Revenge

"Lord Frieza, should we hunt down the remaining Saiyans who haven't returned?" Zarbon asked.

"Zarbon, aside from keeping Prince Vegeta's team, dispose of all the others," Frieza said, turning to fly toward his hoverchair.

"Oh, and tell Prince Vegeta that their planet had a stroke of bad luck and was destroyed by a meteor," Frieza added after a brief pause.

"Understood, Lord Frieza," Zarbon and Dodoria replied, bowing quickly.

Kakarot's ship had only just managed to escape Planet Vegeta when it was detected by another vessel on its way to Earth.

The view zoomed in to reveal a ship identical to Frieza's, where a crocodile-headed man was reporting to someone who looked remarkably like Frieza.

"Lord Cooler, we just detected a single-person Saiyan ship. Shall we shoot it down?"

Cooler stood by the window, flicking his tail, and chuckled to himself: "Frieza really is incompetent. Didn't I hear he was going to wipe out the entire Saiyan race? How are there still stragglers? My brother is truly useless."

He paused, then asked, "Did you scan its power level?"

"Reporting to Lord Cooler, the power level is 2. I shall go destroy it now."

Cooler waved a hand, dismissing his subordinate's suggestion: "Forget it. This is Frieza's business; leave it be."

With that, he turned and walked away.

"Heh, a power level of 2."

A soft laugh echoed through the air.

And just like that, Kakarot escaped death once more as his ship vanished into the void.

Reke had no idea what was happening on Planet Vegeta.

He had just flown up to the monster and finally caught a clear look at its full form.

The creature was covered in stone, as if wearing a suit of armor, with a single eye occupying most of its face. It stood on two legs like a small mountain.

It was currently staring at the ant before it with that lone eye, seemingly confused as to why this ant had flown right up to its face.

"Monster, this young master is sending you to the afterlife today. Make sure to be reborn into a better life next time."

Reke moved to the top of the monster's head and threw a punch at it.

The monster seemed to sense the threat of that strike.

It tilted its body and swung its left fist toward Reke.

Reke hadn't expected the monster to react so quickly, and he was already committed to his move.

He had no choice but to force a twist in his body, channeling power through his waist to meet the monster's left fist with his right foot.

"Bang!" A thunderous sound erupted at the point of impact.

After the exchange, Reke hurriedly put some distance between them.

"Damn it, why is this bastard so tough? That armor of his wasn't just for show."

Reke felt a stinging pain in his right foot and cursed under his breath.

Just as Reke was looking for another opening, the monster swiped its right palm at him, locking onto his energy signature at the same time.

An energy blast roared from its mouth.

Reke dodged the palm, but the energy blast was already right in front of him, leaving him no choice but to channel his ki into his arms and cross them to block the shot.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Reke was pushed back by the energy blast, crashing through several small hills before being embedded into the mountainside.

Reke was stunned. Although he had taken the hit without injury, any observer could see he was on the back foot.

He had been suppressed from the very start, with no room to even counterattack.

"Damn it, I don't believe this. This young master is going all out with you today!"

Reke's fury burned, and the blood in his veins began to heat up.

He abandoned all technique, charging in recklessly to trade blows head-on with the monster.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Reke stopped trying to flank; he traded left-hand strikes for right, then kicked at the monster's left knee.

At first, Reke could still feel the stinging pain, but after a few rounds of combat, he grew more and more excited.

His strength increased with every strike.

Initially, it was Reke being sent flying, but soon, the monster was being pushed back by Reke.

All of this happened in the span of just a few minutes.

Reke's transition from being suppressed to suppressing his opponent happened so suddenly.

Reke slammed a fist into the monster's chest, cracking even the stone, leaving a small fist-shaped indentation on its left side.

"What is happening to me? I could clearly finish this quickly, so why was I suppressing my own power to trade blows with it?"

Reke felt deeply puzzled; logically, he wasn't the type to show off.

Although he had been outmatched at the start, despite Reke having a higher power level than his opponent, his raw strength hadn't been as great, which was why he had ended up at a disadvantage.

However, halfway through the fight, Reke was already able to completely suppress the monster and could even finish it off.

But he simply didn't. Not only did he refrain, but the further the fight went, the more he held back his strength, at most matching his opponent's power or staying just a notch above to trade blows.

At this moment, Reke thought of Kakarot and Vegeta.

Both of them were incredibly reckless, and that included the half-breed Gohan as well.

As long as they held the advantage, they would act without a brain, their main objective being one word: "play."

It seemed as if Saiyan was synonymous with recklessness; they would play when ahead, and play even harder when behind. (With the exception of Future Trunks), the rest were all a bunch of trolls.

Reke finally understood now; it turned out it was their Saiyan bloodline acting up.

"Damn it, you think you can control me? This is my body, I'll do whatever I want with it!" Reke roared.

After knocking the monster back again, Reke did not rush forward, forcibly restraining his urge to charge in.

His entire body's ki began to converge in his hands; Reke no longer wanted to continue playing with it.

Locking onto the monster's head, he fired a blast of ki.

"BOOM!"

The monster's head exploded instantly, and its headless corpse toppled backward, crushing countless trees and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Reke finished off the monster, and sensing that its ki had vanished, he didn't spare it another glance.

Leaving a sliver of his focus to perceive the outside world, he sank most of his consciousness into his body.

He could feel the blood in his body growing hotter and hotter, and the desire to fight in his mind becoming increasingly intense.

Reke struggled to control his emotions, desperately suppressing the urge to fight, trying to calm his heart.

Before long, dense beads of sweat appeared on Reke's forehead; one could imagine that he was not having an easy time at all.

It wasn't until the sky gradually began to darken.

That Reke's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed, and he opened his eyes, letting out a long sigh of relief.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his small hand, revealing a faint smile.

"Damn, this Saiyan bloodline is truly toxic," Reke muttered to himself.

Of course, complaining was one thing, but it was still incredibly useful when actually using it.

Standing in place and rubbing his chin, he suddenly thought of Broly.

That Legendary Super Saiyan.

Reke had previously envied his bloodline, but now he only felt a sense of profound relief.

He finally understood why Broly acted like a madman whenever he fought.

If even Reke, with such an ordinary bloodline, had to expend so much effort to suppress it.

Reke could only say that a monster like Broly, whose combat power was constantly increasing every second, was someone he couldn't afford to provoke.

It was no wonder the original author stated in the source material that the Legendary Super Saiyan would either lose their mind and become a maniac who only knew how to destroy, or explode and die.