The Saiyan's Shame

Two months later.

Raditz's spaceship took off from a life-bearing planet once again, continuing its journey toward Namek.

Inside the cockpit, Raditz leaned back in his seat, gazing through the glass at the deep cosmos as a faint ripple stirred in his mind.

Far away from Raditz's ship, at a certain location.

A pitch-black vessel was quietly tailing him at the same speed, maintaining a subtle distance—just within the limit where the ship could still receive signals.

Inside that ship, Turles also leaned back in his seat, his gaze fixed gloomily on the darkness ahead.

"Reiz, you've been following for so long, have you figured out his destination?"

Reiz sat in the pilot's seat, his fingers tapping rapidly across the console. "Lord Turles, as it stands, he doesn't seem to have a clear destination."

"For the past two months, he has been landing on planets with civilizations, but he takes off again shortly after. He never stays for long."

He pulled up a detailed flight map.

The silver trajectory line on the map wound back and forth, showing absolutely no pattern.

Sometimes he would fly in a straight line for days, only to suddenly make a sharp turn toward another planet. At other times, he would clearly leave a star system, only to double back and circle the vicinity.

"Are you saying he discovered us and is intentionally taking detours?"

Reiz shook his head, a thoughtful expression appearing on his purple face.

"Lord Turles, I don't think so. He landed on Kabacha Planet before in much the same way. Judging by the flight path, it looks more like he is searching for something, trying his best not to miss any life-bearing planets along the way."

"Searching for something?"

What could a guy with a combat power of 500,000 be searching for that would make him go to such lengths?

He couldn't figure it out.

"Keep following," Turles closed his eyes. "Don't get too close, don't let him find out."

"Yes."

At this moment, a tall alien walked over. "Lord Turles, if I may be so bold, why not just destroy the other ship and force them to submit?"

Turles looked at Amond before him, speechless.

This guy was a space criminal who had escaped from prison during the chaos when he was attacking Natz Planet.

Half a month ago, he had approached him and joined his ranks.

Admitting he couldn't beat him would damage his own dignity, so Turles simply ignored him.

"Uh, Lord Turles, there's a new development."

Reiz looked at the screen in front of him, looking somewhat awkward. "The ship's main control just received a message."

"It was sent by the ship in front. He has discovered us."

He then projected the message onto the screen.

It consisted of only two simple words.

"Come over."

The ship fell silent for a moment.

"Hmph, how arrogant." Turles felt a bit annoyed, but considering the other party was also a Saiyan and possessed great strength, he found it only natural.

"Lord Turles, shall we..."

"Go. Since we've been discovered, there's no need to hide anymore."

After sending the message, Raditz landed once again on the planet he had just departed, waiting for Turles to arrive.

Earlier, he had vaguely felt that something was following him, and from time to time, a cold, chilling ki would appear in his perception.

At first, Raditz thought it was an illusion, but the sensation grew clearer and clearer until just now, when he finally recognized that aura.

It was Turles'.

Judging by the situation, the other party must have been tracking him for a long time.

Raditz didn't care, but he suddenly thought of something: that guy seemed to have something he wanted.

Perfect, he had delivered himself right to his doorstep.

The planet where Raditz landed was called Paga Planet, also a trading planet. Raditz was currently sitting in a restaurant in a bustling area.

Strange-looking alien creatures walked back and forth on the street, though humanoid creatures still made up the majority, so he didn't stand out too much.

After waiting for a while, a commotion broke out among the crowd at the street corner.

Three figures emerged from the throng, and wherever they went, pedestrians scattered as if they had seen a plague.

Raditz looked up, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.

Turles walked in the lead, followed by Reiz and Amond.

All three were wearing standard Riza Corps combat uniforms, with scouters mounted on their heads.

"Hey, Turles, what's wrong with you, walking around dressed like that?"

At these words, a large, vein-like cross symbol appeared on Turles's forehead. He took a deep breath.

"Raditz, what do you want?"

"What do I want?" Raditz slammed his hand on the table. "It's what you want! You've been tailing me since Kabacha."

"What? Still looking for a beating?"

Turles clenched his fists, released them, and clenched them again, barely suppressing the rage in his heart.

Why hadn't he realized this guy was so annoying before? He used to act so cold and taciturn.

Seeing Turles remain unmoved, Raditz turned his gaze to Amond, who was standing to the side with a cold expression.

"Rare. I didn't think someone like you could even recruit subordinates."

"I already thought this purple-skinned one was brain-damaged."

Amond's eyes suddenly sharpened.

"Lord Turles, forgive me, but I cannot obey your order."

Before they arrived, Turles had specifically instructed him not to attack under any circumstances; the data on the scouter was unreliable, and the opponent was beyond his ability to handle.

But at this moment, Amond had been blinded by rage.

He pushed off the ground with his feet and raised his right hand high, a heavy, powerful hand-blade whistling through the air as it slashed toward Raditz's head.

Seeing Amond's swift and violent attack, Raditz revealed a triumphant smile.

He didn't move; he simply raised his right hand and tapped his index finger slightly.

The hand-blade descended, colliding perfectly with the tip of his finger.

There was no loud noise, no shockwave; that thin finger acted like a nail, pinning Amond's full-force strike dead in mid-air.

Amond's pupils dilated, his body trembling from the excessive exertion.

His hand-blade felt as if it had struck an incredibly hard singularity—indestructible and immovable—while the rebounding force made his arm go numb.

Raditz smiled faintly.

He curled his index finger slightly and flicked it gently against Amond's forehead.

"Thud!"

A dull sound echoed.

Amond's body flew backward like a cannonball, smashing through several walls before finally being buried under a pile of rubble, his life or death unknown.

A deathly silence filled the restaurant.

The other diners had long since fled, and the owner was shivering behind the counter.

Raditz withdrew his finger, picked up the cup on the table as if nothing had happened, took a sip, and then looked at Turles, who was standing at the entrance.

"Now, let's talk about you attacking me."

Turles: "..."

This was so absurd.

He felt like he was being scammed, and by another Saiyan, no less.

"Raditz, you are a disgrace to the Saiyans."

"Doesn't matter."

As long as I'm an Earthling, that's fine.

Raditz added silently to himself.

"As compensation for the victim, I want your star map."

Turles stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed.

"Heh heh heh... so this is your goal?"

"This is compensation. I have no goal."

"Say whatever you want." Turles crossed his arms. "I can give you the star map, but you have to agree to one condition."

"You're asking for conditions? Are you pushing your luck?"

"Aren't you afraid the star map might be fake?"

Raditz opened his mouth, about to retort, but Turles spoke first.

"Don't bother saying you'll compare my map with those of the planet's natives. I've been a destroyer rampaging through the universe for over a decade; I've even attacked the Natz Planet headquarters. The star map I possess covers the entire universe."

Raditz shut his mouth.

The guy was a veteran space drifter of over ten years. He had to yield to the seniority.

"Fine, speak. What's the condition?"

Turles could not hide the excitement in his eyes. "Make me as strong as you!"

Raditz stood up, turned around, and walked away.

You're dreaming, he thought. Do you really think you have me cornered?

As the saying goes, when in doubt, ask the sprin—

Ask Shenron!

I could simply wish for the star map directly from Shenron.

Raditz cursed himself internally once more.

He should have just wished for the star map back on Earth instead of the coordinates for Namek.

To have gone through all this trouble only to be manipulated by Turles—he must have had a hole in his head.

No!

It was Shenron who had a hole in its head; it should have just offered that as an option.

"Wait." Turles chased after him.

Seeing Raditz leave without a moment's hesitation, he couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy.

"Just tell me how you got so strong, alright?"