The Night of Destruction

AGE 737, Planet Vegeta. A scarlet sky forever shrouded this desolate land, where sandstorms raged across the plains and the air was thick with the scent of sulfur and blood. This planet was the home of the Saiyans, a race that lived for battle and conquest, serving as mercenaries for the cosmic emperor, Frieza.

However, tonight, the sky over Planet Vegeta felt unusually restless. Kashu jolted awake from his sleep, a layer of cold sweat seeping from his forehead. He had a dream: in it, Frieza's massive spaceship hovered above Planet Vegeta, an orange-red energy sphere dropped from the bottom of the ship, and then the entire world was swallowed by white light. "This dream again." Kashu wiped his brow and looked at his younger brother sleeping beside him. Kakarot, his own brother, was less than three months old, curled up in a crude crib, his small mouth slightly open, breathing steadily. His round face held the innocence unique to an infant.

Kashu was five years old, but his soul came from another world—a distant planet called Blue Star. In his past life, he was an ordinary Dragon Ball fan; after staying up late to finish the entire series, he woke up as the eldest son of the Saiyan Bardock. Having transmigrated five years ago, he had gradually adapted to this cruel world. Saiyan children were required to undergo combat training from the age of three and were thrown onto strange planets for survival assessments at five. Relying on his past memories and a mysterious existence within him called the "Legendary Super God-Level System," Kashu had survived every trial, reaching a combat power level unattainable by his peers. But tonight, he wasn't concerned about his own strength. System, how much time is left until the destruction of Planet Vegeta? Kashu chanted in his heart.

A translucent light screen appeared before his eyes: [Legendary Super God-Level System] Host: Kashu. Age: 5. Combat Power: 1800. Legendary Super Awakening: 3%.

Current Task: None. [Answer: Based on historical timeline calculations, Frieza will destroy Planet Vegeta in AGE 737 (this year). Specific time: approximately 72 hours later.] "Three days." Kashu's pupils contracted slightly. "Only three days left." He had to take action. Kashu rolled out of bed, quickly put on his washed-out combat suit, and pushed open the door of the stone house. The air outside was dry and cold, and the lights of the royal palace in the distance flickered through the dust.

Bardock had not yet returned. As a low-class warrior, his father was away on campaigns year-round, rarely coming home. His mother, Gine, was still there, but she was busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the family.

"Mom, when will Father be back?" Kashu walked into the kitchen. Gine turned around with a gentle smile on her face. Among all Saiyans, Gine was an anomaly—her personality was gentle, and she disliked fighting, making her stand out in a warrior race. She worked at the meat distribution station, handing out food to the warriors every day.

"Your father said he would be back tonight," Gine said. "What's wrong, Kashu? You look very uneasy." "It's nothing." Kashu didn't say anything more. He couldn't tell his mother that this planet would be destroyed in three days. After breakfast, Kashu carried Kakarot out of the house. The infant Kakarot babbled in his brother's arms, waving his small hands, trying to grab Kashu's hanging hair. "Don't fuss, Kakarot." Kashu gently brushed his brother's hands away, but his gaze drifted toward the distance—the direction of the royal palace. There, a meeting that would decide Broly's fate was taking place...

Planet Vegeta Royal Palace, Council Hall. King Vegeta sat on his high throne, looking down at the two people kneeling below. His eyes were cold and sinister, a faint trace of killing intent hanging at the corners of his mouth. Of the two kneeling, one was a burly Saiyan warrior with a resolute face—Paragus, and the other was the infant in his arms. The baby looked no different from any other Saiyan infant, but King Vegeta knew what kind of terrifying power lay hidden within that child.

Broly. The Legendary Super Saiyan. Just a few days ago, Broly was still an infant lying in a culture tank shortly after birth. But when he cried, his combat power reading on the scouter jumped wildly, eventually breaking the ten-thousand mark. Ten thousand. An infant with a combat power of ten thousand was unheard of in the entire Saiyan race. Even more terrifying was that his power continued to grow without any sign of stopping.

King Vegeta felt threatened. If Broly were allowed to grow, the Saiyan throne would surely change hands in the future. He would never allow anyone to threaten his rule.

"Paragus," King Vegeta began, his voice low and majestic, "your son Broly's combat power far exceeds that of a normal Saiyan infant. This is a dangerous existence."

Paragus lowered his head, his forehead pressed against the cold floor: "Your Majesty, Broly is just a baby. He poses no threat—" "Silence!" King Vegeta slammed his armrest, "His combat power already exceeds most of the warriors under my command! If he is allowed to grow, the consequences will be unimaginable!" Paragus's body trembled. He knew what King Vegeta was worried about—the threat to the royal bloodline's rule. But Broly was his son; he couldn't just watch him be harmed.

"Your Majesty, please show mercy!" Paragus kowtowed, "I am willing to take Broly and leave Planet Vegeta, never to return!" King Vegeta was silent for a moment, a flicker of calculation flashing in his eyes.

