Ancient Saiyans and Elves' Entanglement

Elf Continent.

Vegeta pushed open the door, suddenly stunned by the scenery before his eyes. Beyond the palace where he stood, he fixed his gaze upon the surroundings.

Lush, verdant ancient trees and a vibrant display of competing blossoms.

The shade of green trees and the riot of flowers were like being transported to a fairyland on earth. Even if one exhausted every superlative in existence, it wouldn't capture even a ten-thousandth of this beauty.

"You're awake, man. I must go report to the Elf Queen immediately. You wait here, and don't you dare wander off!" the elf guard outside commanded.

Given Vegeta's usual temperament, he would never have tolerated such insolence; he would have struck her dead long ago. However, in such beautiful surroundings, Vegeta was in a great mood and couldn't be bothered to bicker with a woman.

Stepping out of the room, Vegeta strolled into the front garden. He saw butterfly-like creatures flitting about, displaying their vivid wings upon the flowers. He couldn't help but slowly reach out a finger to gently stroke one.

The scene was picturesque. The tyranny and arrogance typical of a Saiyan seemed to vanish under the influence of the flowers and the elegant surroundings.

What remained was a refined and gentle noble prince.

Only his flame-like, upright hair and the tail coiled around his waist seemed so out of place.

"Man, come with me. The Queen wants to see you!" the guard who had just returned from reporting commanded.

"Hmph, This Prince has a name—it's Vegeta. And... watch your tone! If you dare speak to This Prince like that again, I'll make sure you don't live to see tomorrow's scenery!" Vegeta declared.

As he spoke, a trace of killing intent manifested, scaring the guard into a cold sweat. The overwhelming bloodlust left her shivering, as if she had just walked through a legendary hell.

She hurriedly said respectfully, "Y-yes, honored Prince Vegeta, please follow me..."

"Hmph, you don't know what's good for you, forcing me to ruin such a beautiful scene!" Vegeta snorted coldly.

He then followed her toward the central palace.

Inside the great hall.

"Queen, why not kill him? We are hiding in this region precisely because our ancestors followed his, back in the day..." Catherine was saying to the Elf Queen, clearly indignant.

"Enough. That was a matter between our ancestors; ten thousand years have passed. After all, we have only seen this in the documents left behind by our forebears!" the Elf Queen interrupted Catherine.

At this moment, Vegeta entered.

Looking at the woman on the throne, he was instantly struck by her ethereal beauty.

Her figure, about 1.75 meters tall, with blue-gold hair and a face refined to the extreme. Even beneath her royal robes, her proud peaks could not be hidden, and her waist, thinner than Vegeta's thigh, looked so delicate one feared it might snap at a touch. Further down, the curve of her hips made Vegeta involuntarily tilt his head. He bent his body slightly to hide his reaction.

For a moment, he stared blankly, forgetting the very purpose of his arrival.

"Audacious! A mere Saiyan, daring to profane our Queen like this!" Catherine shouted loudly at the drooling Vegeta.

Hearing this, Vegeta's eyes cleared instantly. He turned his gaze from the enchanting scenery to Catherine, revealing a tyrannical aura.

"Do you... wish to die?" he asked.

Catherine was so intimidated she couldn't speak.

"That's enough, Catherine. You may leave. I have words for him," the Queen said.

"But..." Catherine wanted to protest.

"I said, leave," the Queen commanded.

At this moment, the Queen's body erupted with a powerful ki. Vegeta sensed it—her power was around 100 million.

He was instantly astonished. He never expected such a powerful race to be hidden in the universe! It seemed this world was not limited to what Akira Toriyama had drawn; there were many unknown secrets yet to be uncovered.

Catherine, remembering the Queen's terrifying strength and methods, dared not speak further and retreated respectfully.

The Queen then said, "Saiyan, please sit. I do not yet know your name."

The Queen slowly withdrew her surging ki and waved a hand, causing a rattan chair to appear behind Vegeta.

