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Age 737.
Universe 7, Planet Vegeta.
Spaceport.
Nappa, Raditz, and three boys gathered beside a spaceship. Every so often, they looked up at the sky, waiting expectantly.
"Has Prince Vegeta still not arrived?" Raditz stared wide-eyed. "It's been several hours already."
"Maybe something came up and held him up," Nappa guessed quietly.
"Nappa, is Prince Vegeta really going with us to Planet Beast?" Raditz asked uncertainly.
"If Prince Vegeta doesn't go, there's no way the few of us could conquer that planet with our battle powers!" Nappa shook his head firmly.
"Should we find a few more people to join us?" Raditz's lips twitched, and his youthful face paled.
"Count me in!"
A voice called from nearby.
The speaker was a boy who looked about sixteen. He was dashing and incredibly handsome.
The boy's name was Soya (Soybean). In his previous life, he'd been a Dragon Ball fan, but he'd gotten so sleepy watching Dragon Ball Daima that he'd been transported here sixteen years ago and reborn as a Saiyan on Planet Vegeta.
I'm Soya!
Unfortunately, Soya was only a low-class warrior. No matter how hard he trained, his battle power had stalled at 300.
Fortunately, though, his ill-fated life had finally taken a turn for the better.
A month ago, when Soya had gone with Bardock's group to Planet Cereal, he'd unexpectedly activated a mysterious system and started down the road to an overpowered life.
Soya had seen systems like this in online novels in his previous life. It could collect Negative Emotion Points, which could then be used to draw prizes and gain battle power.
As long as he had enough Negative Emotion Points, he could keep drawing prizes and gaining battle power.
Every 10,000 Negative Emotion Points allowed him one draw.
He was guaranteed to win every time!
On his last trip to Planet Cereal to handle logistics, Soya had earned quite a few Negative Emotion Points and raised his battle power to 600.
But Soya knew that in the world of Dragon Ball, that battle power was laughably weak.
As he calculated the time, Soya grew increasingly anxious.
From the moment Frieza had started summoning the Saiyans back to Planet Vegeta, Soya had known that it wouldn't be long before Frieza personally destroyed the planet.
The only chance of survival was to go on a mission with Vegeta and Nappa's squad.
It wasn't that Soya hadn't tried other ways.
For instance, he'd set up a barbecue stand at the palace gates to attract Whis and Beerus's attention.
If he could get Whis and Beerus to take him to Beerus Planet, not only could he survive the disaster, he might even change his fate.
Unfortunately, wishful thinking was one thing, but reality was cruel.
In those Dragon Ball fanfics, why did the scenes where Whis was lured in by some starch-filled sausage made with all sorts of chemicals never work for me?
Whis and Beerus hadn't stopped by Soya's barbecue stand.
Soya felt a little dejected.
Was my barbecue not tasty enough?
Or did I set up my stand at the wrong time?
Fortunately, Soya had activated the Negative Emotion Points system. Otherwise, he really would have died in this Dragon Ball world, where planets could be blown up at any moment.
"Soya?" Raditz paused in surprise. "You're Soya, the low-class warrior?"
"Hmph, a low-class warrior thinks he can come on a mission with us?" Nappa gave a contemptuous smile and narrowed his eyes at Soya.
"Uh, my battle power doubled. Let me come along, and you won't regret it!" Soya grinned without getting angry.
"Your battle power doubled?" Raditz froze, then instinctively pressed the button on the Scouter over his eye.
"Beep beep!"
The Scouter quickly registered Soya's battle power.
"What? Battle power 600!" Raditz cried out, his youthful face changing color. "You've got to be kidding! When did you raise your battle power that high?"
"Negative Emotion Points from Raditz +666!"
Nappa: "..."
Your battle power is only 600, and you call that doubling?
"Negative Emotion Points from Nappa +333!"
"Having me come along won't be a problem, right?" Soya chuckled.
"Nappa, I think it'll be fine!" Raditz nodded in agreement.
"Hmph, do whatever you want." Nappa's expression was cold. He didn't take Soya seriously.
"But now that I think about it, Soya, your battle power has gone up pretty fast. I remember it was only 300 a month ago. You've already raised it to 600?" Raditz felt a little put out, but still stepped forward and patted Soya on the shoulder with a smile. "Still, my battle power is 700, so I'm a hundred points stronger than you!"
"Hello," Soya said, ignoring Raditz and turning to the three boys.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" Raditz said, clearly unhappy.
"Negative Emotion Points from Raditz +333!"
"Hello!"
The three boys greeted Soya in turn.
"What should I call you?" Soya asked.
"Carnegie!"
"Kuli!"
"Baru!"
The three boys gave their names one by one.
As they were talking, Vegeta descended from the sky and landed in front of them.
Vegeta was only five years old. He wore a Saiyan Battle Suit, and a red cape unique to the royal family fluttered behind him in the wind.
After landing, Vegeta swept his gaze over Soya and the others, his eyes full of cold disdain.
"Your Highness Prince Vegeta!"
Raditz, Nappa, and the others hurriedly bowed.
"Hmph, we can go." Vegeta spoke flatly and strode aboard the spaceship.
Soya and the others followed.
"Whoosh!"
The spaceship shot into the sky, instantly broke through the atmosphere, and sped toward Planet Beast.
The vast starry sky, the boundless universe.
Frieza's spaceship hovered near Planet Vegeta.
Aboard the ship, Frieza sat in his hoverchair, a broad smile on his face.
"Super Saiyan and Super Saiyan God?" Frieza narrowed his triangular eyes, his smile growing even brighter.
"Lord Frieza, I believe those are nothing more than clichéd heroic legends," his subordinate Berryblue said respectfully.
"I know that, of course. But I can't tolerate even the slightest unease." Frieza smiled lightly. "Regardless, the Saiyans are an extremely proud lot. They could never become my loyal slaves! It's time for them to be destroyed along with Planet Vegeta."
"It's a shame, though. The Saiyans are excellent fighters, after all," Berryblue said wistfully.
"By the way, how many Saiyans have returned to Planet Vegeta?" Frieza asked, narrowing his eyes.
"In another month and a half, most of the Saiyans will have returned. Only a very small number will need more time to get back," Berryblue replied.
"I can't wait that long. Then we'll set it for a month and a half from now." Frieza snorted, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.
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