"..."
Cold sweat formed on Dodoria's forehead in an instant.
Rumors had spread across the universe — a warrior with a power level of one hundred thousand had been defeated by that so-called martial arts prodigy.
And he himself only had a power level of twenty-two thousand.
Was Frieza seriously sending him to recruit someone like that? Wouldn't that be suicide?!
"What's wrong? You're unwilling?"
Frieza's eyes narrowed as he set down his glass. His gaze turned icy cold.
"N–No... no, my lord!"
Dodoria shook his head so fast it nearly snapped off.
Right now, he truly wanted to slap himself.
Why had he ever recommended that "prodigy" to Lord Frieza in the first place?!
And now look what happened—Frieza wanted him to go recruit that monster!
If he succeeded, fine. But if he failed... he'd die for sure!
"Oh-ho-ho~"
Frieza suddenly chuckled. "Dodoria, why so tense? I was merely joking with you."
"Eh?"
"That little one who defeated a warrior with a power level of one hundred thousand... you might not be his match, Dodoria. It's better to send the Ginyu Force instead."
Truly worthy of his title — the Emperor of the Universe.
Even his way of speaking was elegantly terrifying.
'Might not be his match'? No—Dodoria definitely wasn't his match!
"Yes, Lord Frieza!!!"
Dodoria nearly burst with joy.
As long as he didn't have to recruit that martial arts prodigy himself, he didn't care who went!
He turned to leave, but—
"By the way," Frieza's voice echoed again, "Vegeta hasn't returned to headquarters in quite some time, has he?"
Dodoria turned back, smirking slyly. "Yes, my lord. It's been three years since Vegeta left. I suspect he's harboring treacherous thoughts. Shall I go... eliminate him?"
Recruiting a prodigy was suicide.
But killing that "trash" Vegeta? That, he could handle.
After all, Vegeta was only eight years old now — with a power level of merely six thousand! (At least, that's what Dodoria guessed.)
"My, my, Dodoria. You truly are one of my most loyal subordinates. However..."
Frieza clenched his fist, then slowly released it. "No. Let him be."
"Yes, Lord Frieza!"
Dodoria was puzzled but dared not question it.
Another day, another compliment from the real estate king of the universe — how delightful!
He strutted out of the palace with smug satisfaction.
But the moment he left, the murderous aura around Frieza exploded.
It was obvious Vegeta intended to rebel.
In the past, Frieza would've ordered his death without hesitation.
But...
That damn Beerus had forbidden him from laying a finger on any Saiyan!
Metamor — the World of Martial Harmony
This planet, alongside Yardrat and Namek, was one of the Three Miraculous Worlds of the universe.
And among them, the legendary Fusion Technique originated from Metamor.
On this planet, martial arts were everything.
To train was honor. To fight was glory.
Today, the entire world was in an uproar.
"That's the rumored martial prodigy? He's only nine years old — and he's already become a martial master!"
"Look at him, then look at us. When I was his age, I was still playing in the dirt!"
"Such talent...! No one in Metamor's history has ever been so gifted!"
On the grand dueling platform stood two figures — an old man and a child — surrounded by hundreds of thousands of spectators.
To become a Martial Master, two conditions had to be met:
one must forge a Martial Heart, and their Body Reflexes must reach the Second Tier.
And today, after sparring with Metamor's Grand Elder, Gran released the aura of a true Martial Master.
Nearby, Shin, the Supreme Kai, and Kibito watched from afar.
Kibito's jaw dropped. "L–Lord Supreme Kai! The Candidate God of Destruction — he's done it! After challenging over thirty thousand warriors, he finally succeeded!"
Shin smiled faintly, suppressing his excitement.
"He said before that sparring with so many strong opponents was to refine his Second-Tier Body Reflexes."
"Now, not only has he forged his Martial Heart — he's truly reached the Second Tier!"
Clenching his small fists, Shin couldn't hide his joy. "Gran... you've done it."
