Why Haven't You Become a Super Saiyan Yet?

The aliens were so scared they immediately returned to their lines obediently.

The lines quickly became perfectly straight.

"Whose turn is it?" Lu Fan asked.

"I... it's my turn... sir..." the alien said cautiously, afraid of being annihilated if his voice was too loud.

To line up for cola and end up annihilated, that would be truly tragic.

"Mm-hmm," Lu Fan nodded, poured a cup of cola, and placed it on the table.

After paying, the alien immediately bowed and respectfully left.

"Next," Lu Fan said.

The many aliens in line: "..."

Why does it feel like we're not lining up for cola?

It feels more like we're lining up for Mengpo Soup...

Vegeta couldn't snap out of it for a long time.

Not until the last cup of cola was sold.

Vegeta then stared at Lu Fan, unblinking.

"Hey, Lu Fan, what was that move just now?" Vegeta asked urgently.

"Wasn't I clear enough? When I attacked Cui, didn't I say it?" Lu Fan smiled.

"Destruction?" Vegeta mused.

"So smart," Lu Fan nodded.

Vegeta: "..."

Smart my foot!

"When did you comprehend such a domineering move?" Vegeta asked again.

"Your Highness, what kind of brain do you have? Didn't I tell you? I've been researching destruction during this time," Lu Fan said with a smile.

Vegeta suddenly realized.

Yes!

Lu Fan had indeed said that.

However, after a brief silence, Vegeta snorted.

"I get it. You compressed the energy, and the moment it hit Cui, the energy suddenly exploded, blowing him to pieces, right?" Vegeta guessed.

Lu Fan: "..."

"Think whatever you want," Lu Fan couldn't be bothered to explain too much to Vegeta.

Vast universe, sea of stars.

Frieza's spaceship was slowly traveling through space.

"Ohohoho..." Frieza let out strange laughter, his triangular eyes exceptionally bright. "The Saiyans are finally extinct. There are less than 10 Saiyans left in total, to be precise, less than 5!"

"Congratulations, Lord Frieza," Dodoria bowed.

"That long-haired brat Raditz is not to be feared; he can't stir up much trouble. And that Saiyan sent to Earth with a power level of only 2 is nothing special," Zarbon replied. "There's also a bald Saiyan named Nappa. Although he's called an elite warrior, it would be very difficult for his power level to exceed 10,000."

"Yes, Zarbon is right. I wonder how their Prince Vegeta is doing now?" Dodoria pondered.

"Do you have any information on the whereabouts of Vegeta and his subordinate?" Frieza asked, narrowing his eyes.

"We lost contact completely last time," Dodoria replied.

"At least that subordinate of Vegeta's, Lu Fan, should be useless by now," Zarbon smiled.

"Lord Frieza, a message has just arrived from the distant Gourmet Planet."

At this moment, a subordinate stepped forward to report.

"Oh? Gourmet Planet? How is that planet?" Frieza asked with concern.

This Gourmet Planet was specially created by Frieza for Beerus.

Once Beerus awoke.

Beerus could go to this planet to enjoy delicious food.

Frieza had put a lot of effort into creating this Gourmet Planet.

Now hearing that news had come from the Gourmet Planet, Frieza couldn't help but frown.

Frieza had secretly sent people to manage that Gourmet Planet.

It could be said that the security on the Gourmet Planet was quite good, and there shouldn't have been any major incidents.

"Lord Cui... has been beaten to death," the underling reported.

"Oh? Is that so?" Frieza smiled.

"Cui is dead?" Dodoria was stunned. "What? Cui's combat power isn't low. Who killed him?"

"It... it was the Saiyan prince Vegeta's follower, Lu Fan... he released a strange energy... and Cui turned into dust in an instant," the underling replied truthfully.

"What did you say?" Dodoria blurted out. "What kind of strange energy did you just say he released?"

"According to witnesses, it seemed to be a type of compressed energy. Once this energy enters the body, it explodes," the underling replied.

"So, it's compressed energy?" Frieza chuckled softly. "To think that Vegeta's follower, Lu Fan, actually learned such a boring trick... However, I suspect Cui was just careless. What are Vegeta and that follower named Lu Fan doing on the Gourmet Planet?"

"It seems they are selling a beverage called Cola..." the underling wiped away sweat.

"What did you say? What are they doing?" Frieza thought he had misheard.

"Selling beverages..." the underling replied again.

Frieza: "..."

Zarbon: "..."

Dodoria: "..."

"Ahem, I didn't mishear that, did I?" Dodoria wiped his sweat. "The prince of the dignified warrior race, the Saiyans, is selling beverages on the Gourmet Planet?"

"It's simply unbelievable," Zarbon added, wiping his own sweat.

"Is the information reliable?" Frieza asked.

"It is true!" the underling replied respectfully.

"Lord Frieza, they are finished," Dodoria said.

Frieza's triangular eyes narrowed slightly, a glimmer of killing intent emerging in his gaze.

Dodoria suddenly felt as if he had made a slip of the tongue.

"Thud!"

Dodoria hurriedly knelt before Frieza, kowtowing to beg for mercy.

"Lord Frieza, what I meant was that those two Saiyans are finished!" Dodoria wanted to cry.

"Get up. It's no big deal; do you think I couldn't tell?" Frieza rubbed his nose, smiled, and waved his hand at the underling.

The underling bowed and retreated.

"Lord Frieza, should we make a trip to the Gourmet Planet?" Zarbon asked.

"There is no need for that," Frieza chuckled. "That planet is already my territory. Just have the people there keep a close watch on Vegeta, and report any news to me immediately."

"Yes! Lord Frieza!" Zarbon replied respectfully.

Day after day, year after year.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye.

Lu Fan and Vegeta remained on the Gourmet Planet, selling Cola at a fixed stall.

"Three years! Three years have passed! Why haven't I become a Super Saiyan yet!" Vegeta was trembling all over.

"That is because you do not possess a peaceful heart," Lu Fan sighed. "How many times have I told you? You need to keep your mindset peaceful."