A power level of 10,000.

  Iire history of the Saiyan race, how many individuals had ever reached a power level of 10,000?

  Even among the elite of the elite, even Kia himself—what was his power level pared to that?

  Vegeta was 8,000 power level behind this child!

  He was unwilling to accept it a indignant on behalf of his son!

  So, he decisively exiled the child to a desote p in the most ruthless manner, leaving him to fend for himself.

  "Super Saiyan... Super Saiyan!!! Even if the legend is true, it should be me aa, with our royal bloodline!" Kia stood up, his aura exploding, shaking everything within the grand throne room.

  In his mind, it would be best if that child was already dead, along with the traitorous Paragus.

  At least acc to the information he had, there was no possibility that Paragus and Broly had survived.

  The throne room fell silent once more as Kia remained seated on his throne, seemingly serving his strength.

  He didn't know that at this very moment o Vampa, a rge and a small Saiyan were struggling to gather food in the harsh climate.

  These two were her than Paragus and Broly!

  After arriving on the p, with their spaceship damaged beyond repair, they were uo escape or send messages to the outside world. Their only option was to eke out a survival here.

  Broly was still fine, as he had few needs and little uanding of many things.

  But for Paragus, the past few years had been almost unbearable.

  Though he wasn't even thirty years old, most of his hair had already turned gray, a testament to the immense mental strain he had endured.

  He had regretted io find his son more than once.

  Of course, every time such a thought surfaced, he quickly squashed it.

  Because deep down, he was vihat his son was the most outstanding Saiyan. Born with a power level of 10,000, he firmly believed that his son was the legendary Super Saiyan that only appears once every thousand years.

  While moving supplies, he hurried toward the hidden cave.

  This year's pary storm was fiercer than any before.

  "Hurry up, Broly. This is our st trip; let's hope the storm passes quickly this time," Paragus urged Broly.

  Though Paragus was an adult, he was far less powerful than Broly.

  "Hmm." Broly respoo his father's words with a nod, then tinued w even harder.

  After a long while, the two finally dragged a dozen rge wooden barrels into a secret underground cave.

  Only in such a pce could they barely escape the effects of the powerful storm winds outside.

  With their strength, they were powerful enough to destroy ps.

  However, the p's steed by its intemospheric currents—were so fierce that they could shred anything in their path. Even they couldn't withstand it for long.

  To put it simply, any objeo matter how hard, would be shattered uhe atmospheric currents' onsught. This expined why the p's surface was so barren and full of craters.

  And that wasn't the scariest part. The terrifying thing was that this weather occurred once every twelve months, sting anywhere from four to six months!

  "Take a break, Broly. I'll hahe rest," Paragus said, showing his for Broly.

  After all, no matter how powerful, he was still just a child.

  Colleg supplies, moving them, and nanizing them.

  If not for the storm, this would have been easy for Paragus.

  After all, he had a power level of over 3,000.

  ...

  In space.

  A spaceship eeding at a terrifying speed, heading in a specific dire.

  It was, undoubtedly, Talot's spaceship.

  Time passed in a fsh.

  In the blink of aen days had gone by.

  Ihe spaceship, somethiense was happening.

  Si had been ten days sihey set off, Talot had begun to take a.

  "Are you sure you want to do this, little Talot? If you destroy it, not only will we lose the ability to detect with the scouter, but without the unication fun, if we get into trouble, we won't be able to send a distress signal."

  In the cockpit, Gine spoke anxiously as she watched Talot disassemble the scouter and use small tools to remove aroy modules on the circuit board.

  After all, scouters have bee an essential item, relied upon by all users.

  Os on funs are lost, it's as if most users have lost their eyes.

  To put it simply, it would be like a smartphone suddenly breaking. Not only you not make calls or be tracked, but you also have no i. What use is such a phoher than to hold in your hand and py with, or occasionally calcute some data and record some information?

  "Aunt Gine, I've already said that this is also Uncle Bardock's instru. There's a lot he didn't tell you because he didn't want you to worry. Now that we've been away from P Vegeta for ten days and reached a retively safe distance, I must start implementing the pn Uncle Bardod I agreed on," Talot replied as he tinued his work.

  Over the past few days, especially as he began his pn, Talot had attributed everything he did to Bardock's arras.

  It was all on Uncle Bardock's orders, so it has nothing to do with him—he was just ensuring their safety and following orders.

  "But this is so reckless. Without a unicator, how will Bardock tact us?" Gine wao stop him but couldn't.

  She trusted Talot wouldn't lie to her.

  Si was Bardock's idea, it had to be done.

  "Don't worry, Aunt Gine. I won't destroy the message-receiving module. We just won't be able to send messages or be tracked," Talot expined.

  He said this to reassure Gine, but iy, they would only be able to receive broadcast-type messages.

  After all, with the trag module removed, the scouter exists in a state of being both there and not there.

  It couldn't be tracked actively, but its serial ill existed in the main system's list.

  This was something Talot had found astonishing when he first learned about this teology.

  Logically, this shouldn't be the case, but it was.

  "Well... alright, just be careful," Gine said, finally calming down after hearing this.

  Ihan half an hour, Talot finished modifying Gine's scouter.

  Once Gine firmed that the other funs weren't affected, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.