A thunderous crash rang out in the distance. A triangular-winged spacecraft plunged toward a stretch of tidal flats, trailing thick black smoke. The impact tore up the hard-packed ground in an instant, sending a dense cloud of dust billowing across the area. Everything within several hundred meters vanished from view.
Roland watched the spacecraft go down. His keen eyesight let him spot more than a dozen smaller craft following close behind.
"Looks like someone's chasing that ship," Roland said, watching from afar with a calm expression.
"Oh, just some unlucky guy who caught the attention of space pirates. It happens all the time out here. But those pirates don't look like much—just small fry who only dare prey on lone ships. They'd run for the hills if they ran into us Saiyans."
Sephiria glanced over, the corners of her lips lifting in disdain. She seemed to have seen scenes like this countless times.
"Should we go take a look?"
"Of course. This is Saiyan territory, after all." Sephiria nodded indifferently and darted away, her graceful figure appearing a hundred meters off in an instant.
Roland followed, his body turning into a streak of light.
The former site of Planet Sadala lay in a remote corner of the North Galaxy, far beyond the Frieza Force's reach. Even if someone discovered they were Saiyans, it wouldn't matter much.
The crash had devastated everything within a fifty-meter radius. At the center of a circular crater, a triangular-winged spacecraft lay half-buried beneath sand and gravel. Its hull was badly warped, and thin wisps of black smoke drifted from beneath the debris.
"Cough, cough..." The spacecraft's hatch opened, and a round-headed, orange-skinned alien struggled out.
"Damn it. I crashed on a barren planet like this." Guweisha looked around in despair, his heart sinking. "I have