Tights had spent the past few years running all over the Universe, and what she heard most often was about Saiyans.
There were rumors that Saiyans were brutal, bloodthirsty, cold-blooded, and so on.
But most of all, people spoke of how powerful the Saiyan race was—how the entire Universe, the Four Galaxies, countless stars, and countless factions had all submitted beneath the Saiyans' feet.
Tights did not truly fail to understand the cold, cruel laws of darkness in the Universe.
Naturally, she understood very well just how fortunate it was to be able to rely on a Saiyan and become a Saiyan's woman.
It was no exaggeration to say that, among the countless trillions of living beings in the entire Universe,
the beings who wanted to marry a Saiyan—even if only as an ordinary Saiyan's concubine, maidservant, sex slave, servant, and so on—could line up from Earth all the way out of the North Galaxy, and even farther.
Hearing Tights' words, Bulma immediately nestled happily into Baros' embrace and smiled. "Of course. And besides being a Saiyan, Baros is also..."
Before Bulma could finish, Tights had already brushed back the hair by her ear and aimed her golden-eyed gaze at the smiling Baros.
Beep~ Beep~ Beep!!
A string of data flashed through Tights' eyes before finally freezing on a number that left her astonished—perhaps even terrified.
Power level: 1 point.
Other than the lowest possible life-sign response of 1 point, it did not rise even the slightest bit.
"1... 1 point of power level? How is that possible?" Tights cried out, her lips parting in shock.
A member of the supreme Saiyan race, revered throughout the entire Universe and regarded as gods whom no one dared defy, only had a power level of 1? What kind of cosmic joke was