The Peculiar Mating Rituals Between Saiyan Males and Females

Time flew by.

Soon, it was the morning of March 4th, year 740.

After King Saigao used Instant Transmission to temporarily send Broly away, he summoned the candidates for the Super Saiyan transformation.

In the Royal Palace of the Saiyans, Tarble, Vegeta III, Paragus, and Fasha stood in a neat line, standing straight before the steps of the throne.

"You should all know why I have summoned the four of you here, right?" King Saigao asked deliberately from his throne.

"Reporting to Teacher, this disciple has roughly guessed, but if you perform your special technique four times in a row, will you not be...?" Tarble asked with concern.

Before King Saigao could reply, the expressions of the other three changed drastically; if King Saigao were to suffer great losses just to enable them to become Super Saiyans, they would be great sinners.

"Tarble, what do you mean by that? Could it be that King Saigao's special technique for boosting combat power has side effects after use?" Vegeta III turned his head toward Tarble to verify.

Paragus and Fasha both cast questioning gazes.

Tarble glanced at King Saigao on the throne and, seeing that he did not stop him, explained: "Last time, after Teacher boosted the combat power of Uncle Bardock alone, he was exhausted. Father, Uncle Paragus, and Aunt Fasha, do you think Teacher can be fine if he performs that special skill on all four of us in succession?"

As he spoke, he knelt on one knee toward King Saigao, "Teacher, please take care of your health. We Saiyans cannot afford to lose your leadership!"

At this, the other three finally understood the reason.

Thump! x3

Without the slightest hesitation, the three of them knelt as well.

"Please take care of your health, King Saigao!" x3

"This subordinate is willing to delay the time for my power boost!" x2

"This subordinate is willing to withdraw from this opportunity to boost my power!"

Compared to becoming a Super Saiyan, they all hoped from the bottom of their hearts that King Saigao would remain healthy and long-lived, for only then could the Saiyans become stronger and more glorious.

If this were in the past, they would have chosen to become Super Saiyans without hesitation, never caring about others, even if that person were a fellow Saiyan.

But now, the Saiyans had received advanced education, and their values had changed significantly.

In the past, Saiyans revered and feared the strong, with almost no concept of the collective or the family.

Today's Saiyans possessed a mix of strength-worship, collectivism, and family values, especially prioritizing the collective honor of the Saiyans above all else, followed by strength-worship, and finally, family values.

Why this change? It was, of course, thanks to King Saigao's iron-fisted methods; he personally executed a few black sheep—those who, relying on their high strength, wanted to destroy the harmony of others' families or bullied and even killed non-Saiyan members of the Saigao Legion without cause.

King Saigao did not indulge them, choosing instead to kill the chicken to scare the monkey. He firmly believed that only through the lesson of blood would they remember, correct themselves, and take heed.

Furthermore, King Saigao had a stroke of genius: he integrated all Saiyans into the Saigao Legion. This not only ensured that all Saiyans were loyal to him and would never betray him, but also ensured they would spare no effort to complete the tasks he entrusted to them.

This was how the new face of the Saiyans came to be.

Seeing this from the throne, King Saigao felt gratified; it was not in vain that he had poured his heart and soul into teaching them!

His face, however, revealed an unquestionable expression, "Do not worry! I have improved the secret technique this time. I can barely manage to guide the potential of four people in a row, but the cost now is the consumption of my lifespan, not just my stamina and mental energy!"

Upon hearing this, Tarble and the other three, who were kneeling on one knee below the steps, were shocked.

"Teacher, you..."

"King Saigao, you..." x3

The four wanted to say something, but King Saigao raised his hand to interrupt them, "Say no more! My mind is made up, and no one can change it. You should discuss among yourselves who will go first!"

Looking at King Saigao's resolute expression, the four knew they were powerless to change anything. After exchanging glances, they all knelt on both knees and shouted in unison: "This subordinate (disciple) thanks King Saigao (Teacher) for your great kindness!"

After speaking, they bowed their heads to the floor, producing a crisp, synchronized thud.

Subsequently, they all stood up at the same time, for they knew King Saigao disliked such kowtowing and feared that kneeling for too long would only invite a lecture.

"Reporting to King Saigao, this subordinate is willing to go last!" Vegeta III said as soon as he stood up.

He believed that since King Saigao was generous enough to let his son and him participate in this potential guidance together, it would be too much to fight for the first spot.

Although the effect of the power boost might be greatly diminished by being last, he had no regrets.

Seeing this, the other three also scrambled to express their willingness to go last; clearly, they all knew the potential situation the last person might face, yet they remained unswerving.

"Teacher, this disciple is willing to go last!"

"Reporting to King Saigao, this subordinate is also willing to go last!" x2

Well!

Sometimes being too humble can easily spoil things!

King Saigao was speechless. Was this what they called lifting a rock only to drop it on one's own feet?

He immediately used a provocation, "What? Are you all cowards? None of you dare to fight for the first spot?"

Before the words had even faded.

Shouts rang out through the entire Royal Palace.

"Report! This disciple dares to go first!"

"Report! This subordinate dares to go first!" x3

Seeing this, King Saigao nodded slightly with satisfaction and said, "Fasha, you go first! It is time we Saiyans had a female Super Saiyan!"

"Yes!" Fasha puffed out her proud chest and responded in her wild, booming voice.

She then strode up the steps and stood firm before King Saigao.

"A little closer! Kneel down. Remember, do not resist and do not panic when we begin!"

"Yes! This subordinate understands!" Fasha followed his instructions, stepped forward twice, and knelt.

As King Saigao placed his hand atop her head, he couldn't help but admire the beautiful scenery before him, silently crying out: My sin! My sin!

This wasn't something I intended to look at; it was practically shoved into my face, and my eyes just didn't have time to look away!

He then took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to guide her potential.

Secret Technique—Potential Guidance activated!

One second!

Two seconds!

Three seconds!

BOOM!

A tyrannical aura, far exceeding her original combat power, erupted from Fasha's body, forming continuous, violent gales of energy that ravaged the surroundings.

The three individuals below the steps, being too close, were forced to mobilize their own energy to resist just to keep their footing.

After another two breaths of time, King Saigao finally finished guiding her potential.

He opened his eyes, pulled his hand away, and said, "That is enough! Restrain your aura for now. Once I have finished guiding the other three, I will teach you all how to transform into the Super Saiyan form!"

Fasha roughly sensed the surging energy within her body, feeling both shocked and overjoyed. This power!

It was simply too immense!

It was countless times stronger than before!

Fasha reined in her thoughts, excitedly uncoiled the tail from her waist, and extended it before King Saigao, thanking him with a flushed face: "This subordinate thanks King Saigao for this grace!"

King Saigao looked at the thick brown tail before him, puzzled, and asked, "A thank you is fine, but what is the meaning of extending your tail?"

If he hadn't asked, it would have been fine, but at this question, Fasha's face turned as red as a sunset, and she, usually so bold and forthright, became bashful and coy.

Seeing this, King Saigao's heart skipped a beat.

No way?

It couldn't be what I think it is, could it?