One Man Holds the Pass, Bardock!

Planet Plant.

When Roland set foot on this planet once again, his mood was somewhat different from before. Looking at the pale-purple-skinned natives living on the continent, who looked like frogs, he instead felt a sense of how fragile life was.

In Roland's senses, the Plantians before him were extremely frail. The strongest among them had a battle power of no more than 500, and there were only a handful of life forms with energy above 100.

One had to know that this was Planet Plant—Planet Vegeta—with ten times Earth's gravity. For such a weak race to have been born here was truly unbelievable. From the perspective of racial development, they were not even as good as Earthlings. At least Earth had given birth to exquisite martial arts worthy of praise, while here, there was nothing at all.

"Weak races are the most easily affected by external factors. A single global disaster can destroy tens of thousands of years of a race's accumulated civilization."

Roland knew that the Plantians before him would sooner or later go extinct, and that their homeworld would one day be renamed Planet Vegeta.

Before natural disasters, life was at its most fragile and helpless.

The replacement of races was a constant in the universe, and also part of the universe's process of self-renewal. Eternal races almost never existed. Some races might look carefree and prosperous now, but who knew when sudden misfortune would strike and send them toward destruction? The Alta, for example. The Saiyans, too. Both had been powerful for a time.

Before they were ruled by King Cold, the Saiyans could also be considered a powerful race. But no matter how glorious they had once been, they had ultimately been destroyed by Frieza's hand.

There were also the Plantians before him. Roland did