Three months had passed. Bardock hadn't been saving any money that Vaske left him; instead, he focused on improving the villa. One major change was expanding space for his wolves, who were growing in number now that overpopulation and predators were no longer a concern.
Bardock knew he didn't have much time to enjoy peace. His clock was ticking — he had roughly six more years, or he would die. To prepare, he bought alien slaves and settled them in the villa. Their role was to care for the wolves. Bardock didn't trust Saiyans and their egos; even a single Saiyan swayed by money or pride could cause disaster for him and his brother.
While managing the villa, he also waited for his next mission. Oddly, there were delays in assignment — an unusual occurrence, as there were always worlds to conquer, especially for the Saiyan race, the left hand of King Cold. Bardock didn't believe in coincidences. He considered who might benefit from delaying his mission. First, he suspected the Queen. Then Blaze Riders. Finally, perhaps someone opposed to his brother. There were no concrete leads, but he trusted Vaske to uncover the details upon his return.
After ten days, Bardock received the message: his mission had been assigned. The planet was called Bursa, home to the Burasadins. Their strongest warriors had a power level of roughly 14,000. Civilization was still tribal, without technology capable of threatening stronger beings. There was no moon. Gravity was 1.2 times that of Planet Vegeta. The voyage would take 2.5 months.
Bardock smiled. Compared to his previous assignments, this mission would be much simpler. The only minor issues were the lack of a moon and the travel time, but with his current battle power of 13,960, he could handle the planet — though the Burasadins might still pose a challenge. Saiyan traits gave him an advantage; even small differences in numbers could become massive with proper strategy and transformations.
Upon receiving all details, Bardock began preparing for departure. He had three days to ready himself. He purchased everything he needed, including massive quantities of food for his pack. The costliest acquisition was a knife, identical to the one his brother had bought him, forged from the perfect metal of the universe. It cost a staggering 1.2 million credits, but it had no weaknesses and allowed a clean flow of ki, enabling combat against beings far stronger than himself.
Meanwhile, Vaske was on the other side of the universe. He had already left his pod and begun his usual routine during journeys: finding a suitable location for a temporary base. His travel training had been effective, but his ambitions extended far beyond establishing a base. He needed to acclimate to his new strength and prepare for the challenges ahead.
Vaske planned to clear the planet within two days, leaving the remaining time for intensive training over three months. He was cautious — lingering too long could raise suspicion. Vegeta and saiyans weren't his concern; Cold Forces were. If they discovered his strenght and his quick raise, everything he had built could be destroyed.
He flew across the surface, testing his new strength. Soon, he began eliminating unnamed creatures on the planet. In Saiyan eyes, these beings didn't even deserve names — their race was consumed by gluttony and lust. He quickly dispatched the strongest warriors, leaving only civilians alive. Vaske didn't stop the killings because he needed mystic energy to advance his training. He didn't gain much, but it was more that enought from civilians. Eventually, the planet was cleared of threats, and he could finally focus on his own growth.
He began training in earnest. First, he transformed into Oozaru. At first, he tried to suppress his primal instincts, but the effort failed. He detransformed, returning to his base form, and had to wait eight hours before attempting again.
During this time, he reflected on his progress with the Oozaru form while he was with his squad. Some of them had already mastered Blood Recall, giving him hints and guidance. With their advice, he refined his technique. Now, without sacrificing his own blood, he could reach a 1.8× multiplier. With blood sacrifice, it soared to 5.5×.
After completing the session, he reverted to base form and rested. He didn't use Blood Recall this time, letting his body recover from the intense strain.
Vaske was cautious but confident. With every step, every moment of training, he inched closer to mastering techniques that even Kronah hadn't tought about. He was building a technique that no saiyan, wouldn't want to know.
Every day, Vaske trained to compress his Oozaru form into the Ikari state, but two months passed without success. His progress was frustrating. While resting one day, a realization struck him — there was a technique he had overlooked, one that could help him in missions without a natural moon. It could be the difference between life and death. Time was limited; he had only one month to master it.
