Inside the spaceship that has just launched.
Merus's fingers dug deep into Majin Buu's flesh.
"Wake up! Mr. Buu, wake up!"
He shook Majin Buu's shoulder forcefully.
A deafening snore echoed in the cramped cabin. Buu rolled over, the pink bubbles on his nose bobbing up and down, showing no sign of opening his eyes.
Merus increased the pressure on his hand.
Buu mumbled something incomprehensible in his sleep and waved his large hand.
Buu simply shoved Merus aside, rolled over, and continued to sleep soundly, sprawled out on his back.
Merus rubbed his wrist.
He, a dignified elite Galactic Patrol, was utterly helpless against this lump of pink fat.
Turles leaned against the metal bulkhead.
He tossed a Hoi-Poi Capsule in his hand, watching Merus's comically helpless expression.
"Don't waste your energy." Turles tugged at his collar. "I told you, this guy's in a deep self-protective dormancy phase right now."
Merus turned to look at the rapidly receding starry sky outside the porthole.
" Moro has been free for some time now," Merus said gravely. "Every day he remains free means another lifeless star will be drained from the universe. We must find him as soon as possible."
Turles remained noncommittal.
Just then...
"Beep beep beep--!"
The Galactic Patrol's special communicator on Merus' wrist suddenly lit up with a blinding red light.
The urgent alarm instantly drowned out Buu's snoring.
Merus' expression changed.
He quickly raised his wrist and tapped the holographic screen of the communicator.
Rows of complex encrypted codes scrolled rapidly across the screen.
Merus ' fingers tapped rapidly on the virtual keyboard to decode.
"Found it!"
Merus suddenly raised his head, his voice filled with barely concealed excitement.
"Headquarters has sent a top-level message: Moro's whereabouts have been successfully located!"
Turles raised an eyebrow.
He straightened up, walked over to Merus, and glanced at the coordinates on the screen.
"Oh? You found that old guy?"
Turles' tone revealed a hint of surprise.
"That's surprising. I thought my unit would find him first."
Merus rapidly operated the control panel. " Moro is very cunning; he's been using abandoned star systems for short jumps to avoid major airway monitoring. However, this time his target is very clear, exposing his whereabouts."
Turles twisted his neck.
The cervical spine emitted a crisp, grinding sound.
He crossed his arms, and the warlike Saiyan blood within him began to boil.
"Now that we've found it, things are much easier."
Turles flexed his wrist.
"How about I go and meet him?"
Merus looked at Turles, who was full of fighting spirit.
He was well aware of Turles ' strength.
"Of course." Merus nodded solemnly. "Mr. Buu won't wake up. Right now, looking at the entire universe, I'm afraid only you can stop Moro."
Turles didn't waste any words and went straight to the driver's seat.
A dazzling blue plume of flame shot from the tail of the spacecraft.
The immense thrust tore through the space ahead, and the spaceship instantly transformed into a streak of light, being dragged at top speed towards the coordinates sent by the Galactic Patrol!
On the other side of the starry sea.
New Namek
This green planet floats quietly in space.
A gentle breeze rippled across the clear lake.
Large swaths of leaves swayed in the gentle breeze, exuding vibrant life.
An elderly Namekian walked along the ridges of the field, patiently instructing the young man.
The young Namekian wiped the sweat from his brow.
He raised his head and looked up at the azure sky.
"Elder, the weather is so nice today."
The Namekian also raised his head, a gentle smile on his face.
Outside the atmosphere.
A massive, black flagship approached silently.
The main ship's hull was covered with jagged spikes that gleamed with a cold metallic luster under the starlight.
Inside the main ship's control room.
Moro stood in front of the huge porthole.
Staring down at that vibrant green planet.
"Oh dear..."
Moro let out a chilling chuckle.
"Such vigorous vitality."
"The energy contained in this planet is probably no less than that of that blue Earth."
Moro took a deep breath.
For the past five years, he could only secretly devour those marginal, desolate planets.
The low-quality energy was simply not enough to restore him to his peak condition from ancient times.
If he obtains the Dragon Ball and makes a wish, he can completely get rid of this aging body.
"Looks like I'll get a good meal after getting the Dragon Ball."
Saganbo, who was standing behind Moro, stepped forward.
His massive body exuded an aura of oppression, his muscles taut.
Saganbo bowed his head slightly.
" Moro."
He grinned, revealing a cruel smile.
"Collecting the Dragon Ball is a small matter; let us take care of it for you!"
Saganbo was eager to prove his worth.
He had been imprisoned in the Galactic Prison for too long, and the tyranny in his bones desperately needed an outlet.
Those weak Namekian below are perfect warm-up toys.
Seven-Three to the side, also stood by expressionlessly.
Moro turned around.
He waved his hand dismissively, directly refusing Saganbo's request.
"No."
Moro grinned, revealing an extremely cruel smile.
"Such interesting things are best left to me to do myself."
Saganbo was taken aback.
He dared not disobey Moro's will and quickly took a half step back.
Moro turned his head back and stared at the planet's surface outside the porthole.
"I can't wait to personally savor the taste of their desperate lives."
Moro's shrunken chest heaved violently.
The fear, cries, and struggles of those vulnerable lives facing death were the finest seasoning for him.
He wanted to personally descend upon this planet and watch those green-skinned aliens wither and die in despair.
Moro turned his head and looked at Saganbo.
A calculating glint flashed in his cloudy eyes.
As for you...
Moro lowered his voice.
"I have something else, something more important, for you to do."
Saganbo immediately stood up straight and pricked up his ears.
Moro raised his chin slightly.
"The more delicious food, the better."
He turned to look at Seven-Three stood to the side with a blank expression.
"Be prepared. You and Saganbo might need your help at any time..."
Saganbo clenched his fist.
The joints were cracking.
He bowed his head to accept the order, a bloodthirsty excitement gleaming in his eyes.
Seven-Three did not reply.
He simply raised his arm.
A faint blue light shone from my fingertips.
The space ahead began to distort violently.
A piercing tearing sound echoed in the control room.
A massive spatial wormhole slowly opened.
Unstable arcs of energy flickered at the edge of the wormhole.
On the other end, the verdant land and clear lakes of New Namek are clearly reflected.
Moro did not hesitate at all.
With arms crossed over his chest, an expectant look on his face, and a smile, he stepped straight into the wormhole.