Chapter 80: The Rebellion Begins

On the desolate planet.

After a long silence, Xavier received a message from Frieza.

Adriel and several others gathered, the atmosphere heavy with tension.

"Frieza is finally making his move," Adriel sighed.

"The inevitable has come, yet when it actually arrives, the heart is filled with resentment and anger!"

Paradis slammed his fist into the ground, creating a large crater with a loud "bang." His people faced slaughter, a fate typically reserved for weaker species.

"Indeed, evil deeds eventually meet their retribution."

"Uncle Adriel, talking now is useless. Let's wait here. I'll go to Planet Vegeta to see if I can save some people," Xavier proposed.

Despite having made a wish on the Dragon Balls, it was uncertain how many would reach Planet Red Mountain.

Xavier was determined to go to Planet Vegeta for two reasons: to save some Saiyans, and to personally gauge the extent of Frieza’s power!

Adriel knew Xavier’s power was unimaginably great, capable of annihilating the Ginyu Force with ease, so he had no concerns for his safety.

"That's a good idea, but don't confront Frieza directly. You must know what to sacrifice, for you are the most important among the Saiyans."

As long as Xavier was present, there was hope for the Saiyan race's revival.

"I want to go too!" Celine, who had been quietly observing, suddenly jumped up eagerly.

"No, you cannot go!"

Adriel and Xavier spoke in unison.

"But I've grown strong too." Celine was serious, wanting to join the ultimate battle on Planet Vegeta.

"Xavier has the ability to teleport instantly, which means he can escape at critical moments. You cannot, and even though you may match Captain Ginyu, I won't agree," Adriel chided, clearly displeased with his daughter's recklessness.

Celine pouted, her eyes swirling with determination. "Hmph, I will learn to teleport too!"

She had heard from Xavier about a secret technique of teleportation practiced on a distant planet called Yardrat, similar to Xavier's psychic powers. If she could master it, she would no longer be as constrained as she currently was.

"Let's talk about this later. I'm heading to Planet Vegeta now," Xavier said calmly and seriously.

"Be careful!"

With a nod, Xavier took a few steps forward, his figure blurring like a wisp of shadow, vanishing before everyone's eyes.

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Chapter 80: The Rebellion Begins

Inside the royal palace of Planet Vegeta, a suffocating atmosphere pressed heavily upon all present.

King Vegeta, clad in armor, sat on his throne with a red cape draped behind him, eyes closed in meditation.

Below in the great hall, a dense crowd of Saiyans had gathered—those loyal to King Vegeta. At the forefront were about twenty elite warriors, each with a power level over 10,000, representing the pinnacle of strength on Planet Vegeta.

King Vegeta opened his eyes and surveyed the crowded hall with a cold, fierce glare, his kingly aura undeniable.

"Frieza's forces have completely surrounded Planet Vegeta, his ambitions laid bare—he aims to utterly annihilate the Saiyans! Tell me, can we accept this?"

His voice boomed through the palace hall, met with immediate response.

"Absolutely not!"

"How can Saiyans submit to Frieza? Even if it means death, we must defend our dignity."

"To battle with him, to battle!"

"Let that scoundrel Frieza see our true strength!"

The Saiyans below roared with righteous anger, ready to face Frieza in a fight to the death.

King Vegeta nodded in satisfaction and turned to Putar. "Putar, how many of us are there now?"

"Your Majesty, we have assembled four hundred thousand Saiyans, with many more on their way to the palace. Moreover, over seventy percent of our elite warriors are prepared to fight for the dignity of the Saiyans," Putar reported hastily.

The elite warriors represented nearly all of the Saiyan strength. King Vegeta had little expectation of the others.

He waved his hand, signaling Putar to step back.

After a moment of silence, King Vegeta stood up, his tall and imposing figure clad in gleaming red armor, commanding the attention of all.

Raising his arms, he spoke with fervor: "Saiyans, we are at a crossroads of life and death. By the authority of your king, I command all Saiyans to prepare for battle, ready to face Frieza's forces in a decisive confrontation."

"Elite warriors will form seven battalions, each led by a warrior whose power level exceeds 10,000, to spearhead our assault against Frieza's first and second legions. Middle-tier warriors will assist from the flanks, cover the rear, and take care of any that escape."

"And a command to all Saiyans:"

"Exterminate all the planet Tuffles people on Planet Vegeta!"

"I want none of them left!"

King Vegeta's voice was icy, unyielding.

The Tuffles, backed by Frieza, had long exploited and oppressed the Saiyans on Planet Vegeta. Now, the time had come for retribution.

The commands from the royal palace on Planet Vegeta were swiftly relayed, and all Saiyans sprang into action. However, many remained confused about the situation, filled with questions about King Vegeta's orders. Some even worshipped Frieza and were in disbelief, rushing toward the palace only to be met with the highly tense royal guards who executed them on the spot.

The entire planet was plunged into chaos. The aliens on the planet were also extremely anxious, afraid to venture onto the streets.

"Ha! The Saiyans are finally getting their comeuppance!" A group of Tuffle survivors gathered together, their faces filled with relief and joy. The Saiyans had destroyed their home planet and enslaved them; now, they reveled in seeing the demise of the sinister Saiyans.

"What goes around comes around, no one escapes the wheels of fate!"

"Such an evil race, the Saiyans, they are bound for hell."

Many species like the Tuffles, who usually suffered in silence, enduring beatings and insults, were now celebrating, decorating their homes and sharing the news joyfully, hoping for Frieza to swiftly eliminate all Saiyans.

In the Tuffle settlements, dome-shaped buildings with twelve pristine white columns were no longer calm. Ever since King Vegeta’s decree, these had become prime spots for the Saiyans to vent their anger.

Thunderous explosions resounded as majestic structures collapsed under the force of energy blasts, devastating everything in waves of destruction. The Tuffles, with their slender limbs, cried out in hoarse, disturbing tones:

"What are you Saiyans doing, ah... Lord Frieza won’t let you off!"

"What are we doing? We’re killing you, of course!"

The Saiyans responded with cold smirks, ignoring the Tuffles' threats. To them, the Tuffles were merely cannon fodder; even if Frieza planned to wipe out the Saiyans, he wouldn’t bother to evacuate these beings.

Old grievances and new came to a head, and the doomsday for the Tuffles had arrived. The Saiyans unleashed their pent-up fury and hatred for Frieza, and the Tuffles were devastated in an instant.