The Exile of Vampa

Age 780.

Deep in the cosmos, stars were scattered like dust across the darkness.

Even if you opened your eyes wide, it was difficult to find that solitary grey planet.

It looked like a forgotten fossil, floating silently in the void, devoid of satellites or rings, possessing only deathly silence and indifference.

This place was Vampa, hiding on the edge of the North Galaxy in Universe 7, orbiting star number 94.

Within a hundred light-years in any direction, there wasn't even a flicker of a signal from civilization.

No one wanted to come here, and no interstellar trade routes passed by.

It could only be considered a corner of the universe, isolated to the extreme.

Occasionally, an explorer's probe would scan this sector, and the data sent back would always read: "Life signs faint, environmental rating: Extinction-level." To put it plainly, the planet was neither large nor small, with a diameter of three thousand kilometers. Its surface was covered in rust-colored patches, dense like scars—the remnants of oxidized minerals left over hundreds of millions of years.

The atmosphere was too thin to sustain much, and from above, one could see deep, jagged rift valleys across the surface, as if a giant had clawed at the planet with its fingernails.

The environment on Vampa was as bad as it could possibly be.

During the day, the radiation from star 94 roasted the ground like a furnace, while at night, the temperature plunged to minus 120 degrees Celsius, making even the rocks crack and groan from the thermal expansion and contraction.

The ground was crawling with terrifying monsters: the Rock-Crushing Centipede, thirty meters long, with an exoskeleton as hard as alloy, which loved to hide underground and wait for prey; the Wind-Howling Giant Bird, with a fifty-meter wingspan and a beak like a scimitar, circling high above, its eyes missing nothing within a ten-kilometer radius; and those Lava Hyenas, whose fangs dripped with corrosive saliva, capable of chewing through solid rock like honeycomb.

Forget ordinary creatures; anything that could survive here had to be a monster itself.

The air was thick with the smell of sulfur and ozone, and water sources were pitifully scarce, most of them toxic.

When a gust of wind blew, it wasn't a cool breeze, but a barrage of blade-like sand that could strip a person down to white bone in seconds.

If you lacked real ability, you wouldn't last an hour—before you even had time to be afraid, this planet would have swallowed you whole.

Because the environment was so brutal, even space pirates avoided the place.

As a result, Vampa became the perfect location to exile criminals.

The administrators of the galactic prison knew well that tossing a prisoner here was more despairing than any death sentence.

Here, death was not the end, but rather a relief after long, agonizing suffering.

If one were to trace the history, it would be forty-one years ago.

At that time, the King of the Saiyans on Planet Vegeta, King Vegeta, heard a prophecy from a seer that a "Legendary Super Saiyan" would be born.

For the first time, he felt true fear.

He feared that if this infant grew up, he would threaten his throne and even topple the entire Saiyan society.

Thus, he issued an order: exile the newborn, whose combat power already exceeded ten thousand, along with his father Paragus, to Vampa—a death planet from which even demons would recoil.

Forty-one years had passed.

That little warrior who was crying back then was still alive.

No, he could no longer be called "alive."

It would be more accurate to say that he had conquered this place.

At this moment, Vampa was in the heat of its brightest daylight.

The sky was filled with rolling yellow sand, obscuring the sun like a golden tidal wave.

The sun hung overhead like a white-hot iron ball, baking the ground until it scorched.

The air was filled with distorted heat waves, and the horizon shimmered like rippling water.

If you were to stand here, you would see nothing but an endless wasteland.

The ground was split by bottomless black fissures, as if the planet were screaming in silence.

Weathered boulders were scattered across the land, carved by time into monstrous shapes, resembling a pile of kneeling gargoyles.

Occasionally, the skeletons of gargantuan creatures could be seen half-buried in the sand, their pale bones reflecting the blinding light, some still bearing clear tooth marks—the remnants left by even stronger predators.

The temperature here remained above fifty degrees year-round; at high noon, the surface temperature in the low-lying areas could soar to eighty degrees.

The sand was hot enough to fry an egg, and the air one breathed in felt like it was burning the lungs.

An ordinary person without equipment would suffer dehydration and organ failure within an hour, dying as a dried-up husk, only to be slowly buried by the shifting sands, becoming an unremarkable background color in the desert.

In a hell like this, who could possibly survive? It was unthinkable.

But just then—

"BOOM!!!!!"

A fireball of orange-red flame erupted on the distant horizon, reaching a diameter of over a hundred meters.

The shockwave spread like ripples in water, leveling dunes instantly and tossing dozens of tons of rock into the sky like fallen leaves.

Then, a massive figure was blasted away, carving a parabolic arc through the air before slamming violently into a rock mountain three kilometers away.

It was an Armor-Rock Giant Elephant, one of the top apex predators in the Vampa food chain.

It was eighty meters long, covered in a two-meter-thick silicon-based exoskeleton, as hard as the armor of a space battleship.

The six bone spikes on its trunk could pierce through the hull of an interstellar starship.

The ground trembled with every step it took.

Now, however, this behemoth was embedded into the mountainside, its carapace riddled with cracks.

It struggled to rise, a flicker of fear crossing its six scarlet eyes for the very first time.

Because the one who had sent it flying was emerging from the dust.

The sandstorm was forced back by the man's aura, creating a clear, spherical space around him.

His footsteps were light, yet the sand beneath his feet instantly melted into glass with every stride.

His upper body was bare, covered in a crisscross of old and new scars, each one a testament to a life-or-death struggle against the most vicious creatures on this planet.

Dark green hair danced wildly in the hot wind, with green sparks occasionally crackling from the tips.

His build was not bulky, yet every muscle was like tempered alloy, defined to the absolute limit.

Dust and dried blood clung to his skin, only adding to his wild ferocity.

Most terrifying of all were his eyes—his emerald pupils held no emotion, only a bottomless, tranquil depth.

The attack just now, capable of destroying a small city, had been nothing more than a casual flick of the finger to him.

He raised his right hand, slowly clenching his fingers into a fist.

"Hum—"

The air began to shudder.

Sand particles rose against gravity, gathering and compressing in front of his palm.

Energy accumulated with a low roar, the space around it wailing as if it were about to be torn apart.

A green halo seeped from his body, growing brighter and brighter until he transformed into a humanoid green sun.

The Armor-Rock Giant Elephant shrieked in despair, struggling violently until the rocky mountain collapsed under its immense strength, sending rubble raining down like a storm.

It knew what was coming—in the past forty-one years, it had witnessed this scene far too many times.

The giant beasts that had once vied with it for territory, those arrogant predators, had all eventually turned to dust under this very light.

But it could not escape.

It wasn't his gaze that locked onto it, but something more fundamental—intent to kill.

Pure, cold, and absolute, like a law of the universe that defied all resistance.

The man—no, this legendary Super Saiyan—Broly, finally spoke.

His first words in forty-one years were not loud, yet they drowned out the storm, the beast's wails, and even the eternal dirge of this planet.

"I... am hungry."

As the words fell, the energy in his hand erupted.