The Arrangement of Fate

What a treasure!

This time, he had truly stumbled upon a treasure!

North Kai was so excited he could hardly contain himself.

If he could take in the legendary Super Saiyan as his disciple and carefully polish and train him, then what would a Galactic Emperor even amount to?

As the Kai of North Galaxy, he had spent countless years worrying over several especially powerful Galactic Emperors.

In recent years, especially after Frieza appeared, the North Galaxy under his jurisdiction had become even more turbulent.

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Countless planets had been destroyed and occupied, while countless races had been exterminated by evil forces.

Though he, as a Kai, knew there were matters he could not interfere with, he still felt deeply dissatisfied.

Especially whenever the four Kais gathered to discuss the state of their respective galaxies—when it was his turn, what could he say?

Who could blame him when his own galaxy was always being visited by Lord God of Destruction Beerus? He had grievances he could not voice.

Most crucially, Frieza and King Cold had legitimate reasons for destroying planets and wiping out races. They were carrying out the God of Destruction's orders, after all.

[Wait, something isn't right. A Saiyan kid this powerful should never have been sent to Earth. No, no, this kid only arrived on Earth recently... But that doesn't make sense either. With strength like this, how could King Vegeta III let him wander outside? And how could the Frieza Force have failed to notice him...? Just what is going on?]

North Kai was the slow-witted sort.

Only after indulging in his fantasies did he begin to consider all the details.

He truly could not understand how Kairos had arrived on Earth, nor how he possessed such tremendous strength. Since he was so powerful, why had he been kept hidden away? Logically, a scouter should have been able to detect his strength. At such a young age, possessing such terrifying power meant he must have been born with absolutely overwhelming strength...

Unable to make sense of it, North Kai felt like his head was about to explode.

There was no other way. He could only get the information from Kairos himself.

At once, he began thinking about how he should communicate with Earth's Kami.

He could simply tell Kami to bring Kairos to Other World, then have Kairos cross Snake Way to meet him.

But what if, as Kami Piccolo and the others feared, the kid lost control to his power after his Transformation? If he came to North Kai's Planet then, wouldn't North Kai be finished?

Though he, as a Kai, had once possessed incomparably powerful strength, back when the four Kais had sealed Bojack and his group from the Hera Clan, they had nearly exhausted most of their power. Even now, they had yet to recover.

Thus, the strength he could display was only 3,500 points.

Even with a Kai's authority, authority alone could easily suppress beings with tens of thousands of power levels. But once someone's strength reached several hundred thousand points or more, there was nothing he could do.

While he was making his plans.

On Planet Vegeta, in the mortal universe.

Inside the king's palace.

God of Destruction Beerus, in a foul mood, had one foot planted on King Vegeta III's head.

King Vegeta III knelt prostrate on the ground, able only to endure such humiliation.

He wanted to resist, but before an absolutely powerful being, his paltry strength was worth less than nothing.

"Is this supposed to be the most comfortable pillow in the world? You dare use this trash to fool me? Saiyans truly are a pack of brainless barbaric monkeys. I gave you an opportunity, yet you proved useless... Did you think I wouldn't know you were hiding something better from me?"

"Please... Lord Beerus... forgive me... I will... have someone... bring it at once..." King Vegeta III spoke with difficulty, his entire body soaked in cold sweat.

With his petty scheme exposed and death looming over him, he trembled all over, fear consuming both body and mind.

"Hmph! Forget it. Keep it for yourself. Toying with me comes at a price. You should be grateful that I don't wish to dirty my hands, or I would destroy you myself." Beerus narrowed his eyes, and even his tone changed.

At first, he had found it interesting that the Saiyans called themselves a warrior race.

He had also felt contempt and disdain for what Frieza and King Cold had done.

After all, they called themselves Galactic Emperors and could be considered his, Beerus's, temporary representatives of destruction.

Yet those two intended to kill the donkey once it had finished grinding the mill, exterminating the Saiyans after using them.

After learning of it, he had come personally at Whis's suggestion to take a look, giving King Vegeta III and the Saiyan race an opportunity as well...

Yet it had only made him furious.

Not only had they failed to use delicious food to make him feel the Saiyan race still had a reason to exist, but King Vegeta III had even tried to play clever tricks on him, hiding the best pillow he had found and giving him garbage instead.

Having truly seen the nature of these Saiyans, Beerus was disappointed beyond measure.

Being weak would have been one thing, but they were brainless too... They deserved to be exterminated.

Just then, a commotion came from nearby.

It caught the attention of God of Destruction Beerus and Whis beside him.

King Vegeta naturally noticed it as well. When he saw that figure from the corner of his eye, his pupils suddenly contracted.

There was no doubt that the figure was his son, Vegeta.

"Y-You, who are you people?! Let go of my father!!!" Seeing his father being stepped on, Vegeta was initially terrified and stunned, but then his rage erupted.

Though he was only five years old, his strength already did not lose to that of an Elite Warrior. The aura he unleashed was naturally formidable.

What a pity—for God of Destruction Beerus and Angel Whis, it was nothing at all.

His courage was indeed commendable, but at most, it only made Beerus spare him a brief glance.

With a single look, accompanied by the invisible divine pressure, Vegeta went limp on the ground. Terror robbed him of breath; the next second, his mind spun, and he collapsed without getting back up.

He had been scared unconscious.

"Tut, tut~~! You're not much of a father, but your son's got some spirit."

With that, Beerus no longer felt like toying with King Vegeta III. He moved his foot away, looked toward Whis, and added, "We're leaving, Whis... I really shouldn't have listened to your suggestion and come all this way."

"Yes, Lord Beerus." Hearing Beerus's complaint, Whis gave an awkward smile and could only admit it.

He was helpless as well. If not for the fact that, as an Angel, he knew this world would become connected to the Saiyan race in the future, he would not have brought Beerus here.

In the end, it was all an arrangement of fate.

Feeling Beerus's hand rest against his back, Whis raised the Angel Staff in his hand and lightly tapped it against the ground. In an instant, a dazzling seven-colored radiance surged around them.

The next moment, the two were enveloped in rainbow light, transcending the limits of speed as they left Planet Vegeta...

At the very moment they departed, Whis cast a meaningful glance at the unconscious young Vegeta.

It was as though he sighed—or perhaps as though he had seen the future.