"I'm going with Broly... He can't control Flying Saucer's navigation system by himself. Last time he almost drove Flying Saucer into a star." Vegeta volunteered, stood up from his seat, and pointed at Broly with his thumb.
Reiz said nothing more and waved his hand casually.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Vegeta and Broly turned into two golden streams of light and rose into the sky one after the other, flying rapidly towards the silver-white Flying Saucer suspended in the stratosphere.
The two of them got into the open side hatch of Flying Saucer in the blink of an eye.
Vegeta walked to the main console in three steps, and tapped his fingers rapidly on the navigation panel. Flying Saucer's engine let out a low roar, the ship's hull shook slightly, and it chased at full speed in the direction of the stolen flagship that Naseru had fled.
When Broly passed by the back cabin of Flying Saucer, he lowered his head and glanced at Majin Buu, who was still curled up in the seat and sleeping soundly.
Buu's stomach rose and fell with the even sound of snoring, and there was a trace of glistening drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.
"This guy... has been sleeping since he returned to Planet Vegeta, and he has been sleeping until now." Broly scratched the back of his head.
"Don't worry about him, let him sleep. He won't be a problem on the spaceship anyway... he will wake up naturally when he is hungry." Vegeta tilted his head from the driver's seat and glanced at the pink figure in the back cabin, then returned his attention to the navigation panel, without any surprise in his tone.
It's just that he likes to sleep. On Planet Vegeta, Buu neither blew up the planet nor turned people into chocolate, he just slept peacefully. There's really nothing to say.
It only took Vegeta and Broly less than half an hour to easily lock on the escaping spaceship of Naseru and intercept it in a star field not far from Planet Vegeta.
Vegeta opened the docking hatch and entered the flagship. When Naseru saw His Highness Prince's frosty face appearing in front of him, he felt as if all the bones in his body had been ripped out, and he had no time to even think of escaping.
Vegeta didn't say a single unnecessary word, and slapped him neatly on the back of the neck with his backhand.
Naseru rolled his eyes and fell to the ground on the spot.
After dragging the unconscious Naseru back to Flying Saucer, Vegeta and Broly changed course and quickly returned to Planet Vegeta.
After returning to Royal City, the first thing Vegeta did was slap Naseru hard on the face with a loud slap, forcefully waking him up from his coma.
"Ouch..."
Naseru covered his face and let out a shrill scream. What he saw when he opened his eyes was the condescending and cold face of Vegeta.
"If you dare to run away again... I will kill you myself. You don't need to wait for Bardock to come back, I will do it myself." Vegeta narrowed his eyes and his voice was as cold as ice.
"Your Highness... I never dare to run away again. I swear, I never dare to run away again! Please give me another chance!" Naseru scrambled to get up from the ground, knelt on the ground and kowtowed crazily.
"Enjoy your last period of time... The process of waiting for death will be much longer than the moment of your actual death." Vegeta raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing an extremely bright smile.
He stretched out his hand and patted Naseru lightly on the shoulder twice, then turned around and walked away without even the interest to take another look.
Before Broly left, he also glared at Naseru fiercely and waved his fist that was bigger than a casserole at him, with an undisguised threat on his face.
"If I were you... in the remaining time, instead of waiting in fear for death every day, it would be better to hurry up and practice." Vegeta said this again before leaving without looking back.
Naseru stood alone, the expression on his face repeatedly switching between fear and unwillingness.
If cultivation can increase Combat Power from less than 10,000 to more than 20,000...
He has been practicing for a long time.
Combat Power If this thing could be picked up within a few days, why would he end up like this?
The vast starry sky, the vast universe.
Mule controls the huge combat robot Mosco, which has been lingering near the wreckage zone of Cooler Planet 1 for an unknown amount of time.
He searched the star field over and over countless times, scanning every larger piece of debris with God of Destruction power, but could not find any substantial clues about the whereabouts of his son Merus.
The universe is so vast that tracking down a specific person without clear coordinates and witnesses is no less difficult than finding a specific grain of sand on the entire planet.
Just when Mule was about to give up the search and prepare to return to Universe 3, he overheard the conversation of three passers-by who were drinking and chatting in the corner of a tavern on a remote planet.
From the chat between these three people, Mule captured a fragment of the conversation that made his dark red electronic eyes suddenly light up...
One of them told the other two people in an extremely certain tone that Cooler Planet 1 was not destroyed by any meteorite at all, nor did it self-destruct due to leakage of internal energy. It was blown up by someone using Energy Blast from the outside, and the person who did it was a Saiyan.
Mule controlled Mosco and walked with heavy steps to the three-person table.
Mosco The shadow cast by the huge body shrouded the entire wine table in a suffocating darkness.
"You just said... that it was a Saiyan that destroyed Cooler Planet 1? Tell everything you know, don't miss a word." Mule's voice coldly hit the heads of the three people through the external loudspeaker of Mosco.
"You... who are you? Where did you come from?" The first traveler was so frightened by the sudden giant robot that he almost dropped his wine glass.
"It's just a robot. It's probably an automatic soldier left by some legion at the supply depot to see what's going on. Don't make a fuss, let's continue talking about ours." The second traveler looked Mosco up and down. Because there was no sign of any force he recognized on the outer shell of Mosco, he waved his hand disapprovingly.
"Don't interrupt us drinking, otherwise I'll be rude to you. A broken machine dares to come to the tavern to question a living person." The third traveler became even more impatient. He stood up with the strength of his drink and poked the Mosco's thick alloy armor plate with his finger.
"I'll ask you a few questions, and you'll answer them well. I'll ask again... who destroyed Cooler Planet 1." Mule let out a low cold snort, and then controlled Mosco to raise a thick metal arm and pointed lightly at a towering mountain range in the distance.
"Crack!"
A purple-red Destruction Energy that was as thin as silk but so bright that it almost blinded the eyes shot out silently from the fingertips of Mosco, spanning a distance of dozens of miles, and accurately hit the main peak of the mountain range.
In just the blink of an eye, the majestic mountain that had stood on the surface of the earth for countless thousands of years began to disintegrate from the lowest structure of matter.