Vast starry sky, boundless universe.
Soya's spaceship sped through this starry sky.
Then, Soya unhurriedly arrived at the control panel, his hands swiftly operating the controls.
"Whoosh."
The spaceship turned midway, then flew again towards the direction of Planet Vegeta.
After that, Soya quickly swapped with Broly.
Anyway, for Broly, as long as he had mineral water to drink in his hand, it didn't matter where he was.
Sure enough, after Broly arrived on the spaceship, he first looked left and right, looked at the mineral water bottle in his hand, then hugged the mineral water and drank happily.
As for where the spaceship was going, it was utterly unimportant to Broly.
"Ding ling ling. Ding ling ling. Ding ling ling."
Right at this moment, the communicator on the spaceship suddenly rang.
Broly looked up at the communicator hanging on the wall, jumped up high to reach it, took it down, and held it in his hands to examine.
The communicator continued ringing incessantly.
Broly studied it for a long time but couldn't figure out how to answer, so he directly crushed it to pieces.
...
Planet Vegeta, The Palace.
"Your Majesty, Nappa's communication system has been cut off." A subordinate immediately reported to King Vegeta.
"What is his current position. Is he already very close to Frieza's side." King Vegeta inquired.
"He just changed direction and is flying back towards Planet Vegeta again." The subordinate answered.
"What exactly does this guy want to do." King Vegeta frowned slightly, feeling somewhat displeased.
The subordinate didn't know how to answer this question either.
"This guy ignores this king's royal decree. If he wants to come back, let him come back. Execute him after he returns." King Vegeta snorted, tightly clenched his fists, his face livid with anger.
...
At this very moment, Soya was walking on the streets of Planet Vegeta, smiling brilliantly.
There weren't many people on the streets, scattered about, each busy with their own things. Occasionally, a few greeted each other when they met, but not many.
Soya waved back at the clansmen who greeted him, his face still wearing a smile.
Then, Soya unhurriedly extended his senses, mainly to check how many people were on this planet in total.
With this sensing, Soya easily calculated that there were indeed 100,000 people on the entire planet.
Although it couldn't compare to Earth, it was far more than the number of people at the World Martial Arts Tournament.
Among these 100,000 people, Saiyans only made up a small portion, merely a few thousand.
After all, Saiyans were a warrior race, constantly fighting wars abroad, with high casualties.
100,000 people.
Each providing 1000 points of Negative emotional value would yield 100 million.
Of course, if using methods like those at the World Martial Arts Tournament, or the being a king, each person wouldn't only contribute 1000 points of Negative emotional value. Some people would keep refreshing it.
Then the yield wouldn't be just 100 million, it could be several hundred million.
"Eh. Isn't this Soya."
Just as Soya was thinking about how to get more Negative emotional value, he heard a rather unfriendly voice sound from nearby.
Soya turned his head and saw a bulky young Saiyan.
This person was named Harth, also an elite warrior, two years older than Soya.
When they were young, Soya was often bullied by him.
Nowadays, Harth's combat power had reached a height of 5000.
After the voice fell, Harth appeared in front of Soya with two underlings, looking at him with a smirk, showing a malicious grin.
"Soya, it really is you. Weren't you following Prince Vegeta to Planet of 10,000 Beasts. When did you come back." Harth asked with great interest.
"Just came back." Soya replied.
"Just came back. Your luck is really good. Prince Vegeta actually agreed to team up with you." Harth's smile widened as he moved to pat Soya's shoulder.
Soya took a step back, avoiding Harth's large hand.
"You. How dare you dodge."
"Kid, Harth patting you is giving you face. How dare you step back."
Before Harth could get angry, the two underlings behind him couldn't stand it anymore.
"Harth, let's teach him a lesson." One underling suggested.
"I think so too." The other underling excitedly rubbed his hands.
"Alright alright. But go easy, don't beat him to death." Harth smiled and nodded, "It's no fun if he dies. Keeping him around to play with slowly is more enjoyable."
"Don't worry." The underling grinned, smiling very brightly.
Soya didn't bother being polite, directly slapping out.
"Smack."
The two underlings who charged over were directly slapped deep into the ground by Soya, one slap each, leaving only their heads exposed above the surface.
Harth was a bit dazed, unable to regain his senses for a long time. He rubbed his eyes, thinking he had seen wrong.
The two underlings were completely terrified, their eyes wide open.
What happened.
How did we get slapped into the ground by him.
His combat power is less than 1000.
"Negative emotional value from Brute +999."
"Negative emotional value from Cashew +999."
"Negative emotional value from Harth +666."
"Hey, Soya."
Right at this moment, Raditz swiftly flew over from the distance, appearing excitedly beside Soya.
"Soya, why are you here." Raditz asked strangely, then looked at the two heads on the ground and couldn't help scratching his head.
"Raditz, what did you eat for lunch today." Soya turned to look at Raditz.
"What I ate." Raditz was a bit confused by Soya.
Why suddenly ask such a question.
"Just answer my question." Soya smiled slightly.
"Didn't I eat a lot of chili peppers. And let me tell you Soya, that thing called chili pepper is really intense." Raditz still relished the memory, smacking his lips repeatedly.
"Mhmm mhmm mhmm." Soya nodded vigorously.
"You... you mean... there are two urinals here." Raditz's eyes shifted, immediately looking at the two clansmen with only their heads above ground.
Soya patted Raditz's shoulder, feeling that this kid really knew what was up.
"Not two, clearly three." Soya shook his head.
Raditz instantly understood, immediately placed his left hand on his hip, pointed his right hand at Harth, and barked like a fox borrowing the tiger's might, "Hey, you're called Harth, right. Quickly and obediently go down and be a urinal."
Harth's face instantly turned extremely grim, and he pressed the button on his scouter.
"Not bad, Raditz, combat power 1400." Harth sneered coldly, "It really is impressive. But, do you know what my combat power is 5000."
"How much." Raditz was startled, asking.
Harth unhurriedly extended five fingers.
"You... what did you say. Your combat power is 5000." Raditz's mouth twitched violently, and he hastily ducked behind Soya.
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