Trade Planet

Hertz also possessed the martial arts knowledge of Earth's Lookout. With a powerful warrior whose battle power exceeded 10,000 watching over them, Roland didn't need to worry about anything happening to the Saiyans on Planet Kasha.

With proper training, they could select some especially gifted warriors for focused instruction. Perhaps it wouldn't take even a few decades before their people produced a fighter as strong as Goku.

Of course, Roland didn't expect everyone to become as strong as Goku.

Goku had achieved extraordinary things largely because of his utterly pure, childlike heart. With his mind free of distractions and focused entirely on improving himself, he had reached such heights.

After giving Hertz further instructions, Roland left the Gravity Spaceship with him.

At this stage, Roland didn't rely on the Gravity Spaceship nearly as much as he'd imagined. A Gravity Chamber was enough for gravity training. Hertz, on the other hand, had to manage the Saiyans on Planet Kasha and often needed the ship.

"Roland, Sephiria, don't worry. I'll look after our people," Hertz promised them solemnly.

"With you there, we're at ease." Roland smiled and waved a hand.

Sephiria stared directly at Hertz and his wife. "You two should hurry up and have a child. There aren't many Saiyans left, so you should do your part to ensure our people continue."

Ashita blushed at Sephiria's words and replied bashfully, "Sephiria, what are you saying?"

Hertz was much more carefree. Putting an arm around Ashita, he said, "Don't worry. We'll do our best."

"You're joining in, too!" Ashita's face turned scarlet.

After saying their goodbyes, Roland wrapped an arm around Sephiria's waist and activated the Transfer Technique as Hertz and Ashita watched. A bright light flashed, their figures blurred, and they soon vanished from Planet Frie.

After Roland and Sephiria left, Hertz clapped his hands, ready to head to Planet Kasha and see which of their people were worth teaching martial arts.

Ashita nodded along. Wherever they were, as long as she was with her husband, she felt completely safe.

Meanwhile, Roland took Sephiria to a remote planet. After a brief rest, she asked, "Where are we going next? If we're looking for a challenge, we should go to a planet in turmoil."

Roland thought for a moment. "I want to see the western side of the North Galaxy. It's where the Saiyans originated. Planet Sadala has been destroyed, but there should still be some remnants."

Sephiria was also interested in the Saiyans' ancestral home, so she nodded in agreement. "The western side of the North Galaxy is a long way from here. Even Frieza's forces don't reach that far."

"That's why we need a new Star Map," Roland said. "I checked, and there's a small trade planet about half a month's journey from here. We should be able to buy a more detailed map there."

Sephiria draped an arm over Roland's shoulder. "Sometimes I envy your ability to travel through space."

Roland smiled and told her about a planet in the universe called Planet Yardrat, where the Instant Transmission technique was truly incredible. After hearing about it, Sephiria grew curious. Her beautiful eyes shone with excitement, and she wished she could go to Planet Yardrat at once.

In truth, Roland didn't know much about Planet Yardrat. The original story said it had been chosen by the Ginyu Force as a target for conquest, but through a twist of fate, Goku ended up there in a spaceship. Since the Ginyu Force had to step in to conquer it, Planet Yardrat had to be a high-level planet.

Planet Oron, a planet in the western part of the North Galaxy.

It was a relatively peaceful planet. Thanks to its stable situation, trading peoples from the surrounding areas kept gathering there. Gradually, Planet Oron became a hub of commerce, where many different races came to exchange goods.

In Planet Oron's main shopping district, a man and a woman walked down the street.

The woman looked eighteen or nineteen, with a graceful figure and a cloud of long hair drifting gently behind her. The boy looked very young, barely a meter tall and around five or six years old.

They were Roland and Sephiria, who had come from Planet Frie.

Walking down the broad street, they found the goods lining both sides dazzling. With races from nearby planets gathered here, Planet Oron's wares were dazzling and innumerable. They also saw all kinds of strange-looking aliens. Some resembled dinosaurs; others had heads like chickens. Most of these aliens had relatively low battle power.

Since the various races differed so greatly and were so diverse, a dedicated security industry had sprung up on Planet Oron.

Wealthy aliens usually hired a few bodyguards to accompany them. The guards protected them while also showing off their status, and generally had battle power around 1,000. Ordinary visitors had to do their best to protect themselves. Not causing trouble was a rule every alien visiting Planet Oron was expected to follow.

On a trade planet, as long as you didn't cause trouble, safety usually wasn't a major concern.

The planet's administrators had also formed a security force specifically to protect visitors. After all, if a planet engaged in trade couldn't even guarantee people's safety, its commerce couldn't develop smoothly.

As Sephiria walked down the street, they had already coiled their tails around their waists, but people nearby still kept glancing at them.

"I need to get a few new battle suits." Sephiria had worn her current suit for a long time. It was covered in cracks and could no longer reduce damage in battle.

"Do you have any universal currency?" Roland asked.

Trade across the universe used a precious metal called Xijin. It came in silver-white bars about five centimeters long and as thick as a little finger, mixed with various rare minerals. Xijin had immense purchasing power and was accepted throughout the universe. A single small bar could let an alien spend freely for a year, with money left over.

Frieza paid his alien subordinates in this metal.

Sephiria shot Roland a glance, then pulled four gleaming silver bars from her pocket. "I earned these as payment for missions on Planet Vegeta. One bar of Xijin can buy more than a hundred battle suits."

"I didn't know you were so rich," Roland joked.

Sephiria smacked him on the head and handed him a bar of Xijin. "You can use it to buy a complete Star Map. A spacecraft costs about one bar, too."

Roland took the Xijin and examined it in his hand. He hadn't expected such a short metal bar to have so much purchasing power.