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Inside the palace – Celia and Aimo
"I know, Mother. The Kayo Alliance has already been dealt with, and the Steno Galaxy is now under Saiyan control. So, I'll stay on Planet Sadala for a while."
Aimo paused, lowering his head a little.
"But… it's still too early to be talking about having children. I…"
He couldn't bring himself to argue directly with his mother, so he softened his words instead.
Celia smiled, satisfied with his answer. In her eyes, as long as Aimo stayed on Planet Sadala, sooner or later he'd understand his role.
He wasn't just any Saiyan. He was the prince—strong, smart, and good-looking. The most outstanding of his generation. Plenty of Saiyan women already had their eyes on him. Even if Aimo resisted, she knew it was only a matter of time.
"Aimo, Mother won't force you. But don't forget who you are. You're the King's son. You're the prince. One day, you'll be King of the Saiyans."
Her tone turned firm.
"Some things aren't about whether you want to or not—they're about what you must do. You've done well these past years. Your father has seen your strength and courage. But you must go even further. You must earn his full approval."
She touched his shoulder, her gaze softening.
"And remember—you have a younger sister. She hasn't been on Sadala these years, but she's out there. Your father visits her from time to time. She's still family."
Her words revealed a mother's heart—always thinking about her children, always worrying about their future.
Aimo's eyes flickered, as if he wanted to say more, but he answered calmly,
"I understand, Mother."
Celia gently caressed his face.
"As long as you understand, that's enough. Just remember—strengthening the royal family isn't only about blood. It's also about keeping the Saiyan people stable. For your future, for—"
"Mother," Aimo interrupted, his tone firm but respectful. "I already know what you're going to say. Let's not keep talking about this. By the way, when I fought in the Steno Galaxy, I brought back a lot of treasures…"
"Oh?" Celia's eyes lit up. "Then show me. I want to see them."
The subject shifted, and the two began talking about lighter things.
Bardock knew about these conversations, of course. He didn't stop them. In fact, he allowed it.
As King, he believed ambition was necessary. If Aimo couldn't learn to think about power, responsibility, and the future, then he wasn't worthy to be Bardock's son.
That's why Bardock let Celia guide him in her own way. It was part of Aimo's growth.
After all, Bardock couldn't be King forever. Nor could he remain tied to Planet Sadala for all time.
Two hours later – Inside the palace
Ress returned from his mission, walking quickly through the hall. Bardock immediately knew he carried important information.
"King," Ress reported, kneeling. "I've verified the coordinates you gave me. The galaxy is very far away, but according to our database and intel from other forces, it's known as the Sisol Galaxy."
"The Sisol Galaxy?" Bardock narrowed his eyes. "How far is it? How long would it take to reach with our fastest space vessels?"
Ress handed over a datapad with the details. The report included star charts, information on living planets, and even a few advanced civilizations. But Bardock wanted one answer above all.
"If we use our current Saiyan ships," Ress explained, "a one-way trip will take three to five months."
"Three to five?" Bardock frowned. "Why such a big gap?"
"Three months is the absolute fastest," Ress said seriously. "But only if the journey goes perfectly. In reality… the path is full of unstable zones. Navigation won't be smooth. That's why five months is more realistic."
Bardock crossed his arms. "I see."
The Sisol Galaxy was surrounded by strange nebulae—dense, unstable, like a maze. Dangerous. That explained why Namek had been hidden all this time. It was easy to leave, but entering was nearly impossible.
Without the encounter with that Namekian warrior, Bardock might never have even learned this galaxy existed—not for decades, maybe longer.
"You've done well, Ress." Bardock's voice was steady. "From here on, this stays between us. No one else can know. And… I have another task for you."
Ress bowed his head deeply.
"It is my honor to serve, my King. I will not fail you."
Bardock gave his orders, then watched Ress leave.
When it came to loyalty and competence, Ress had never once let him down.
Three Days Later – Saiyan Royal Palace
Time passes fast when you're waiting.
In the blink of an eye, three days were gone.
Inside the great hall of Planet Sadala's royal palace, Aimo stood alone.
He had arrived early that morning—summoned by his father, Bardock, the King of Saiyans.
But something felt strange.
The order had come suddenly, without warning.
Why was his father calling him now?
"Father isn't here yet… or maybe…" Aimo muttered, pacing back and forth.
The hall was massive, with tall golden pillars and enough space to hold an army. There were chairs and tables scattered around, but Aimo didn't sit. His father told him to come—so he would wait.
Minutes ticked by.
Ten minutes passed, and still nothing.
Anxiety gnawed at him. His eyes drifted toward the throne—the seat of absolute Saiyan power.
For just a moment, he imagined himself sitting there.
Ruling the entire Saiyan race.
Commanding them all as their king.
But the thought made him tense. He shook it off, forcing himself back to normal.
That's when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"!!"
Cold sweat broke out across his skin. He froze, heart racing. It was as if his secret thoughts had been caught red-handed.
"F-Father…"
Behind him, Bardock stood, smirking. He had been there the whole time, watching silently.
He was pleased. His son was nervous, yes—but he also had ambition.
"What's wrong, Aimo?" Bardock said, his voice calm but heavy. "You want that seat, don't you? You want to sit on the throne?"
Aimo's face went pale. "I… I-I wasn't—"
"Don't lie," Bardock cut him off. His sharp gaze pierced into his son. "If you can't even admit what's in your heart, then you'll never be fit to rule."
Aimo stumbled, almost dropping to his knees. But something invisible stopped him—he couldn't kneel. His father wouldn't allow it.
"Father…"
Bardock's tone softened slightly. "You're my son. There's no need to hide from me. If you don't even have the courage to want that throne, then you're not worthy of being my heir."
He stepped forward, patted Aimo's shoulder again, and spoke clearly:
"Aimo… from today on, you're going to sit on that throne."
"What?!" Aimo's eyes widened. "Father, you're… leaving?!"
"That's right," Bardock said with a short laugh. "I'll be away from Planet Sadala for a while. While I'm gone, you'll take charge of the Saiyan people. Think of it as training. One day, that throne will be yours for real."
Aimo's heart pounded. "Me… rule in your place? But… can I really do it?"
"Don't be afraid," Bardock said firmly. "This is your chance. Being king isn't just about power—it's about responsibility. You'll learn what it means soon enough."
Aimo lowered his head, thinking hard. He could feel his father's expectations pressing down on him. Finally, he clenched his fists and nodded.
"…Alright. I'll do it."
Bardock smirked. "Good. That's the spirit."
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
In an instant, three figures stepped out from the shadows of the hall.
They were Bardock's most trusted warriors—each one a Super Saiyan in their own right.
"Kano. Ace. Quill."
Aimo's eyes widened. "Them?!"
Bardock nodded. "They'll support you while I'm gone. With their strength, no one will dare shake your rule. But remember, Aimo—this is your trial. In the end, you must stand as king on your own."
The weight of Bardock's words filled the hall.
The trial of a Saiyan prince had begun.