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Planet Vegeta had turned to dust, scattered across the stars.
The explosion was brilliant—dazzling, even—but it lasted only a heartbeat.
When the light faded, Frieza's ship drifted away from the shattered remains, his subordinates following in formation.
To him, it was nothing worth mentioning.
One day later
On a ruined world called Ramp.
Smoke still rose from the ashes. The stench of burning flesh and iron filled the air, making it hard to breathe.Everywhere you looked—collapsed walls, twisted metal, mountains of corpses.
There was no doubt who had done this.
The Vegeta Squad.
Led by Prince Vegeta himself, with Nappa, Raditz, and the others, they had spent a full month exterminating every living thing on Ramp, claiming the planet in the name of the Saiyans.
Now, amid the rubble, the squad rested in one of the few clearings left intact.
They sat around a fire, roasting the meat of some local beast to stave off hunger.
Then—
Beep, beep, beep, beep—
Their scouters lit up all at once, flashing with an incoming transmission from Frieza's forces.
Nappa checked his first—and his eyes went wide.
"What the—! Prince Vegeta!" he blurted, almost choking on the words. "A message from Frieza's command—it says Planet Vegeta… it exploded! A massive meteor impact wiped it out a day ago! Almost every Saiyan's dead! Besides us, there might not be anyone left alive!"
He ran to Vegeta, panic in his voice.
Over the past month, Vegeta's strength had skyrocketed. The endless fighting had dragged every ounce of potential out of him—his power level had already surpassed four thousand, pushing close to five.
But when he heard Nappa's report, he didn't flinch. He just tore another bite from his meat, expression cold and unreadable.
"Hmph. So it's gone. What of it?" he said flatly. "As long as we're still breathing, the Saiyan race isn't dead."
The others stared at him in shock.
His calm—his indifference—was terrifying.
Just days ago, when three of their teammates died in battle, Vegeta hadn't even blinked, dismissing them as weaklings unworthy of pity. Now even the destruction of their homeworld didn't seem to move him.
Monstrous. That was the only word that came to their minds.
Even Broly—the elite warrior who once served as royal guard to King Vegeta himself—felt a chill down his spine.
That coldness, that cruelty… it was exactly like the king's. He couldn't deny it—the prince was his father's son in every possible way.
No one dared speak after that. They ate in silence, each lost in thought.
Without Planet Vegeta, they had no home, no anchor. The Saiyans were now a race without a world.
The others whispered among themselves, trying to figure out what to do next.
Vegeta didn't join in. He didn't even look up.
A meteor strike? What a joke.Something that "coincidental" didn't just happen without reason.
And even if a meteor had been on course for the planet, they could've blown it to dust before it ever touched the surface.
No—there was more to it. He didn't know what the truth was yet, but one thing was clear: Frieza's message couldn't be trusted.
Still, with their planet gone, they had no resources, no base, and no real power.
After a long, silent moment, Vegeta made up his mind.
Even if Frieza was the enemy.Even if the destruction of Planet Vegeta and the near-extinction of their race was all part of his scheme—
For now, Vegeta would have to endure it.Bide his time.Grow stronger.
A short distance away, Raditz sat apart from the others, staring blankly into the ashes.
How could this happen?Planet Vegeta… gone? Father… Mother… Harry… Celari… and Kakarot… all of them…
He didn't want to believe it.
But he had tried calling—again and again—and all he got was static.No signal. No response.
His family was gone. All of them.
It had all happened too fast for him to even process.
Then a thought struck him.
Wait… two months ago, Mom said Kakarot was sent to a planet called Earth. Could it be… Father and Mother already suspected something?
This wasn't an accident—it was a setup. A plan.
And Harry… he must've left Planet Vegeta before it happened too.
The more he thought about it, the clearer it became.
Maybe it was instinct.Or maybe it was because of everything Harry had taught him over the years—how to think, how to doubt, how to see.
Raditz looked toward Vegeta, then to Nappa, Broly, and Dariasu.
He opened his mouth—then closed it again.
Some things were better left unsaid.
He wasn't stupid. He knew they were walking a fine line now, and without allies or protection, one wrong word could get him killed—just like the other two upper-class Saiyans who'd been "disposed of" recently.
So he stayed quiet.
Low profile. Invisible.
It was the only way to survive.
Another day passed.
Planet Oyun.
For the past few days, Harry had been exploring the planet with Gine and Celari, covering nearly every region of the world.
They now had a good grasp of its terrain and ecosystems.
Their exploration had three goals:
First—to locate more Bloodfruit Trees.Second—to find the native Oyun people.And third—to see if this world held any unique powers or beings worth noting.
After three days, the results were… underwhelming.No more Bloodfruit Trees, and nothing particularly valuable or dangerous.
As for the Oyun people—they'd finally met them.
Just as Harry had predicted, they didn't live in the forests.
That's why they hadn't run into any before.
The Oyuns were humanoid, but large—almost mermaid-like, with gills that allowed them to breathe underwater.
The intel they'd had before was half wrong at best; it looked like someone had just made it up.
But the Oyuns weren't hostile.
Harry, Gine, and Celari quickly befriended them.
No invasion, no domination—just peaceful coexistence.
The Oyun were kind and intelligent, though their civilization was still primitive. Harry believed that, given enough time—or perhaps a little help from advanced technology—they could evolve into a truly advanced species.
Of course, progress never came without struggle. Every race had to endure chaos and pain before rising. One wrong turn, and the Oyuns might disappear, just another forgotten name in the galaxy's long history.
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