Not Pretending Anymore? A Real Angel?

Gine couldn't help it, tears streaming from her eyes and down her cheeks.

Bardock put an arm around his wife's shoulders and squeezed tightly.

The two stood there, gazing at the starry sky for a long time, in the direction where the light had vanished and could no longer be seen.

The night wind swept across the wasteland, carrying away the last trace of warmth.

Reiz went home and slept early.

His residence was located on the outskirts of the Saiyan settlement, a standalone building. Though simple, it was quiet.

Lying in bed, he stared at the ceiling, the image of Linoshi appearing in his mind.

That strange girl.

Was she really an Angel?

If so, what was she doing on Planet Vegeta?

With these questions, Reiz gradually drifted into dreamland.

The next morning, the royal palace training grounds.

Sunlight streamed down through the transparent dome above the training grounds, illuminating the entire area brightly.

The surrounding walls were covered in traces of battle, with cracks and dents bearing witness to countless fierce clashes.

Reiz briefly guided Vegeta's training.

In truth, it was less training and more sparring with Vegeta.

Although Vegeta was only 5 years old now, his combat power had advanced by leaps and bounds, reaching 15,000.

In fact, Vegeta's combat power had now surpassed that of his father, King Vegeta.

"Bang bang bang!"

Vegeta unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks at Reiz. The small figure darted through the air, each blow carrying a sharp gust of wind.

Reiz easily blocked all of Vegeta's attacks with his hands, his feet planted firmly, a faint smile on his face throughout.

After a few rounds of exchanges, Vegeta stopped, landed, and crossed his arms.

"Hmph, that's enough for today," Vegeta said coldly, his small face filled with arrogance.

"Alright," Reiz nodded gently, appearing unassuming.

"But speaking of which, Reiz, my combat power has far surpassed yours now," Vegeta grinned triumphantly, tilting his chin up, a hint of provocation in his eyes.

"As expected of Prince Vegeta," Reiz smiled slightly, unfazed.

"You're a genius warrior, and so am I. It's a shame your combat power growth slowed down after 10,000," Vegeta sighed like a little adult, then glanced sideways at Reiz with a hint of disappointment in his tone, "You've really disappointed me. I thought I'd have a good rival."

"Hahaha, yes, yes," Reiz chuckled along, saying no more.

"In two days, I'll be going out to fight. Do you want to come?" Vegeta suddenly asked, still with his arms crossed.

Reiz's heart stirred.

Going out to fight with Vegeta at this time would be a good choice.

Familiar with the plot, Reiz knew that there was a high chance of survival by following Vegeta.

There was no need to clash head-on with Frieza at this moment.

Even if Frieza were defeated, there was still Frieza's brother, Cooler.

Cooler's combat power reached a staggering 470 million.

Planet Vegeta would still face destruction in the end.

"Okay, remember to call me," Reiz nodded in agreement.

"You're free to go," Vegeta waved at Reiz, signaling him to leave.

"Alright," Reiz smiled and turned, flying out through the window.

"Whoosh--"

The next moment, Reiz accelerated, flying rapidly towards Star-Shattering Cliff.

Today, he had to continue cultivating there, striving to increase his combat power as soon as possible.

After all, only by raising his combat power to 10 million could he escape the control of the Frieza race.

Otherwise, everything would be in vain.

Star-Shattering Cliff was as desolate as ever.

The rocks were jagged, the fierce winds howled, and there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. Only the blinding sunlight shone down unobstructed, baking every rock until it was scorching hot.

When Reiz appeared in the cultivation area of Star-Shattering Cliff, he instinctively glanced towards the spot where Linoshi had been before.

He froze when he looked.

A girl was standing on a rock over there.

The girl had flowing silver hair that shimmered with a faint luster under the sunlight, resembling liquid moonlight.

She wore the distinctive attire of an Angel and held a silver staff in her hand; the shaft was slender, with a transparent crystal orb embedded at the top.

Reiz: "..."

She really was an Angel!

She wasn't even pretending anymore, appearing directly in her Angel form?

However, it was worth noting that the girl's skin tone was not much different from that of a Saiyan or an Earthling, unlike the blue skin seen on some other Angels.

She stood there quietly, her silver hair fluttering gently in the breeze, exuding an aura of holiness and detachment, as if she did not belong to this world.

Linoshi was staring blankly at the crystal orb on her staff, completely unaware of Reiz's arrival.

Something was faintly flowing inside the crystal ball, looking like mist, or perhaps starlight.

She was watching it with great focus, her brows slightly furrowed as if she were deep in thought.

"Ahem!"

Reiz gave a cough.

Linoshi was startled; her body gave a slight jolt, and she jerked her head up, staring blankly at Reiz.

"You... when did you get here?" Linoshi asked nervously, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly as she instinctively tightened her grip on the staff.

"Just arrived." Reiz smiled, looking Linoshi up and down. His gaze lingered for a moment on her long silver hair and Angel attire before he mused, "So, you can transform too."

"Y-yes..." Linoshi nodded hurriedly, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible. "This is... this is a transformation."

"Your transformation is quite strange." Reiz looked at her with a smile, his eyes carrying a hint of playfulness. "This is the first time I've ever seen a silver-haired Saiyan."

"Th-that... it's precisely because my transformation is so strange that I rarely show it..." Linoshi replied with a guilty conscience, her eyes darting around, not daring to meet his gaze.

As soon as she finished speaking, Linoshi immediately shifted her form.

Her long silver hair instantly turned black, and the Angel attire on her body transformed into the blue combat suit characteristic of a Saiyan, with white shoulder pads and armor wrapping around her slender frame; even the staff in her hand vanished.

She had returned to the appearance she had last night.

"How magical, can your transformation even change your clothes?" Reiz asked with a smile.

"No... yes..." Linoshi didn't know how to answer for a moment, blushing and lowering her head, not daring to look at Reiz.

Her fingers unconsciously gripped the corner of her battle armor, kneading it tightly.

A gale blew past, catching her hair and brushing it gently against her cheeks.

"I should get to training as well." Reiz took a deep breath and whispered.

"C-can I watch from the side?" Linoshi asked in a small voice, looking up to steal a glance at him before quickly lowering her eyes again.

Those pale blue eyes held a trace of anticipation, mixed with a hint of nervousness.