Vegeta, unconstrained, sat down and crossed his legs. "Heh, Queen, my name is Vegeta! I am the Prince of the Saiyans. Oh, I forgot—the Saiyans are extinct now, only a few of us remain. I suppose you could call me the Saiyan King now!"

Vegeta refused to be outdone, asserting his status. After all, he didn't want to lose in terms of presence to anyone, including the woman before him.

"Heh, it seems the Saiyans' unique pride and arrogance have not been lost," the Queen laughed.

"You know I'm a Saiyan? How is it I didn't know your race existed?" Vegeta asked, puzzled.

"In the ancient era..." The Queen began to explain everything slowly.

It turned out that hundreds of millions of years ago, the Saiyans and the Elf Race had a very close relationship. The Saiyans of the past were not as tyrannical or ruthless as they were now; they simply loved to fight on the front lines, maintaining peace in the universe. The Elf Race supported them from the rear, handling the aftermath. Although the Elves were also powerful in combat, because their entire race was female, they disliked tedious fighting. They yearned for peace and possessed healing abilities.

They were a perfect match for the Saiyans. The two races shared resources, and there were even romances between them, though they could not produce offspring. Only the union of a Saiyan King and an Elf Queen could potentially bear a child, though the probability was extremely low.

However, if one were born, it would be terrifying. In their base form, they would possess the power of the Great Ape, and their Super Saiyan transformation would have green hair, carrying the genes of the Elf Race. They would have endless potential and a body that grew stronger the more they fought.

It wasn't until Yamoshi took the throne as Saiyan King that things changed. During a peacekeeping mission, he discovered the God of Destruction. He realized that the peace the Saiyans had been maintaining was merely a facade shown to them by the so-called gods.

In places he couldn't see, the God of Destruction would casually destroy planets and control the lives and deaths of others. Sometimes, if he didn't like the food, he would flip the table and destroy the planet!

Yamoshi scoffed at such a god. He led his people to launch an attack against the gods. The Saiyans of that time were incredibly powerful. Aside from those with righteous hearts who could transform into the red-haired God state, most of the others could transform into Super Saiyans.

Their combat power back then—hundreds of millions, billions, tens of billions, even hundreds of billions—was commonplace. The strongest was Yamoshi; by the time he ascended the throne, he could already transform into a Super Saiyan 4.

As the most powerful Saiyan in history, the war he ignited caused both the Supreme Kai and the God of Destruction to meet their ends. Whis's power at the time was relatively weak; he could only preserve his own life and could not save the others.

Just as Yamoshi was on the verge of victory, the Grand Priest appeared!

Yamoshi's power still fell short compared to the Grand Priest. Yet, even he could not eliminate Yamoshi; although he was only at the Super Saiyan 4 stage, his base combat power was so immense that it had bridged the gap between mortal and god, reaching a level where he fought as a so-called god through sheer strength alone!

After the Grand Priest halted the battle, he chose not to destroy the Saiyan race, as the peace of Universe 7 was inextricably linked to them.

Instead, he sealed Yamoshi and cursed the Saiyan bloodline, filling it with a tendency for brutality and forbidding them from transforming into the god state. He even sealed a portion of their genes, making it difficult for Saiyans to transform into Super Saiyans!

The Saiyan ancestral planet was caught in the wake of the terrifying battle and vanished completely!

Because the Elf Race had not participated directly in the fighting, the Grand Priest spared them!

After the battle ended, the Elf Queen of that era, who had been deeply in love with Yamoshi, tried every possible means to break his seal. She finally located the Dragon Balls personally created by Dragon God Zalama and secretly made a wish to unseal him!

Having fought alongside gods, the naturally gifted Elf Race had long since mastered the divine language, allowing them to summon Super Shenron!

With the God of Destruction of Universe 7 dead, the universe was in ruins, and the Angel race did not specifically monitor the Elf Race. This gave them an opportunity, and by the time they were discovered, it was already too late. Strangely, however, Yamoshi did not launch another war.

Seeing this, Whis assumed Yamoshi had submitted and did not summon the Grand Priest again.

