back more and more Saiyans.

Of course, the process wasn't entirely smooth. They encountered quite a few who resisted; some Saiyans simply didn't believe them, or believed them but refused to leave. Without exception, these individuals were dealt with decisively by Sephiria.

As time passed, the traces of exiled Saiyans became harder and harder to find. They were either in extremely remote locations not worth the search, or they were found only to discover that they had already been killed by the Frieza Force.

Several times, Roland and his companion ran straight into Frieza Force soldiers. These aliens, tasked with hunting down Saiyans, generally had combat powers around one or two thousand. Roland was naturally no match for the truly powerful ones, but under Sephiria's protection, he didn't suffer a single injury.

Whenever they encountered aliens of comparable strength, Sephiria would destroy their communication devices first, then let Roland train against them. It was an unexpected gain, as he managed to rack up quite a bit of combat experience.

About two months later, Roland stopped his search for Saiyans. By this time, the number of Saiyans gathered on Planet Kasha had reached two hundred.

More than half of these Saiyans were underage children, with only sixty adults among them.

Fortunately, the gender ratio was relatively balanced, so continuing the Saiyan bloodline was no longer an issue. Once these Saiyans reached adulthood—assuming no losses along the way—they could form about a hundred pairs. If each pair produced three or four descendants, the Saiyan population would slowly recover.

To find these Saiyans, the number of Senzu Beans Roland had spent was quite substantial. Of the ten thousand he had originally swiped from Korin, only about five thousand remained, which made his heart ache for a long time.

But there was a reward for the effort; as these Saiyans grew, he would be able to build a significant force in the universe.

"It's just a pity that they are all low-level warriors; there are only ten mid-level ones."

Roland looked at the two hundred Saiyans before him with a hint of regret. Out of two hundred, only ten had the potential to be mid-level warriors, and among all the low-level and mid-level warriors combined, those with a combat power over one thousand were even fewer—a mere five.

Compared to the Saiyan race in its prime, they were so weak they were practically negligible.

Sephiria said, "Low-level warriors have always made up the majority of the Saiyans. Some are even non-combatants who could never reach a combat power of 1,000 in their entire lives. Finding ten with mid-level potential among the survivors is already quite good."

Hertz beamed with joy. "Exactly! With these people, at least the continuation of the Saiyan bloodline is no longer a problem."

It was pathetic to think about it; the once-arrogant Saiyan race had been reduced to the point where even the continuation of their bloodline required careful calculation.