"Could it be... are you the legendary Super Saiyan?" King Vegeta suddenly realized something, his expression stunned, his eyes wide.
"I am not." Soya shook his head decisively.
King Vegeta: "????"
The four ministers: "????"
Bardock: "????"
The group was increasingly bewildered.
His combat power has reached the height of 20 million, and you say you are not the legendary Super Saiyan?
"He is the legendary Super Saiyan." Soya pointed at Broly.
Everyone present focused their gaze on Broly, each feeling both confused and shocked.
This little kid is the legendary Super Saiyan?
Bardock was also slightly stunned, feeling somewhat unable to make sense of it.
This child named Broly has a combat power of just over 10,000, how could he be the legendary Super Saiyan?
"Who is he?" King Vegeta frowned slightly, feeling the child looked somewhat familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.
"Broly." Soya smiled. "You should know him, right?"
"What? Broly?" King Vegeta's eye twitched violently. Of course he knew Broly.
Years ago, King Vegeta exiled Broly to the remote Planet Vampa precisely because Broly's combat power was too high, fearing it would affect the prince's throne.
It's only been a few years... how did this kid come back?
Broly completely ignored King Vegeta, still hugging his Sprite bottle and drinking nonstop.
Soon, the large bottle of Sprite was completely finished by Broly, who was tilting his head back to pour the last few drops into his mouth.
After finishing, Broly blinked, turned his head, and looked at Soya.
Soya readily took out a bottle of mineral water and tossed it to Broly.
Broly happily opened it and took a sip, immediately feeling a little disappointed, as if he hadn't won a prize in a lottery.
"Just to moisten your throat first." Soya smiled.
Broly suddenly understood, his eyes sparkling, and he happily drank from the mineral water bottle.
"Have you made up your mind? Hurry up and abdicate. I've said all that needs to be said, do I need to add anything more?" Soya was getting impatient. As he spoke, energy surged wildly from his body, a powerful pressure directly bearing down on King Vegeta and the four ministers.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
Immediately, King Vegeta and the four ministers fell flat on the ground, pressed down by this pressure, unable to straighten up.
At this point, King Vegeta and the others finally understood that Soya probably wasn't lying.
Just through simple energy pressure, he can make us all unable to move?
"I... I agree... I agree to step down and yield the throne to you!" King Vegeta gritted his teeth and said quickly.
His combat power is so high, if I don't abdicate, he'll beat me to death.
But I don't know how this kid's combat power increased so much...
When you left for the Planet of 10,000 Beasts, your combat power wasn't this high.
How did it increase to such a level in just over a month?
Hearing King Vegeta's words, Soya's expression softened slightly, and he withdrew the pressure.
King Vegeta and the four ministers finally felt relieved and immediately climbed up from the ground.
Bardock: "..."
Bardock fell completely silent.
Wait... you called me here just to watch how you ascend to the throne?
Do you need me to pay special attention to this kind of thing?
"Organize a live broadcast or something, I want you to announce this matter in front of everyone on Planet Vegeta. Any objections?" Soya asked, looking at King Vegeta.
"No... Of course no objections!" King Vegeta immediately nodded in agreement.
If he had any objections, King Vegeta felt he would die in a very rhythmic manner.
Someone with a combat power of 20 million, wanting to kill a king with combat power less than 15,000, could probably kill him just by farting.
...
10 minutes later.
On the detector channels of everyone on Planet Vegeta, as well as home communication devices, the sound of King Vegeta abdicating the throne began to be broadcast.
"Fellow citizens, I am the king of the Saiyans, Vegeta III. Today, before all citizens, I announce a very important matter. We Saiyans respect the strong as supreme. Hereby, I announce my abdication and yield the throne to Soya!" King Vegeta spoke incessantly, delivering his final king's speech.
Many Saiyan citizens were somewhat dumbfounded upon hearing this news.
Those Saiyans who knew Soya were even more unable to process it.
Soya?
Did we hear correctly?
King Vegeta is yielding the throne to Soya?
Isn't Soya a low-class warrior?
What qualifications does he have to become the king of Planet Vegeta!
"Hello everyone, I am Soya, your new king." Soya's voice rang out across the planet. He cleared his throat and continued, "That's right, those who know me are aware, I am the one you call the combat trash! My combat power at birth was only 5, you're not mistaken!"
As soon as these words were spoken, both those who knew Soya and those who didn't provided Soya with a large amount of negative emotional value.
Soon, Soya's negative emotional value had accumulated to the height of 50 million.
This 50 million plus, of course, included those provided earlier by Harth and the others.
After all, the negative emotional value list from Harth and the other two was practically refreshing nonstop.
...
Vast starry sky, boundless universe.
Frieza's spaceship was speeding rapidly towards Planet Vegeta.
Frieza stood by the spaceship window, his cold gaze fixed on the stars in the universe, the hatred in his eyes continuously increasing.
Little monkey Vegeta, I will soon destroy your home planet!
You think you can play tricks with me!
You think you can escape?
I will find you someday!
I will let you know the consequences of provoking me, Frieza!
Frieza was full of hatred, clenching his fists tightly, his face pale with anger.
"How much longer until we reach Planet Vegeta?" Frieza turned to ask his subordinate Berryblue beside him.
"Lord Frieza, please wait patiently, the ship is accelerating with nitrogen... Estimated time of arrival at Planet Vegeta is a little over an hour." Berryblue hurriedly replied respectfully.
"One hour?" Frieza's lips curled into a faint smile, his grin growing wider. "That is to say, in one hour, all the Saiyans will be dead, right?"
"Yes, Lord Frieza." Berryblue bowed again.
"Wohohoho!" Frieza let out strange laughs, then ordered Berryblue, "Remember to record the video footage!"
Just as he was speaking, a subordinate cautiously entered from outside, approached, and knelt in salute.
"What is it?" Frieza asked.
"Lord Frieza, a coup has occurred on Planet Vegeta. The new king is currently giving a speech!" the subordinate immediately reported.
Frieza: "????"
Frieza was momentarily confused.
A coup on Planet Vegeta?
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