Instantly, he abandoned his Oozaru training and devoted himself entirely to creating what he would later call the Fake Moon technique.
First, he flew toward the natural moon of this planet to feel how Blutz Waves worked. He didn't use his eyes while approaching it — he knew that vision triggered his transformation into Oozaru. This indicated that the eyes were a key organ for absorbing Zeno units, the measure of Blutz Wave energy.
Once on the moon, he began meditating, focusing on the subtle currents of energy that touched the ki sphere surrounding him. At first, the weak lunar atmosphere made breathing difficult, and he was forced to return to the planet to rest. But with each trip, he expanded his ki sphere, capturing larger amounts of oxygen and extending his time on the moon.
Vaske repeated this cycle for fifteen days, gradually improving his awareness and sensitivity to Blutz energy. He observed how the waves interacted with his ki, how small adjustments affected absorption, and how his body responded to lunar energy.
After gathering sufficient data, he returned to the planet and attempted to change his ki frequency to match the moon's. His first attempts failed. He continued traveling back and forth, adjusting his ki and studying the differences between his energy and that of the moon. These experiments were draining, and he had to limit his time on the lunar surface to conserve strength.
Ten more days passed before Vaske managed to partially transform his ki into a form similar to lunar energy. It was a breakthrough, though still incomplete. His body responded to the new frequency, but stability remained a problem. He continued refining the process, carefully adjusting the flow and resonance of his ki.
As the second month of focused training ended, he realized the core problem: moon energy was stable because the moon itself was a massive, solid body created by the power of the Kais. His ki, by contrast, was free-floating, untethered. To mimic the moon, he would have to anchor and stabilize his energy — a process requiring precise control and constant adjustment.
By the start of the third month, Vaske had devised a solution. He first gathered a larger mass of ki, then slowly began converting the edges of the sphere into energy resembling the moon's. This process transformed ordinary ki into lunar-like energy gradually, keeping the ball stable. The effect was subtle but functional, maintaining integrity long enough to practice techniques dependent on moonlight.
It was already the second day of the fourth month. Vaske had perfected the frequency transformation, giving his ki the same fundamental properties as lunar energy. The color differed — his Fake Moon radiated a purplish glow, unlike the moon's natural white light — but its effects were nearly identical.
With five days remaining before the four-month mark, he focused on application. He gathered energy into his palms, shaping it into a small ball roughly the size of a Saiyan's head. At first, the ball lacked stability, dissipating almost immediately when thrown into the air. Vaske analyzed the failure, noting that moon energy was inherently stable due to its massive, unchanging source. To replicate that stability, he needed perfect control over the transformation process, particularly at the sphere's edges.
For three days, he experimented, adjusting the balance between his natural ki and the converted lunar energy. Finally, he achieved the breakthrough. The edges of the energy ball now slowly converted his ki into moon-like energy, maintaining a stable purple sphere. It had no destructive power yet, but it could replicate the Blutz effect necessary for future Oozaru transformations.
Time was tight. With the technique perfected, Vaske spent the last two days practicing, ensuring the sphere remained stable long enough to be functional during combat and mission conditions. Every throw, every ki adjustment, brought him closer to mastery.
Finally, with the Fake Moon successfully created, he packed his supplies and prepared to leave the planet. The journey back to Planet Vegeta would mark the end of his training cycle and the beginning of a new chapter in his rise. Before leaving, he transmitted a message confirming the planet had been cleared, signaling that both the mission and his months of preparation had been successful.
Vaske knew that, with this technique, his power would no longer be limited by natural moons. His control over the Oozaru form had reached a new height, and he had unlocked a method that would allow him to grow exponentially stronger. The Fake Moon was more than a tool — it was a testament to his ingenuity, his discipline, and his determination to surpass every limitation placed upon him.