Planet Mapa

"Sephiria, are you really not planning on coming with me?"

Roland stretched out his body as he lay back in the soft seat of the space pod. He wasn't sure what material the seat was made of, but it was incredibly comfortable.

Sephiria pressed her hand onto Roland's head and scoffed, "You want me to help you with such a small mission? Just go yourself. Although it's a bit troublesome, you won't be in any danger if you're careful. As the younger brother of me, Sephiria, you must be a capable warrior."

I'm worried about you!

Roland couldn't help but roll his eyes. It was out of kindness that he asked her to come along; he didn't actually expect to go on some mission!

It was the typical mindset of the warrior race—thinking only of fighting from dawn till dusk. In another year, Planet Vegeta would be gone; who cared about some mission?

Looking at Sephiria's beautiful, flower-like face, Roland suddenly felt a sense of reluctance. She had taken care of him for so long, after all; it would be a terrible shame if she were to be destroyed along with Planet Vegeta. However, in the end, Roland still didn't tell her the truth.

He knew she wouldn't believe it anyway.

Currently, the entire Saiyan race was subservient to King Frieza, fighting wars for him everywhere and carrying out missions to sell planets. For Saiyans, who treated combat as a pleasure, there was no life more satisfying than this.

Except for King Vegeta in the upper echelons, who had a slight sense of resistance, the rest of the Saiyans had likely long since grown accustomed to their current life.

It was true that Sephiria was his sister, but they hadn't spent much time together. It would be difficult for him to make her believe in future events. If he spoke out and the aliens monitoring the Saiyans found out, it would only cause complications, and he might not even be able to save his own life.

"Send me a message when you reach Planet Mapa. You know how to use the communication function on the scouter, right?"

Sephiria leaned in, fastened the safety belt for Roland, and placed a ring-shaped, helmet-like device on him. It was the ship's controller, which also served as a data transmission device.

The girl's unique scent drifted into his nose.

"I know, I'll send you a message."

Roland leaned his face closer, enjoying the moment. Sephiria didn't seem to realize she was being taken advantage of.

After patting Roland on the head, Sephiria stepped out of the spherical pod. The hatch slowly closed, and through the cyan glass, Roland saw Sephiria standing not far away, waving her arm at him.

A sense of sorrow at their parting welled up in Roland's heart. He gazed at Sephiria one last time before ordering the pod to take off.

Silly girl, I'm sorry. I have to save my own skin first.

A downward force pressed heavily against his body. The scenery below grew smaller and smaller, gradually turning into a blur. Before long, the curved horizon and the hazy atmosphere receded, and the ship sailed into the vast, dark expanse of space.

Through the glass, Roland watched as the blue-and-white Planet Vegeta sped away, quickly shrinking into a mere speck of light before vanishing from sight.

"Finally left Planet Vegeta."

He felt as if a weight had been lifted from his heart. Roland took a slow breath and exhaled, a flash of determination in his eyes. He issued a command to the ship, and it entered sleep mode.

At that moment, the transmission device on Roland's head began to feed Saiyan combat techniques into his cerebral cortex. The journey from Planet Vegeta to his destination, "Planet Mapa," would take about two months—a distance that was actually quite vast, considering it only took a month to travel from Earth to Planet Namek.

Over these two months, he would fully master the skills a Saiyan warrior should possess.

Planet Mapa was the mission destination Sephiria had chosen for him. According to the universal classification of planets, Planet Mapa was only considered a low-level planet, and the strongest creatures on it had very limited combat power!

By standard classification, planets with a maximum combat power below 1,000 were categorized as low-level, those between 1,000 and 5,000 as mid-level, and those above 5,000 as high-level. Since Planet Mapa was a low-level planet, the energy of the creatures there was all below 1,000.

In fact, Sephiria had already investigated this when she chose the mission; the strongest combat power on Planet Mapa didn't even exceed 500.

With Roland's current combat power of 310, he wouldn't be in any danger as long as he was careful.

It was estimated that within a few years, Roland's strength would completely surpass the strongest beings on Planet Mapa.

The ship sped along, trailing a long plume of fire behind it like a comet, though this was actually a visual illusion caused by the ship's extreme speed.

In the vast, boundless universe, countless stars twinkled in the pitch-black sky, unfolding like a massive, slow-moving scroll. On a cosmic scale, the distances between planets were immense; even two twinkling points of light were likely separated by countless light-years.

Thanks to the advanced technology of cosmic civilizations, interstellar travel in the Dragon Ball world was clearly much more convenient, allowing one to cross several star sectors in just days or months.

In the night, a bright streak of light flashed by and quickly vanished. If the lens zoomed in, one could see it was a milky-white spherical pod.

In the blink of an eye, two months had passed since Roland left Planet Vegeta, and his destination, "Planet Mapa," was now close at hand.

The ship's sleep system deactivated as it approached the planet. Roland opened his eyes; compared to two months ago, he had matured significantly. His mind was now filled with Saiyan combat tactics, which left him brimming with excitement.

"Planet Mapa, this counts as my first stop in the Dragon Ball world."

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Roland was now in desperate need of an opponent to test his abilities.

Planet Mapa, a dry riverbed.

With a piercing roar, a glowing red spherical object pierced the atmosphere and crashed down. After a violent impact, the sky was immediately filled with billowing dust that blotted out the sun. Due to the lack of moisture in the area, the dust lingered, forming thick, heavy clouds of haze.

In a corner of the exposed riverbed, an impact crater a hundred meters wide and of unknown depth appeared.

In the center of the crater, a milky-white spherical pod lay half-buried in sand and stone, its surface scorched and emitting wisps of heat.

With a "click," the hatch opened. A small figure crawled out of the ship and slowly ascended into the air.

Gently brushing the dust from his body, Roland hovered in mid-air, covering his mouth to clear the dust from the air. He looked around, and what met his eyes was a dim, dry landscape.

Trees were sparse, with only a few towering shrubs visible. Herds of fierce beasts roamed the surroundings, much like the African savanna of his past life.