Chapter 74: I Don't Want to See Planet Vegeta

In a training room within the royal palace of Planet Vegeta, a dimly lit space surrounds a young figure at the center. Around him, a few cultivated warriors hesitate to attack.

These warriors, crafted using the most advanced technologies, each boast combat abilities around a thousand. Yet, the central figure, a Saiyan child under the age of five, instills a primal fear in them.

The young Saiyan snorts disdainfully and adjusts his stance, readying himself to strike.

In an instant, he accelerates, his afterimages filling the room, followed by a burst of dazzling light. A brilliant energy fills the room, and with a thunderous roar followed by a smoky haze, the aftermath is revealed.

As the smoke clears, only the proud young Saiyan stands tall.

"Pathetic!" He glances disdainfully at the charred bodies of the cultivated warriors sprawled in the debris, his voice cold and indifferent, before donning his cape and exiting the room.

After he leaves, a Saiyan tasked with clean-up looks over the cratered floor, remarking, "Prince Vegeta is truly formidable. To defeat cultivated warriors at such a young age, he will surely be an outstanding king."

"Yes, under King Vegeta and Prince Vegeta, our Saiyan race will grow ever stronger!" Another middle-aged Saiyan gazes in the direction Vegeta disappeared, his voice filled with admiration.

In Planet Vegeta, the divide between the strong and the weak is clear. Ordinary Saiyans like them could only aspire to serve, while the race's future depended on prodigies like Prince Vegeta.

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Walking along the palace corridor, Vegeta’s face is stern. Despite his power level surpassing 1000, he remains unsatisfied.

As he moves, several guards hurriedly pass by, carrying trays of food. Curiosity strikes him, and he stops one of the guards.

"Why are you in such a rush, and who is this food for?" Vegeta asks.

Sweating profusely, the guard responds, "A strange visitor has just arrived at the palace, and the king has ordered us to bring this food to him. Please let me pass, Prince Vegeta, the guest is growing impatient!"

Releasing the guard, Vegeta watches him disappear into the distance, his mind filled with questions: "Who is this guest that my father would arrange such an elaborate meal for?"

With that thought, Vegeta heads towards the inner sanctum of the palace.

Approaching the grand hall, he hears a voice, unfamiliar and harsh, emanating from inside.

"Idiot, you dare present this garbage as an offering to a god? King Vegeta, you cannot afford the consequences of trying to deceive a Destroyer!"

The voice, authoritative and cold, belongs to Beerus.

"Lord Beerus, I wouldn't dare deceive you. This is truly the finest food Planet Vegeta has to offer!" King Vegeta's voice trembles with fear, his body fully prostrate on the ground, his face contorted with distress.

King Vegeta, a man of immense pride, much like his son will be, can only bow his head in Beerus’s presence, supplicating humbly. For he knows, should Beerus grow angry, Planet Vegeta could be wiped from existence.

With a scoff, Beerus places his foot atop King Vegeta's head, casually digging at his ear before blowing the debris away, his expression clearly impatient. Truth be told, the food prepared by King Vegeta had been a major disappointment, nowhere near the delights he had tasted previously.

"Is this what you call delicious?" Beerus, his golden pupils glaring, smashes the food onto King Vegeta's head, who can only suffer in humiliation.

"What’s going on? Who is this person, and why is my father enduring such humiliation?" Hiding behind a pillar, Vegeta watches in disbelief as his father, the Saiyan king, is forced to grovel so pitifully.

Clenching his fists, Vegeta feels a surge of indignation.

"Hmm?" Beerus senses another presence behind the pillar. His piercing gaze cuts through the stone, striking Vegeta with an overwhelming force. Vegeta collapses to the ground as if struck by lightning, his body rigid and unable to move.

With a mere gesture, Beerus lifts Vegeta by the head.

"Lord Beerus, please spare my child!" King Vegeta, terror apparent on his face, pleads desperately, "I will have better food prepared immediately!"

"No need." Beerus's face darkens with a stormy expression and he casually tosses Vegeta aside. With a loud crash, Vegeta is embedded into the wall, his bones shattering upon impact.

Flicking his fingers dismissively, Beerus mutters, "Such a bore. I thought I might find some tasty morsels here, but this Planet Vegeta is utterly worthless."

With that, Beerus's figure vanishes from the palace.

After ensuring Beerus has truly departed, King Vegeta wipes the cold sweat from his brow. He had never anticipated that the legendary Destroyer, Beerus, would appear before him. Had it not been for the legends of the Destroyer preserved within the Saiyan royal family, the consequences could have been unimaginable.

The real Destroyer was even more terrifying than the legends suggested!

Reflecting on the unfathomable power that seemed as vast as the ocean, King Vegeta shudders in hindsight, only now noticing his clothes soaked with cold sweat.

Hurrying to Vegeta's side, King Vegeta carefully examines him and breathes a sigh of relief upon finding that only a few bones are broken. He quickly summons guards to transport Vegeta to a regeneration tank for healing.

Vegeta is his most valued son and the finest warrior among the Saiyans—he cannot afford any mishap.

Alone in the grand hall, King Vegeta's expression shifts as he contemplates deeply, his thoughts unknown.

……

In the vastness of space, Lord Beerus drifted aimlessly, his boredom palpable.

Suddenly, a vibrant rainbow streak zipped through the cosmos, halting abruptly in front of Beerus.

"Lord Beerus, you've sneaked out again!" A delicate voice chimed, as a figure in a red and black divine robe, silver hair gleaming, approached, leaning on a staff. A blue collar floated mysteriously around his neck.

"Oh, Whis, you're here!" Beerus lay back in space, hands behind his head, letting himself drift.

"Ah, Beerus, this time you've destroyed one hundred and thirty-four planets. The Supreme Kais are going to have a hard time with this," Whis said, hand to his forehead, though his expression betrayed no actual concern.

"Whatever," Beerus scoffed dismissively, "Just a few planets destroyed. They can create some more."

"Planets, especially those with life, take time to nurture. If the Supreme Kais can't keep up with your pace of destruction, there could be serious issues."

Beerus, unimpressed, changed the subject: "Hey, Whis, while you were away, I had some exceptionally rare delicacies. Thinking about them now still leaves me wanting more!"

"Really? Lord Beerus, did you save any for me?" Whis perked up at the mention of food.

"That little amount of food? How could I possibly save any for you!"

"That's heartbreaking. Was it on that planet?" Whis pointed his staff at the distant reddish planet of Vegeta.

"Yes, that's the place, but those delicacies are gone now!" Beerus still felt a spark of anger when mentioning Planet Vegeta. He half-wanted to smash the planet with an energy sphere!

However, Beerus had promised Xavier to spare Planet Vegeta; breaking his word would diminish his reputation as a Destroyer.

"By the way, Whis, who rules this area?" Beerus turned to ask.

Whis checked his staff, and a blue crystal ball revealed an image of Frieza, "Lord Beerus, the ruler of this sector is someone named Frieza, a member of the Frost Demon race."

Beerus stroked his chin, mulling it over, then said, "Send a message to Frieza, tell him I don't want to see Planet Vegeta anymore. Have him destroy it."

"Yes, Lord Beerus!" Whis acknowledged.

Destroying a planet was as mundane to them as drinking water, merely routine.

And having someone else obliterate Planet Vegeta wouldn't be considered a direct act on their part, preserving the dignity of the Destroyer while keeping a divine promise.