"Very well." He finally spoke, "I will grant you and your son a way out. Tonight, a small spaceship will head to Planet Vampa—a desolate frontier planet. You and Broly will take that ship and live there forever. You are not to return to Planet Vegeta, nor are you to contact any Saiyans." Paragus's heart sank to the bottom. Planet Vampa was a death world that even Saiyans refused to set foot on; the environment was harsh, resources were scarce, and being exiled there was essentially a death sentence. But he had no choice. "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty." Paragus kowtowed heavily, held Broly, and retreated from the council hall. King Vegeta watched Paragus's retreating back and snorted coldly: "The Legendary Super Saiyan? Nothing more than an exiled piece of trash." What he didn't know was that this "trash" would become the nightmare of the entire universe twenty years later...

Late that night, Kashu carried Kakarot and quietly arrived near the spaceport. He had been waiting for someone. Sure enough, a tall figure appeared on the edge of the spaceport in the darkness. The man wore damaged battle armor, had a deep scar on his face, and his eyes were weary yet sharp. "Father." Kashu stepped out from the shadows. Bardock turned around, and seeing his eldest son, his tense expression relaxed slightly: "Kashu, what are you doing here so late?" "I was waiting for you." Kashu walked up to Bardock, "Father, I have something very important to tell you." Bardock frowned. His eldest son had been different from other Saiyan children since he was young, too precocious, with a depth in his eyes that transcended his age. He had once measured Kashu's combat power with a scouter—1800. This number was inconceivable for a five-year-old; even King Vegeta's pride and joy, Prince Vegeta, only had a combat power of just over 400 at age four. "What is it?" Bardock asked. "Frieza is going to destroy Planet Vegeta." Kashu said bluntly. Bardock's pupils shrank sharply: "What did you say?" "Within three days, Frieza will arrive at Planet Vegeta in person and use a super-large energy bomb to destroy the entire planet." Kashu's voice was calm and firm, "I have no evidence, but my source of information is absolutely reliable. Father, we must leave here."

Bardock was silent. As a warrior who had long fought on the front lines of the Frieza Force, he understood the cruelty and hypocrisy of that cosmic emperor better than most Saiyans. He had long sensed Frieza's wariness and hostility toward the Saiyans. "What is your plan?" Bardock asked. "I found a medium-sized transport ship at the spaceport, enough to hold hundreds of people." Kashu said, "We need to gather the Saiyans who are willing to leave with us before Frieza arrives and escape this planet."

"Hundreds of people?" Bardock shook his head, "Kashu, you don't understand the Saiyans. Most would rather die in battle than run away like stray dogs." "Then only gather those who are willing to run." Kashu said, "Father, you know more people than I do. Are there any warriors dissatisfied with Frieza's rule? Are there any who would leave to survive?"

Bardock was silent for a long time. He thought of the comrades who had been sacrificed as cannon fodder by the Frieza Force on the battlefield, the low-class warriors who were looked down upon because their combat power wasn't high enough, and the misfits who were tired of endless conquest... "There are." Bardock finally said, "There are about fifty warriors who think like I do. But warriors alone aren't enough; we also need technicians, scientists, and women and children." "I'll handle that." Kashu said, "Mother works at the meat distribution station and knows many female Saiyans. She can help contact them." Bardock looked at his son, a complex light flashing in his eyes: "Kashu, you are only five years old. Where do you get so many ideas?" "Father," Kashu looked up, staring straight into Bardock's eyes, "some things have nothing to do with age." Bardock didn't ask again. He reached out and patted his son's shoulder, then turned and disappeared into the night...

Over the next two days, Kashu and Bardock acted separately. Bardock was responsible for contacting the Saiyan warriors dissatisfied with the status quo. He didn't say directly that they were fleeing—that would cause unnecessary panic. He only told trusted comrades: "Three days from now, gather at the abandoned spaceport in the North Pole, and bring your most valuable belongings and your families." Some agreed, some hesitated, and others refused outright. The Saiyan sense of honor made them unable to accept the option of "running away." "Bardock, have you lost your mind? Running away? We are Saiyans, not cowards!" an old comrade named Reg scolded angrily. "When you are blown into cosmic dust by Frieza, then you can talk to me about cowards." Bardock replied coldly and turned to leave. In the end, fifty warriors agreed to Bardock's plan. Most of them were low-class warriors who had been oppressed in the Frieza Force or misfits who were dissatisfied with King Vegeta's rule.

Meanwhile, Kashu found his mother, Gine. "Mom, how many female Saiyans do you know who work at the distribution station?" Kashu asked. Although puzzled, Gine answered truthfully: "About fifty or sixty. Why?" "If I told you this planet would be destroyed in three days, would you believe me?" Gine's face changed. She wasn't a warrior, but she had a woman's intuition. Kashu's eyes told her he wasn't joking. "I..." Gine hesitated, "I believe you, Kashu. But what do you intend to do?" "Take them with us." Kashu said, "We need scientists and technicians, and many of them have those skills. Mom, can you help me contact them? Tomorrow at midnight, gather at the abandoned spaceport in the North Pole. Tell them to bring whatever valuables and scientific equipment they can." Gine bit her lip and finally nodded...

