"Please wait, translating Earth's coordinates into the Saiyan spacecraft's record format..."
"Translation complete..."
"Where would you like to set Kakarot's spacecraft destination?"
Jarvis's voice came one after another, almost without pause, showcasing its incredible processing speed.
"Paozu..."
Taro initially intended to set the destination directly to the deep mountains where Son Gohan lived alone. But after thinking twice, he realized—what if Son Gohan picked up this kid and gave him some ridiculous name like Son Goten, Son Taro, or Son Tonpo? That would be utterly boring.
So, Taro changed his mind. "...Set it to the central mountain of Martial Immortal Island instead."
"Understood. Please wait a moment..."
Jarvis barely finished saying "please wait" before continuing immediately: "On the control panel below the spacecraft window, third row, second button from the left—press it twice..."
Due to the vast distance in space, Jarvis naturally couldn't see Taro's current situation. Instead, it simply followed the Saiyan database's recorded model of Kakarot's spherical spacecraft to give foolproof, step-by-step instructions.
Even if Taro was clueless in this area, he wasn't so dense that he couldn't follow such a hand-held tutorial.
Without even lifting his hand, he used telekinesis to operate the spacecraft, following Jarvis's instructions to set the destination to the central mountain of Martial Immortal Island on Earth. At the same time, Jarvis selected the most optimal navigation route from the Saiyan database.
As Kakarot slept soundly, his brown furry tail curled around him. Meanwhile, the spacecraft's small control panel clicked and clattered as buttons pressed themselves one after another, the glowing lights casting an eerie reflection on Kakarot's chubby baby face.
Arriving at the launch pad, Taro raised his hand toward the tightly sealed metallic dome above. He casually flicked his fingers.
Like something straight out of a martial arts novel, a highly condensed ki blast shot forth instantly, piercing a hole several meters wide through the metallic dome.
Click.
The spherical spacecraft's hatch sealed shut once again...
Saiyan spacecraft surely had some form of childcare program—it would be good if this journey could consume a bit of time. Taro had no intention of bringing the child straight back to Earth. After all, despite scheming over Son Goku for so long, he still had no interest in raising a kid himself.
Letting his wife, Hathaway, take care of a rowdy Kakarot? That was even more out of the question. Even if he was Son Goku, it didn't mean he had that kind of privilege.
Under Jarvis's "hand-held" guidance—hiss—a white energy glow gradually enveloped the spherical spacecraft. At the same time, beneath the specially designed launch pad, a force seemed to be accumulating in preparation for launch.
As he watched the spacecraft soar into the sky, leaving a long white trail behind, Taro shifted his gaze to another part of the sky.
More and more dark specks were gathering over the Saiyan homeworld.
A minority of them were Saiyans. The majority were aliens.
As for their auras? Every single one of them reeked of bloodlust and violence.
A dogfight. No matter who died, they all deserved it in Taro's eyes.
Without a doubt—
Freeza had begun his operation.
The extermination of Planet Vegeta's Saiyan race...
Taro glanced once at the departing spacecraft carrying Kakarot, then at the sky above. Further beyond, in the depths of space, he could distinctly sense an immense, sinister energy rapidly building up.
It was Freeza's final attack.
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"Kaka... Kakarot!!"
The Saiyan warrior, whose appearance was identical to the name he called out, was ultimately engulfed by the unstoppable energy. Yet, amidst the extreme heat waves, he smiled as golden warriors and a purple demon clashed in his vision once again.
Super Saiyan… Kakarot.
You must avenge me, avenge our people…
I leave it to you.
As his consciousness faded, Bardock had no way of knowing…
Had it not been for Taro's unexpected interference, his carefully arranged plan to send his son, Kakarot, away would have failed—Freeza's forces had intercepted the pod before it could escape.
Boom—
A silent yet colossal explosion erased everything from sight.
As Planet Vegeta met its end, the soldiers floating outside the spaceship's hatch burst into laughter. The sight was breathtaking—utterly mesmerizing. But what truly delighted Dodoria was the thought of that worthless little monkey, Prince Vegeta, learning that his homeworld and entire race had been obliterated. That reaction alone would be worth savoring.
Like a swarm of locusts, Freeza's army had returned just in time to witness their leader's final strike. They hovered outside the spaceship, suspended in the vast darkness of space.
Of course, not everyone had made it back in time. But Freeza had no interest in waiting.
The dark purple energy sphere gathered at his fingertip and, in an instant, expanded into a massive supercharged orb. With a mere flick of his finger, the attack—imbued with the full might of his third form—descended upon Planet Vegeta.
A silent inferno of destruction erupted, consuming everything.
Tens of thousands—perhaps millions—perished in that quiet, cataclysmic explosion.
Bugs, bears, tigers, monkeys… the righteous, the wicked, those who deserved to die, and those who didn't—all were wiped out.
Reduced to cosmic dust.
These grand extinctions had played out countless times across the universe since time immemorial.
Merely months ago, a single casual flick of Destruction Energy from Beerus had annihilated far more worlds than this.
Freeza, expressionless and detached, floated outside the spaceship's hatch, gazing upon his masterpiece.
For him, surviving in the vacuum of space was second nature.
In fact, many species across the universe possessed the ability to endure short-term exposure to space. However, few races could maintain peak combat effectiveness in such an environment like the Frost Demon Clan. The soldiers floating outside the spaceship were all capable of surviving in space for limited durations.
Clenching his cold, mechanical right hand, Freeza reveled in the intoxicating sensation of absolute power within his grasp.
"Lord Freeza! Lord Freeza!"
A voice rang out as an aged alien hurriedly emerged from the spaceship.
Freeza recognized him as one of his most valuable researchers. Even a galactic emperor like him wouldn't recklessly eliminate such an asset.
Despite the flicker of excitement in his heart, Freeza maintained his usual composed demeanor and asked indifferently, "Oh? Where did the target appear?"