During the time he spent searching for a new God of Destruction and a Supreme Kai, Yamoshi secretly went into hiding to train. He found the Namek of that era and wished for the Elf Race to be hidden and undetectable. This became the current Elf Continent!

Because of his ideals, the Yamoshi of that time had not accepted the Elf Queen's affections. Yet, he could not deny that he had grown to love the woman who had sacrificed everything for him! Thus, he hid them away to keep them from the later wars, all as a means of protecting them!

As for Namek, the abuse of the Dragon Balls triggered a horrific natural disaster that nearly wiped out their race! The survivors were forced to scatter, and the clan's records were lost! Only a few elders passed down the history through oral tradition.

By the time the current Grand Elder took his position, he only knew of the existence of an Elf Race, unaware of the entanglement they once had with the Saiyans!

Later on, through grueling training, Yamoshi successfully transformed into a Super Saiyan 6!

At that point, he did not seek out the Saiyan race again, because due to the seal, the Saiyans' strength was far inferior to what it once was; going to them would have been a pointless death!

He went alone, fighting his way to Zeno's Palace. At that time, none of the Gods of Destruction, Angels, or even the Grand Priest were his match!

In the end, Zeno finally took action himself, using the power of the rules that erase all things to completely obliterate Yamoshi!

Yamoshi's magnificent curtain call was marked by a single tear of resentment!

The Grand Priest could not shirk his responsibility and voluntarily stepped down, yielding his position to the creator of the original Angels—the most powerful Angel under the Grand Priest, and the father of Whis and the others!

He himself vanished and went into hiding!

So that's it... Mr. Popo is the former Grand Priest, no wonder his strength is unfathomable. Broly's bloodline is actually a hereditary mix of Saiyan and Elf! Vegeta recalled everything from his memories.

"Then, I have a question: how does your Elf Race reproduce? It seems your race has no men," Vegeta asked, puzzled.

"On our continent, there is a Divine Tree. Any woman who desires a child can pray beneath it, and before long, she will conceive and give birth!" the Elf Queen said, pointing to the massive, towering tree outside the window.

"Of course, when the Queen's bloodline combined with the Saiyan King's bloodline in the past, it also produced powerful descendants, inheriting the strengths of both races!" the Queen added immediately.

"What? I think I know a clansman similar to what you're describing, but while his strength is immense, he cannot control himself. Extreme rage drives him into a frenzy, destroying everything in his path!" Vegeta asked, thinking of Broly.

"That is because the original Grand Priest sealed a portion of your genes and cursed your bloodline! That is why the inherited bloodline is uncontrollable," the Elf Queen replied.

"So that's it. No wonder the legends left behind by the Saiyans only mention the Super Saiyan who appears once every thousand years, with no mention of the Elf Race! Yet the bloodline of the two races combined left behind a legend!" Vegeta muttered to himself.

"Why are you telling me this? There has been no contact between our two races for many years! Do you have some other motive?" Vegeta asked, his guard up.

"Within our Elf Race, some hate you Saiyans, while others stand with you for the sake of our glorious history. I believe that one day, we will return to the universe and leave this region! I, for one, stand on your side," the Queen said.

"Then you want me to help you break the concealment and return. Why do you trust me? My strength is still worlds away from those gods!" Vegeta asked.

"Our Queen lineage possesses the ability to foresee the future of others, but I cannot foresee yours! I want to take a gamble... If it works, everyone wins. If you fail, the worst-case scenario is simply remaining as we are now," the Queen said.

"Then what do I get out of this? Why should I help you? That would mean standing in opposition to the gods!"

"You would gain the help of our race. While we cannot fight for you, we offer foresight, healing, and—if you are willing—even I could join with you! By the way, as the current King of the Saiyans, you may call me by my name: Gulnara."

Listening to the tempting offer, Vegeta struggled with his thoughts.

Gulnara watched Vegeta's conflicted expression and tempted him further, "It is possible that you and I could produce powerful descendants. Furthermore, according to the records I have studied, my appearance aligns with the Saiyan standard of beauty. Do you truly have no interest in me?"