On the third day, the Day of Destruction. The sky of Planet Vegeta was redder than usual, and the air was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression. Kashu held Kakarot, standing at his doorway, looking out at the distant horizon. In his perception, a massive, despair-inducing aura was approaching. Frieza had arrived. System, how much longer until Frieza's ship arrives? Kashu asked in his heart. [Estimated to arrive in Planet Vegeta's orbit in 1 hour.] "It's too late." Kashu turned and walked into the house, "Mom, let's go!" Gine had already packed simple luggage and was carrying a large bag. She took one last look at the home she had lived in for decades, a flash of reluctance in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination. "Let's go." Kashu carried Kakarot, Gine carried the luggage, and the two hurried toward the abandoned spaceport in the North Pole.

At the same time, Bardock also led the fifty warriors he had gathered toward the meeting point. They wore various types of battle armor, some carrying weapons, some with their families, their expressions grave and tense. At the spaceport, a medium-sized transport ship was ready. This ship originally belonged to the Frieza Force; after Bardock "acquired" it through improper means, it had been hidden here for several months. Although the exterior was old, the engines and life-support systems had been modified, making it capable of long-distance interstellar travel. "Everyone, board the ship!" Bardock shouted, "Women and children first, warriors stand guard outside!" Fifty warriors, fifty female Saiyans (twenty of whom were scientists and thirty were technicians), plus Kashu's family of three, and some accompanying children, brought the total number to about 120.

Boarding proceeded quickly, but just as the last group was preparing to board, a change occurred in the sky.

A massive shadow enveloped Planet Vegeta. It was a giant spaceship, Frieza's flagship. It hovered above the atmosphere, blocking out the sky like a giant beast devouring the world. Then, Frieza's voice spread across the entire planet through loudspeakers: "Saiyans, you are no longer useful. Planet Vegeta will become history today." Before the words faded, a huge orange-red energy bomb dropped from the bottom of the ship, trailing a long tail of fire as it plummeted toward the core of Planet Vegeta. "Everyone, speed up boarding!" Bardock roared, "Kashu, you go in first!" "Father, what about you?" Kashu stood at the hatch, holding Kakarot. "I'll be right behind you!" Bardock pushed Kashu, "Go in quickly!" Kashu gritted his teeth and rushed into the cabin with his brother. Gine followed closely behind. The moment the energy bomb hit the ground, the entire Planet Vegeta shook. Rumble—!!!

Blinding white light swallowed everything, and the shockwave spread in all directions at supersonic speeds, leveling everything in its path. The ground cracked, magma erupted, and the clouds in the sky were torn apart, revealing the pitch-black space. "Take off! Take off quickly!" Bardock rushed into the cabin and shouted at the pilot. The transport ship's engines let out a deafening roar, and the ship swayed as it lifted off, plunging into the atmosphere in the final second before the shockwave arrived. Through the observation window, Kashu saw the final sight of Planet Vegeta—the scarlet planet shattered in the white light, turning into countless fragments drifting in the universe. A planet, a race, destroyed in an instant. Kashu hugged Kakarot tightly; his brother seemed to sense something and began to cry loudly. "Don't cry, Kakarot." Kashu said softly, "We are alive. We are still alive."

In the cabin, the 120 Saiyans were silent. Some were crying, some were trembling, and others stared blankly at the fragments outside the window, their eyes empty. Bardock walked to Kashu's side and patted his son's shoulder, his voice hoarse: "You were right, Kashu. Frieza really did destroy Planet Vegeta."

Kashu looked up at his father's weary yet resolute face: "Father, this is just the beginning. We still need to find a new home, and then become stronger—strong enough to protect ourselves, strong enough that no one will ever dare to bully the Saiyans again." Bardock was silent for a moment, then asked: "Where do you intend to go?" "Earth." Kashu said, "A remote planet in the Solar System. The gravity there is only one-tenth of Planet Vegeta's, the environment is beautiful, resources are abundant, and... there is something that can change everything."

"What thing that can change everything?" "Dragon Balls." Kashu smiled slightly, "Artifacts that can grant any wish." Bardock frowned, clearly skeptical, but he didn't refute it. This five-year-old son had already proven his foresight; perhaps everything he said was true.

"Then we go to Earth." Bardock said, then turned and walked toward the command cabin to begin plotting the course. Kashu held Kakarot, sat by the window, and closed his eyes.

120 Saiyans, plus him and Kakarot—this was the last spark of the Saiyan race. Although this was much better than the fate of Son Goku being alone in the original story, he knew the road ahead was long, and countless challenges awaited them. System, display current status. [Legendary Super God-Level System] Host: Kashu.

Age: 5. Combat Power: 1800. Legendary Super Awakening: 3%. Current Task: None. Surviving Saiyan Statistics: 52 warriors (including Bardock), 50 female Saiyans, 18 children, total 120. (Note: Saiyans like Vegeta, Raditz, and Nappa who were away on missions were not included in the survivor list; they likely escaped the disaster.) "Vegeta, Raditz, Nappa..." Kashu muttered to himself, "You had better be alive too. This universe still needs you." The ship entered faster-than-light travel, flying toward that blue planet. Journey time: one year. Three things for the new book! Please read, please add to library, please tip!