Kibito looked around. "Look, Lord Supreme Kai! Everyone's praising the Candidate God of Destruction's talent!"
"Hahaha! Of course. According to Gran, both the God of Destruction and the Candidate share dominion over universal destruction. How could their divine gifts possibly be ordinary?"
Shin's eyes glimmered with curiosity.
"If even a candidate's potential is this immense... how powerful must a true God of Destruction be?"
Over the past year, he had learned much from Gran about the duties of both the Supreme Kai and the God of Destruction — the balance of creation and annihilation that governed the cosmos.
Now, on the dueling platform
Gran stood silently, eyes closed, feeling the results of a year's worth of training.
"Second-Tier Reflexes... I've finally done it."
When his eyes opened, an overwhelming aura burst outward — the unmistakable presence of a Martial Master.
Even at nine years old, he now exuded the calm profundity of a sage — a stillness reminiscent of the legendary Master Roshi.
"Congratulations, young Gran, for reaching this level."
The Grand Elder of Metamor, a wrinkled but radiant old man, smiled warmly. "Your talent is truly frightening, my boy."
Gran bowed deeply. "Thank you, Grand Elder — and to all the martial masters of Metamor for their guidance."
Over the past year, he had traveled across all four galactic quadrants, but nowhere had he encountered as many martial prodigies as here.
The Grand Elder chuckled. "Nonsense. This is all your own effort. We merely provided the whetstone."
Gran shook his head. "Without your aid, I wouldn't have advanced so quickly."
"Hah! Even without us, you'd have made it soon enough."
Then the elder's tone shifted, meaningful. "Still... ever since you arrived, you've kept yourself modestly hidden. But your power, my boy... it's far greater than you let on, isn't it?"
Gran's reputation as a mysterious martial prodigy had spread across the entire Seventh Universe. None could sense the true depths of his strength.
The elder could feel it — not just Gran's power, but the faint divine pressure radiating from him... and from his two companions as well.
The sensation was unmistakable.
It was the pressure of a god.
Gran smiled lightly. "I do have some hidden strength. But then, Grand Elder... you weren't fighting at full power either, were you?"
"Oh?"
"I've heard that Metamor possesses a special technique — Fusion."
The boy's eyes narrowed, his tone teasing.
"This secret art allows two beings to merge into one. The resulting warrior inherits both fighters' abilities — and becomes exponentially stronger."
"..."
The elder fell silent, stunned.
How could this child possibly know that?
Gran grinned. "No need to worry, Grand Elder. I simply... know more than most."
In truth, he remembered the "original timeline" — how, after dying to Cell's explosion, Goku learned the Fusion Technique here from a Metamoran.
But Gran had no interest in such things.
Two men fusing into one? Creepy.
He'd rather just become strong on his own!
Seeing the elder still silent, Gran smiled again.
"Anyway, my purpose here is complete. It's time I take my leave."
"Already?"
"Yes."
In a single year, Gran had challenged over thirty thousand martial artists.
He had forged his Martial Heart and refined his body to the Second Tier.
He could feel it — he had reached the limits of the mortal body.
Strength, mind, and instinct — all had hit their bottlenecks.
By all logic, he should now return to the Realm of Destruction to ask Whis what came next.
But
There were two final goals left to fulfill.
He would attempt to transform into a Super Saiyan.
And then—he would find Vegeta and settle the score!
Just imagining Vegeta's face when he transformed made Gran grin.
"Since you've made up your mind," the Grand Elder said kindly, "then I won't hold you back. May your path of martial arts be smooth and boundless."
Gran clasped his hands together and bowed. "Thank you, Grand Elder."
Then—he vanished, reappearing among the stands.
"Let's go."
"Where to now?"
"To find a certain 'eternal second place'... and make him pay."
Gran smirked.
Yes—he'd make sure Vegeta never forgot this day.
The three — Gran, Asin, and Kibito — disappeared from Metamor.
The Grand Elder watched them leave, eyes wide.
"That... that was Instant Transmission! So the little brat even mastered the Yardrat technique?!"
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