Saiyan Seal

"Boom!!"

"Ah...!!"

In his dream, he foresaw a destructive energy sphere hurtling toward him, yet he had no power to resist. Betkas jolted awake, gasping sharply for breath.

He tilted his head, glancing around on both sides... and found himself sitting beneath a large, shady tree, his body completely unharmed.

"I remember... I got hit by Bardock's finishing move... and then..."

Betkas lay back on the ground, replaying everything that had happened. He recalled feeling like he was about to die in that moment, but whether by luck or misfortune, he somehow survived again, falling back into Mira Liquid Lake to be healed once more.

As for what happened before that... he had no idea...

"Yo, you woke up pretty fast."

Suddenly, a cheerful, hearty voice rang out.

Betkas immediately turned his head and saw the Green-Haired Youth, Salahir, who had guided him before, still wearing that same smiling expression as he looked at him—though it seemed he had just arrived.

"Where's Mr. Bardock?!"

Betkas thought for a moment, then spoke.

"Oh, Mr. Bardock has already gone to rest. After all, he's getting on in years—too much activity isn't good for his health."

Salahir replied with a playful grin, as if his expression never changed.

"By the way, why don't you check how you're feeling first?"

Before Betkas could respond, Salahir continued.

"Feeling?"

Betkas was taken aback, then suddenly noticed a surging torrent of power within him—a level hundreds of times stronger than when he first arrived on this planet.

Clenching his fists, he stood up excitedly, carefully sensing his transformation. Barely able to contain himself, he tried firing a golden Ki Blast into the air, shouting:

"Ha!!"

The golden Ki Blast exploded in the sky instantly, unleashing an overwhelming destructive force that swept across the entire sky. The clouds vanished without a trace in a single moment, and a fierce gale howled with unprecedented intensity, tearing through the forest.

That cool, refreshing sensation made Betkas deeply feel the power in his grasp. This overwhelming strength even gave him the feeling of surpassing the Pseudo Super Saiyan Broly from back then.

"So this is the 'Great Explosion'!"

Betkas calmed his inner excitement, took a deep breath, and murmured.

"Heh, according to Mr. Bardock, your power level is probably around 5 to 6 million now—a decent force in the universe. But in front of those who truly have strength... you're still weak."

Salahir explained with that same unchanging smile.

"Hmph, 5 to 6 million, huh? That's enough for now. Once I can become a Super Saiyan, I won't have to fear that bastard Frieza. But for now, I can't go back to Frieza's spaceship—otherwise, I'd definitely expose my strength."

Betkas suppressed the pounding of his heart again, speaking with a hint of frustration. After all, his power had grown too fast—if Frieza found out, he'd be dead for sure.

"Here you go!"

"Huh? What's this?"

Suddenly, as if expecting this moment, Salahir pulled something resembling a pattern from his worn-out pants pocket.

Betkas reached out with his right hand and caught it, staring at the pattern in his hand. He saw it was a pentagram.

"Just press this against any part of your body for one second—anywhere you like, heh. You'll get a surprise. Oh, and by the way, Mr. Bardock specifically asked me to give this to you."

Salahir looked at him with an expectant expression, then spoke.

"Huh? So mysterious... 'surprise,' huh?"

Betkas curled his lip in disdain, but he obediently followed along. Seeing that the pentagram pattern was only a few centimeters wide, he naturally pressed it against the center of his forehead and asked:

"Like this?"

"That's right."

Salahir replied with a smile.

"Nothing hap... Huh?! This is?!!"

After waiting five seconds, Betkas was about to speak impatiently when he suddenly noticed the pattern shatter. That left him puzzled.

"Go look at yourself in the lake. See what you think after that."

Salahir continued. Betkas walked over to the golden waters of Mira Liquid Lake, crouched down, and looked.

"Hmm? This lord is still as handsome and charming as ever—nothing seems diff... Wait!!"

Betkas was lost in self-admiration when he caught something off. He brushed aside the bangs on his forehead and found a pentagram pattern imprinted there, like a tattoo—but it was blood-red, giving it an eerie, sinister look.

"This is what Mr. Bardock mentioned. Your current strength is formidable, but still no match for Frieza. If your power were discovered, Frieza would surely eliminate you. So he gave you this 'Saiyan Seal' to seal your strength."

Salahir explained slowly.

"Saiyan Seal? What's that?"

Betkas had already noticed his power had suddenly weakened—compared to the immense strength before, he now felt like an ant. He asked with some confusion.

"Well, Mr. Bardock said something like this: The Saiyan Seal is a sealing crest that only works on Saiyans. Anyone marked by it cannot break it unless they ascend to Super Saiyan. During that time, most of their power is sealed away, hence the name 'Saiyan Seal.' According to Mr. Bardock, only a Super Saiyan in the Fifth Form can create it."

Salahir's words once again left Betkas stunned.

"Damn! Where did this 'Saiyan Seal' come from? The original story never mentioned anything about it... Right, the original story doesn't even have Super Saiyan 5, so there's no way to know what it can do... Gogeta was supposed to be the highest-level Saiyan in the original... But for me right now, it's still more beneficial than harmful..."

Betkas stared intently at the bright red pentagram on his forehead reflected in the lake, muttering to himself.

"As for strength, that still depends on your own effort. The day you can become a Super Saiyan, your power will grow accordingly. Right now, from what I can sense... your battle power is only around twelve thousand... Such a weak little guy... Heh heh..."

Salahir said with a grin, a remark that nearly made Betkas spit blood.

One second, his battle power was between five and six million; the next, it was probably around twelve thousand...

Betkas truly felt like he'd been sent back to before the revolution.