Cassani and the Musli Empire

All the way into the other party's spaceship, Son Gohan discovered that they were actually life-forms that used oxygen too.

After they returned to their own ship, the helmets of the aliens escorting him quickly opened, revealing the faces inside.

From the corner of his eye, Son Gohan saw that these aliens' features were actually not all that different from Earthlings'.

To put it simply, this alien race looked like the elves from his previous life. Men and women alike were tall and slender, with incomparably handsome and beautiful appearances.

The only difference was that at the center of their foreheads, between their brows, something like a gemstone was embedded there.

After they boarded the ship, the floor beneath Son Gohan and the others suddenly floated up, carrying him and the two aliens escorting him swiftly toward a certain destination.

Along the way, Son Gohan kept his eyes closed, sensing the structure of the entire spaceship and the life auras aboard it.

First, he needed to use his spiritual power to probe the structure of the whole ship, so that if he had to escape, he would not end up running around like a headless fly.

He had to admit that the aura of every one of these aliens far surpassed that of ordinary Earthlings. If calculated by battle power value, each of the guys surrounding him had a value close to a thousand.

Based on his reasoning, these guys should be soldiers or cops or something similar, stronger than ordinary people. Then if ordinary people were about half as strong...

The ordinary members of this race had an average value of roughly three hundred to five hundred, and judging from their appearance, they should be a race inclined toward technology.

If Raditz or Nappa came to this planet, they probably really would not be able to cause much trouble.

Since when did the Dragon Ball world have a race like this?

But immediately afterward, he let it go. The universe shown in the original work was only the tip of the iceberg.

Besides, even if their average battle power was one thousand or even several thousand, so what? As long as they encountered an existence like Frieza—no, even his subordinate, Captain Ginyu—if he found you displeasing, he would wipe out your planet on the spot.

As he was thinking, the gliding platform beneath his feet suddenly stopped. Son Gohan opened his eyes and found that they had arrived before an exquisite metal door.

After their identities were verified, the metal door quickly opened, revealing the interior.

The room was extremely spacious. In the middle was a wide avenue leading straight inside, while on both sides of the road were a large number of aliens surrounded by virtual screens.

Son Gohan, who had watched who knew how many sci-fi movies in his previous life, was not surprised at all. Very soon, he was pushed by the two aliens to the front of the central building's main door.

"&@#..."

Just as they arrived at the door, a device on it emitted a voice. Immediately afterward, the door transformed into blue particles and dissipated.

Walking inside, he saw a guy who was even taller than the ordinary aliens and much more robust sitting on a hovering chair.

He waved his hand, signaling his two subordinates to leave, then looked at Son Gohan.

"Hello. My name is Cassani. I am the person in charge of this space monitoring station, a viscount of the Musli Empire. May I know your name?"

In the next second, the familiar language made Son Gohan pause, but he soon understood that with the other party's technology, making a translator would not be difficult.

"My name is Son Gohan."

Cassani smiled. "You are a Saiyan from Planet Vegeta, correct?"

Son Gohan frowned and explained, "I am a Saiyan, but I am an Earth Saiyan, not one of those Saiyans from Planet Vegeta."

This really had to be explained. After all, during this period, the Saiyans were under Frieza, fighting everywhere for him and buying and selling planets to earn enormous wealth. Their reputation had long since rotted completely.

"Don't be nervous!"

Cassani waved his hand and said in a gentle tone, "I can sense that you do not have the evil aura those fellows carry, so I do not think you are that kind of evil person."

Son Gohan raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Since you've confirmed there's no problem, can you let me go now?"

Cassani shook his head and said, "I'm afraid not, Mr. Gohan. I truly do not have the authority to release you directly, because you are considered a cosmic stowaway. This has to be reported to the central monitoring station for verification."

Hearing this, Son Gohan suddenly gave a mocking laugh. "I'm afraid that once you send me over, they'll treat me as an evil Saiyan from Planet Vegeta, won't they?"

Cassani's expression turned very serious. "That's right. And they would immediately judge it as a fourth-level felony and carry out the death penalty directly."

Hearing that, Son Gohan showed no fear at all. An interested look appeared on his face as he said, "Viscount Cassani, just say it plainly. What do you want me to help you with?"

"Smart!"

Cassani's eyes lit up. He had not expected the other party to be this clever, understanding the key point without him having to spell it out.

"I can completely turn you into an immigrant, removing your identity as a stowaway and avoiding the danger of being sentenced by the central monitoring station."

Cassani walked up to Son Gohan, handed him a cup of some unknown drink, and continued, "I only need you to help me win the future battle for noble rank. I hear you Saiyans call yourselves a warrior race, so this should be very simple for you, shouldn't it?"

Son Gohan took the cup and drank the liquid inside in one gulp. He found that it was extremely mellow and sweet, while also giving his body a relaxed feeling.

"How is it? This is fine wine brewed from Ice-Mellow Fruit. Ordinary civilians normally can't drink it at all."

As he spoke, Cassani poured Son Gohan another cup.

Son Gohan raised an eyebrow and asked, "In your battle for noble rank, you can invite life-forms from other races to fight on your behalf?"

Cassani revealed a smile that could infatuate many women. "Of course. Being able to find a stronger fighter proves that your methods are stronger."

Son Gohan understood. In other words, whoever could find the stronger hired muscle was also considered more capable.

At the same time, he also discovered that this race had a so-called noble class. However, it seemed that they did not particularly like resolving matters with force, preferring intelligence and methods instead.

This was exactly the sort of phenomenon only a proper high-level technological race would have.

"Interesting. I agree."

Son Gohan agreed very readily. Then he said to Cassani, "My conditions are simple. Help me repair my spaceship, and upgrade it as much as possible to your technological level. In return, I will agree to help you win this battle for noble rank with all my strength."

He was not afraid of being caught and sentenced to death by the central monitoring station. Rather, he needed to use the other party's civilized technology to repair his ship.

After all, the current Son Gohan could not cross outer space with his physical body.

Besides, he also really wanted to go and see how strong those so-called experts were. He had been worrying that he could not find combat opponents to train his actual fighting ability.

"That's a small matter. As long as you can win, anything is negotiable. Come, cheers!"