Vegeta, Imperial Palace.
A gorgeous palace hall was brightly lit.
The ivory-colored pure white stone walls were not decorated at all. Under the illumination of the lights, alternating horizontal and vertical lines appeared. The bold and wild style not only did not look messy and disorderly, but instead gave people a kind of majestic and mighty feeling.
Saiyans are a Fighting Race and disdained to be petty and pretentious. They needed this kind of heroic spirit that could swallow mountains and rivers.
In the palace hall, a red carpet extended forward from the entrance of the palace to the front of the throne.
On the throne that was a few steps higher than the palace hall, Vegeta The Great was sitting on it wearing a dark red gorgeous Battle Armor. He supported his head with one hand and leaned on the armrest of the throne, his eyes closed as he pondered. The chest armor was as bright as white jade, faintly flashing with light, looking very luxurious.
Suddenly, Vegeta The Great opened his eyes and beckoned his deputy next to him, asking, "Peter, how are the preparations for our personnel?"
It was a strong and bald Saiyan, a High-level Warrior, who was responsible for everything inside and outside the palace.
"Your Majesty, we have gathered more than 200,000 Saiyans. They all responded to Your Majesty's call and are willing to fight to the death with that guy Flisa!" The eyes of the bald Saiyan named Peter flickered with a fierce light, and he couldn't suppress his excitement as he spoke.
"Only 200,000 Saiyans? It's really too little. Have the others forgotten the pride of Saiyans? How can Flisa be so easy to get along with? Look at those races that once followed him, how many are left now? Saiyans can't die in his hands! "
Vegeta The Great suddenly stood up, his tone angry and dissatisfied. His dark brown hair stood upright, and a majestic aura instantly engulfed the entire palace.
Although Vegeta The Great was ambitious, he did his best for the entire Saiyan race. He really didn't want to see the scene of Saiyans' decline.
In the war with Tuffles, Saiyans snatched Vegeta, but the reconstruction process faced great challenges. At that time, the Force represented by Flisa appeared in front of Saiyans and tried to hire Saiyan race.
Now that he thought about it, accepting Flisa's employment back then was a huge mistake!
Vegeta The Great had sensed many years ago that Flisa's monitoring of the Saiyan race was increasing little by little. In Vegeta The Great's view, this was absolutely an insult. As a Fighting Race, Saiyans could accept death on the battlefield, but they could not accept being raised and watched over like livestock.
That was why Vegeta The Great had been accumulating his strength since a long time ago, waiting for the right time to lay his cards on the table with Flisa.
However, many people in the Saiyan race didn't understand, and a considerable number of Saiyans even worshiped Flisa. This is something that Vegeta The Great will not allow. He can allow you not to participate in the rebellion, but he will not allow you to stand on the enemy's side.
Once Vegeta The Great succeeded in his rebellion, these people would need to be cleaned up.
"Is there anything else?"
"Your Majesty, recently, this subordinate has investigated that some people are secretly making small movements. It seems that they are plotting something!" Peter flipped through the documents in his hand. Although this guy had a sturdy body, his mind was very meticulous. He quickly found something fishy about Adri and others' little movements.
"There is such a thing?" Vegeta The Great's eyes narrowed. "Peter, go and investigate this matter for me!"
"Yes!" Peter straightened his chest and responded loudly, then turned around and walked out of the palace.
In the hall of the gorgeous palace, only Vegeta The Great was sitting upright on the throne with his eyes closed. No one knew what he was thinking.
A few days later.
Peter once again came to the palace, holding a thick list of missing people in his hand.
"Your Majesty, the matter has been investigated. These are the names of the Saiyans who have inexplicably disappeared from Vegeta in the past few months. They seem to have left Vegeta?"
"Oh? They can actually disappear from Vegeta without anyone noticing? Jetonian didn't notice? "Vegeta The Great's eyes suddenly lit up and asked with a smile that was not a smile.
Jetonian controlled Vegeta's external means of transportation. All the spaceships that left Vegeta had information on them. Vegeta The Great had long been dissatisfied with Jetonian. If it wasn't for not attracting Flisa's attention, how could Jetonian still be alive on Vegeta?
"They don't seem to have left by spaceship." Peter was also puzzled. If they didn't use spaceship, then how did they leave Vegeta?
"Who are these people who left Vegeta?"
"Mainly some Low-level Warriors. There are also hundreds of Mid-level Warriors. There are only five or six leaders of the High-level Warriors!"
"Only these useless people?"
Vegeta The Great flipped through the list and a disdainful sneer appeared on his face. Then, he used energy waves to burn the list.
"Forget it, don't bother with them for now. Remove these people's names from the Saiyan race. Humph, these people are not worthy of being called Saiyans. Our main goal now is to accumulate strength. It is not advisable to create new problems. We will deal with these people after the decisive battle with Flisa!"
Seeing Vegeta The Great destroy the list, Peter didn't know what his Majesty was thinking. He wanted to speak several times but hesitated.
Logically speaking, this kind of rebellious people should be dealt with first! But Vegeta The Great did not do so. Instead, he removed their existence from the Saiyan's list. Perhaps, in Vegeta The Great's heart, he is also leaving a way out for the Saiyan race?
If he succeeds in rebelling against Flisa, those Saiyans who left Vegeta will naturally find it difficult to escape death. But if he fails, those people may be the Saiyan race's last hope.
Only, this hope is pinned on a few weak Low-level Warriors and Mid-level Warriors. He is unavoidably holding the attitude of giving medicine to a dead horse.
… …
Four months later, on a bustling street in Vegeta.
There was an endless stream of people coming and going. Each Saiyan wearing simple Battle Armor was carrying a backpack filled with various food ingredients. On both sides of the street, there were some strange-looking Aliens who opened shops to do business because Saiyans were not suitable for business besides fighting.
On this day, Shaya went to the street alone to shop. He walked from the east end of the street to the west end and only bought a few daily necessities.
When he passed by a jewelry store, he remembered that Xiling didn't seem to have any small accessories like jewelry so far. Should I buy some for her and bring back? Xiaya looked at the outside of the store for a few times and then walked inside.
Most of the jewelry displayed in the store were earrings, pendants and the like, or some belts, brooches and the like to wear on the body. Shaya quickly looked inside and really didn't know what Nishi Aya would like. He simply bought a few beautiful ribbons, pendants and bracelets.
Anyway, Shaya still has a lot of mission points in his hands. If he doesn't use it then it will be useless when Vegeta is destroyed.
When Shaya packed the jewelry and paid for it, the Alien who was responsible for marketing came over with a face full of enthusiasm. One by one, the jewelry that Shaya bought was placed into a delicate small box and then packed with a ribbon.
"Hehe, I hope Nishi Aya will like these things!" Shaya smiled and put away the things.
Not long after walking out of the store, he saw a young figure swaggering over, holding something similar to candied haws in his hand and eating.
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