Another Invasion Mission!

()"Haah... haah..."

Betkas sat in the spaceship, lazily snoring away. But the next moment, the ship's lights suddenly flickered on, and he jolted awake.

"Six months already? That's quite a distance..."

Betkas glanced somewhat irritably at a light purple planet ahead on the ship's display, a hint of displeasure on his face.

That's right... Betkas was once again carrying out his planet invasion mission. This time, he had the ship pick a high-level planet. His goal was simple: to use combat to stimulate his body as much as possible. What he needed right now wasn't to get stronger in raw power, but to transform into a Super Saiyan. Even if it had to be a slow process.

And transforming into a Super Saiyan actually required two material conditions... meeting just one might be enough to trigger it.

The first was an eruption of extreme rage... This was the most likely method to become a Super Saiyan. But at the same time, it was the least reliable. Because while rage-fueled transformation could work in the moment, over the long term, you probably wouldn't be able to transform again. You hadn't truly grasped the essence. Only by constantly tempering your will could you transform again.

In the original story, Son Goku and Vegeta fit this first category... One transformed from anger at Frieza, the other from the "shame?" brought on by Son Goku and future Trunks. Of course, Son Gohan's transformation into Super Saiyan 2 because of Cell was pretty much the same situation.

The second method was simple in concept, but the hardest path to endure. That was... slowly accumulating power within your body until it reached a saturated state. At that point, a Saiyan would very likely break through to Super Saiyan... This breakthrough was reliable, and it wouldn't lead to the same issue as the first method, where you had to constantly train your will to transform again.

Moreover, a Super Saiyan who achieved it this way would often be stronger than one who transformed through rage.

As for Betkas... well, obviously, he wasn't suited for the first method. And the second? He hadn't even considered it.

Because for him right now, there was no rush. Sure, he wanted to become a Super Saiyan immediately, but he also knew it wasn't possible yet. This was because of a damn annoying "restriction." In other words, a "side effect of being transported here."

Other people who got transported here came with cheat abilities. This guy? Aside from being able to instantly learn any technique he created himself, he had nothing else. He even got stuck with a side effect: he had to reach a certain age before he could transform into a Super Saiyan. Everything he was doing now was just to make himself stronger later. Because he knew full well how powerful Android 17 and Android 18 would be after the Frieza arc.

He didn't know if that Cell guy would show up again, but Betkas couldn't worry about that. He believed that if he followed his own plan, by the time he became a Super Saiyan, he'd even have the capital to stand against Broly from the movie.

By then, a guy like Frieza... Betkas was confident he could kill him in seconds. Even Cell, that evolutionary bug, would be completely suppressed! Of course, he meant not Super Perfect Cell or Cell's third form, but the second and first stages.

"Store up some more power in my body... then just wait for the time to come."

Betkas murmured to himself as he watched the spaceship begin its descent.

At the same moment the ship broke through the atmosphere, he immediately activated his scouter.

"BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!"

In an instant, the scouter displayed several high-level battle power readings.

"Coordinates 222134, a battle power of 11,300."

"Coordinates 831234, a battle power of 13,200."

"Coordinates 523418, another one at 15,900."

"This planet really is top-tier among high-level ones. And the scenery's not bad either. Looks like it'll sell for a good price."

After a round of scanning, Betkas found that this planet was a real high-quality product. There were no fewer than ten individuals with battle powers exceeding 10,000.

A planet like this—if he'd come here before, he probably couldn't have wiped it out. But now, after those five hellish days with Bardock, he was confident he could take down any opponent at the same level. They simply didn't have the rich "experience" he'd learned from Bardock.

He opened the hatch and stepped out with his usual calm demeanor. Betkas floated leisurely in the air, glancing left and right.

"Time to raise some hell! Turn this planet into a dead world... Oh, wait, can't do that. This planet might sell for a decent price. No, no, can't destroy too much, or the price will drop. Tch, then my pay will be lower."

Betkas muttered to himself, sounding a bit conflicted.

"Damn it... fine. I'll preserve as much of the original landscape as I can. Besides, someone once said, 'Swords and guns have no eyes.' When I'm fighting, I won't have time to worry about the terrain."

Still mentally selecting the high-level battle powers the scouter had detected, he added with a touch of elegance.

"Southeast, thirty-five degrees, distance thirty-five thousand eight hundred... Hmph, you're it!"

Betkas locked onto a battle power of 13,000, a cruel grin curling at the corner of his mouth. Then, like a gust of wind, he shot straight toward that location.

"BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!"

"Hm? Strange... there are three more guys with battle powers around 10,000 moving this way. No, not just three!"

As he flew, Betkas suddenly noticed several new symbols flashing on the scouter's screen. He paused, then frowned with a hint of seriousness.

"About eight of them! All with battle powers over 10,000. Impossible! Have they already spotted me? Could it be... these guys can sense ki?"

Betkas counted the number of signals closing in on him, and his expression grew grim. If he hadn't been hit with the Saiyan Seal, taking out this group would've been as easy as waving a hand. But right now, facing so many "equals" or even stronger opponents all at once—and likely a gang-up or a war of attrition—it was going to be hard to fight with just two fists against so many.