Cabba

Just as Sun Wumian was about to voice his thoughts.

Click!

The door swung open.

Everyone turned to look.

Caulifla glanced over, then went back to fiddling with the pendant hanging around her neck, lost in thought.

"Who are you? This is our base, get out." Colen walked up to the intruder and said unceremoniously.

Sun Wumian looked over as well. Huh? Cabba? The person who had arrived was none other than Cabba, the Saiyan from Universe 6 he knew.

Ignoring Colen, Cabba walked straight over and stared at Caulifla.

"You must be Miss Caulifla."

"Tch... so what if I am... who are you?"

"You stole something from the Sadala Army, and you must return it." Cabba pointed at the pendant on Caulifla's neck.

"Tch, is that so? If you want it back, try fighting me with everything you've got. Though, I've yet to see a Saiyan who can beat me." Caulifla stood up and sneered.

"In that case, excuse me." Cabba said, turning to head outside first.

The group followed him out.

With a single kick, just one, Caulifla sent Cabba flying into a small rocky hill, where he slid down the side.

She cast a disdainful look at Cabba as he struggled to stand. "Trying to order me around? You're a million years too early. Well? Still want me to return that thing?"

"Damn it," Cabba wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "That ornament is a tribute meant for the King of Sadala. What am I supposed to do?"

"Actually, this pendant is pretty tacky. If you want it back, it's not impossible," Caulifla suddenly added.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Cabba's heart leaped, and he asked hurriedly.

"It's simple. That kid over there wants to see the strength of your Sadala Army. I hear you're the number one genius in the Sadala Army, so just take us to the Royal City for a look. Once that's done, I'll give the ornament back."

Caulifla gestured toward Sun Wumian, who was standing to the side.

"I see. It's true that outsiders aren't allowed into the Royal City without permission. Fine, I can take you there, but you cannot cause any trouble."

"Do I look like that kind of person?" Caulifla said, hands on her hips, looking displeased.

Cabba: You aren't, but just hearing your name is enough to stop children from crying.

Hearing this, Sun Wumian finally understood. No wonder she had been stalling for so many days; she hadn't figured out how to get into the Royal City yet. But then again, she claimed she had never met a Saiyan who could beat her—she could have just forced her way in.

She probably just didn't want to cause such a huge scene over a trivial matter.

"Miss Caulifla, could you return the ornament to me first? The banquet for the King of Sadala is in three days, and the tribute needs to be delivered in advance," Cabba asked again.

"Catch." Caulifla ripped the pendant from her neck and tossed it over. "We are all Saiyans, a warrior race. I trust you. I hope you don't forget what you promised."

"No problem. I'll have someone send this back first, then we can head to the Royal City together. If we're fast, we should make it in time for the King's banquet. I hear there's plenty of delicious food this time. Oh, right, I can only bring three people to the banquet at most; I can't do anything about more than that." Cabba caught the pendant and continued.

"What? Delicious food? Then hurry up! Even though I don't like the look of that King of Sadala, I'll reluctantly attend this time."

Ugh, are all Saiyans gluttons? They can't move once they hear about food. Goku is the same, eating enough for a hundred people a day isn't even enough. Come to think of it, I'm hungry too. I won't be satisfied without ten or eight bowls. Wait, why do my legs feel a bit weak? Sun Wumian thought to himself.

After a long while, Cabba returned.

And so, the four of them—Sun Wumian, Caulifla, Kale, and Cabba—set off, flying toward the Royal City of the Sadala Saiyans.

"At this speed, it'll take at least four or five days to reach the Royal City. Can you go any faster?" Cabba shook his head as soon as they started.

"This is my top speed." Sun Wumian felt helpless. His hair was being blown sideways, yet he still couldn't keep up with them. The gap in strength was just too large; even Cabba had a power level of over 500,000.

"Hey, doesn't your Sadala Army have those high-speed flying cars? Bring one out."

"There's only one flying car, and besides, flying cars aren't as fast as we are. Don't joke around."

"Then Cabba, you'll just have to carry him while you fly," Caulifla added.

It had to be said that the speed of someone with a power level of 500,000 was incomparable to someone with 20,000. Fortunately, Sun Wumian exercised his body every day, which allowed him to barely endure the pace.

Come to think of it, Planet Sadala seemed even larger than Namek. After about a day of travel, the group finally reached the outskirts of the Royal City.

Looking from afar, the grandeur of the Royal City was beyond imagination.

"Let's go down." While they were still some distance away, Cabba pointed his thumb toward the ground and descended first.

"What the hell? Can't we just fly straight in?" Caulifla followed, landing at the same time, and asked with annoyance.

"Royal City regulations: flying is prohibited within the city limits. Of course, if you want to be hunted down by the warriors of the Sadala Army, feel free to try."

"Hmph, since when did such a boring rule exist? I'm going to try it anyway."

"Alright, Miss Caulifla, I'm afraid of you, okay? Didn't we agree not to cause trouble?" Seeing the situation escalating, Cabba hurriedly intervened.

"Did I say that? I don't remember."

Sun Wumian couldn't watch anymore and spoke up: "Alright, we're here now. Walking a little bit won't take much time."

"I was just joking. I don't have the energy for all that nonsense. Let's just get into the city and find something to eat."

Hm? Something's not right. Sun Wumian used his Scouter to check the power levels of the Saiyans inside the Royal City.

Strange. According to the classification of Saiyans here, there are fewer than 50 low-class Saiyan warriors, less than 10 mid-class warriors, and not a single high-class warrior with a combat power exceeding 500,000 has been detected.

"Cabba, let me ask you a question. How come I feel like there aren't many experts in the Royal City?" Sun Wumian asked, puzzled.

"What do you mean? Our Sadala Army has over 100 powerful warriors and tens of thousands of ordinary soldiers. Isn't that enough? We are the strongest mercenary group in the universe," Cabba said with a tone of immense pride.

"Uh, is that so?" Sun Wumian felt a bit disappointed. If his own combat power kept increasing, there wouldn't be many Saiyans left for him to check in with.

The shortcomings of the Super Saiyan Check-in System he was bound to were starting to show.

"System, calculate the optimal order for me to check in from now on." He would have to use his mathematical knowledge to make the system find the best solution, allowing his combat power to increase to the maximum extent.

"It seems I can't rely on the system forever. I need to occasionally utilize the power of my Saiyan bloodline and increase my combat power through actual battles," Sun Wumian muttered to himself.

Before they knew it, they had successfully entered the Royal City. With Cabba there, no issues arose; after all, as the number one genius of the Sadala Army, he still possessed that much privilege.

It was just that the Saiyans passing by would tremble in fear when they saw Caulifla. It seemed her reputation was truly no joke.