A spaceship was racing toward Planet Taluo at a speed close to the limit its hull could withstand. In the middle of the cabin, a Namekian sat in a chair, impatiently staring at the planet ahead as his fingers tapped against his folded arms.
"How much longer!?" The Namekian sitting on what looked like a throne sounded anxious. His agitated voice made the senior officers standing behind him, including Dorodabo, tense up.
The alien piloting the ship stammered, "R-r-reporting, King Slug. We'll arrive in about five minutes."
"Can't you go any faster!?" The battle power readings detected by the Scouter had made him uneasy. It wasn't that he feared some powerful enemy; he was afraid someone would steal his Fruit of the Tree of Might.
Slug had already entered old age. His only wish now was to stay young, and the Fruit of the Tree of Might could do just that. That was why he was in such a hurry.
"Reporting, my king, this is the fastest the ship can go! If we accelerate any further, it might fall apart before we arrive," the alien replied, trembling.
Although Slug was a Namekian, he couldn't survive in the vacuum of space. If the ship fell apart, he'd be done for, too.
"What was that Scouter alarm about just now!?" Slug's voice was icy. They had been too far away to get a clear reading of the changes in battle power before, but that was no longer the case.
"My king, one fighter's battle power went from 13,000 to 130,000..."
Before he could finish, Slug grabbed him and crushed his head. Purple fluid ran down his fingers. Slug tossed the body aside. *His battle power had increased tenfold just like that. How many of my Fruits of the Tree of Might had