Arrival!

The six months felt endless... They had passed while Betkas slept. The silent, empty environment of space had long since become a sight he was numb to.

"BOOM!!!"

Without warning, the spaceship entered the atmosphere of a pitch-black planet and descended rapidly.

The violent impact turned the spaceship red-hot, as if it were about to be scorched. It crashed straight into a thick mountain peak, embedding itself into the rock.

"Tch... Lately I've been sleeping like the dead. Can't even wake up to the ship's alarm. What's going on?"

When the hatch opened, the glaring sunlight hit him directly. Betkas squinted, momentarily unaccustomed to it, then raised his right hand to shield his forehead and muttered.

"Is the seal getting weaker... Is that the reason?"

Betkas suddenly noticed the pentagram on his forehead faintly glowing with a red light. He hesitated for a moment.

"Forget it... I'll just quickly wipe out the living forces on this planet and then head back right away. Given my current situation, I should have arrived earlier. If I can finish this in one day, then when I head back, I might just make it in time for Vegeta's arrival on Earth. That way, I can keep an eye on Frieza."

Betkas looked down at the forest below the mountain peak. His expression instantly turned cold and grim. At the same time, he held the fruit of the Tree of Might in his left hand. He didn't feel safe leaving it in the spaceship. If someone accidentally took it and ate it, he'd be at a loss. Keeping it in his hand was the safest bet. Besides, he was confident that one hand was enough to deal with the people on this planet.

He immediately floated into the air, sensing the surrounding ki. He quickly locked onto the presence of a village, bared a cruel smile, and flew off at top speed.

At that very moment, in a city on this planet...

A young man wearing an old-model Battle Armor, with a very youthful face, was walking along happily carrying a bag. What was even more surprising was that the young man had a scouter on his left cheek, along with spiky hair and a tail that kept swinging behind him.

"BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!"

"Huh? This is... There's a guy with a really strong battle power at coordinates 73291, and he's moving at an incredible speed. What's going on?!"

The young man's face showed panic as he looked at the data displayed on the scouter. The next moment, the scouter exploded instantly, startling the passersby around him.

"A battle power over 18,000? How is that possible! How could someone that strong appear on a planet like this..."

The young man's face suddenly turned grim and pained. He looked at the people around him, still living their ordinary lives, and seemed to make a decision in his heart. He stepped forward with determination.

"I have to get out of here fast!"

The young man walked quickly, keeping his head low, as if he had done something wrong. But no one paid him any special attention. However, after walking for a while, his pace gradually slowed down, and eventually he came to a complete stop.

"Damn it... If I just run away like this, then this place will be..."

The young man gritted his teeth in frustration, clenching his fists. His mind was locked in a fierce internal struggle. When he first arrived on this planet, he had already scouted its top combatants. The highest was only a few thousand, so he hadn't had any concerns. But after living here for nearly twenty years, a presence with a battle power exceeding 18,000—or even stronger—had suddenly appeared today. It shocked him, but more than that, it filled him with fear and confusion.

Because he was a Saiyan... a member of the race that called itself the strongest Warrior Race in the universe. Logically, he shouldn't feel fear at all. But he was different. He was an anomaly. From the time he was a child, his biological father had judged him to have no combat talent whatsoever and sent him to this remote planet. He had only met his biological brother a few times before being rushed here.

And then there was his newborn younger brother, whom he had never even seen...

"Damn it!!! What's wrong with me?!"

The young man suddenly clutched his head, his thoughts in turmoil. On this planet, because he lacked that killer instinct and cold-heartedness, his path was destined to be different from other Saiyans. He had been influenced by the humans of this planet. He had developed emotions, and with them, attachments. He couldn't escape.

So there was only one path left... to face that unknown, powerful existence.

Sweat was already forming on his forehead, but he still didn't notice.

"I have no choice but to fight! I hope he's not someone with evil intentions."

The young man seemed to finally come to a decision, firming up his resolve. He loosened his clenched fists and muttered to himself. At the same time, he burst out with a surge of ki, enveloping his body. Ignoring the stares of the passersby, he flew straight up and sped off in a certain direction.

"BOOM!!"

"BANG!!"

Betkas watched the village below him being reduced to rubble by his bombardment, his expression still blank. Killing one after another of those who charged at him to die was utterly boring. He craved an opponent who could give him a real fight, but his current situation wouldn't allow him to act out of line. At least, he still had to endure for a while.

"This one's done. Time to move to the next place."

Betkas carefully sensed his surroundings. He casually aimed a Ki Blast at a few children trembling in hiding beneath the ruins of a building, firing without hesitation. Watching the blood scatter after the explosion, he muttered.

"Hm? Someone with a battle power of about 1,500 is coming this way. Who could it be?"

Just as Betkas was about to leave, he suddenly sensed a weak presence rushing toward him. He stared expressionlessly in that direction, faintly able to make out a humanoid figure wrapped in ki flying this way.

"Hm? If you're looking to die, no need to rush. Well, my time is pretty tight anyway."

Betkas watched as the other party seemed to be putting all their effort into rushing over. A relaxed expression appeared on his face, but it quickly turned cold.