Dragon Ball Roshi

The planet Yardrat, once a densely populated world, was home to a peaceful race. While they had a tradition of martial arts practice, the majority of them didn't possess a warlike nature. Their training was primarily for health and strength, rather than combat.

Instead of focusing on individual power, they enjoyed researching various unusual techniques. Whenever someone developed a new ability, it would be widely celebrated within their tribe, with their name spreading across numerous villages.

However, a catastrophe one hundred years ago nearly led to the extinction of the Yardrat people.

If not for their leader, who sacrificed his life in the final moments of desperation, using an ancient secret technique against the evil forces, the Yardrat race would have faded into history's dust.

In the last century, the remaining Yardrat people have lived in the remote Piers Mountains, leading simple, primitive lives. They still follow the traditions of their ancestors from a century ago, practicing martial arts and researching mysterious techniques. However, their population growth has been minimal. From the thousands of people who survived, the number has grown to only tens of thousands today.

The birth rate of the tribe has remained low, and the population is severely aging.

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On the main peak of the Piers Mountains, the elderly leader of the Yardrat tribe sat cross-legged in a cave. Suddenly, his cloudy eyes snapped open!

"Such immense power! Who could this be?!"

He gasped in disbelief, his mouth wide open.

The leader lifted his gaze towards the top of the cave. Outside, in the skies he could not see, two unfamiliar presences suddenly appeared. One of the energies... was so overwhelming that it nearly suffocated him.

This incomprehensibly immense power was brighter than the sun, deeper than the ocean.

Cold sweat poured from his forehead, and he murmured in a daze. "Could it be that the evil ones from a hundred years ago have returned? But... this energy, while incredibly strong, doesn't seem malicious. I hope I am just overthinking this."

Despite his fears, he forced himself to steady his nerves. Taking several deep breaths, he exited the cave.

The sunlight bathed him, but he felt no warmth.

He lifted his eyes toward the direction of the energy, and saw two figures floating in the sky, along with a large bird he hadn't noticed before. It was a fiery red bird, resembling an eagle or a roc, powerful and majestic.

In the high sky, the cold winds howled.

Taro raised an eyebrow in surprise. He had suppressed his energy to several hundred units, but to his surprise, the Yardrat native below had already detected him the moment he appeared.

However, recalling what Goku had said in the original story, that this race had many strange abilities, Taro suddenly understood. Perhaps they possessed a unique ability to suppress and directly perceive the reaction of primal energy.

After all... even though Taro could suppress his energy to its lowest point, the vast power within him still existed. Suppressing it didn't make it disappear, and it wasn't the same as dispersing his energy.

As Taro was thinking about this, Ivan, standing beside him, began radiating his vast spiritual power. His aged voice echoed in the minds of every Yardrat present:

"Greetings…"

Taro and Ivan were surrounded by a group of Yardrat natives.

The fiery red Phoenix circled overhead. Many of the Yardrat people, especially the children in the tribe, occasionally glanced up at it with curiosity, as if wanting to ride it and show off a bit.

An elderly Yardrat, who looked barely alive, paced around Taro and the Holy Magician, circling them countless times.

Taro and the Holy Magician stood calmly in the center of the crowd, allowing them to observe. As the old Yardrat circled and studied them, they made no move to stop him.

One was the spiritual leader of hundreds of thousands of Magic Planet people, and the other was the savior who had personally led them away from their homeland. Since they had brought all the Magic Planet people here, they naturally felt responsible for helping them integrate with the local Yardrat people.

Among the Yardrat natives, many were still wary of these sudden outsiders.

Taro's gaze fell on the Yardrat tribe leader in the inner circle. The leader simply shook his head, waiting for the final outcome of the elderly Yardrat's observations around Taro and the Holy Magician.

Next to the tribe leader, a young Yardrat frowned and couldn't help but ask: "Elder Yasun, what do you think?"

"Don't rush, don't rush…"

The elderly Yardrat, referred to as Elder Yasun, coughed before finally stopping. He stood behind Taro and Ivan, looking at their lower backs. Then he stepped forward and pinched both of their waists, inspecting them.

After a moment, the old man shook his head and said: "Indeed, no tails... And of the two of them, only this young man…" He pointed at Taro. "Only his appearance resembles those of the people from before… They shouldn't be the same as those evil beings from a hundred years ago…"

Taro allowed the Yardrat natives to inspect him. Upon hearing the elderly man's words, his heart stirred. He casually asked. "Tails? Did people with tails come to your planet a hundred years ago?"

The Yardrat tribe leader, now relieved after the conclusion, sighed with relief. He certainly didn't want to come to the conclusion that this formidable person before him was an enemy, which would undoubtedly lead to disaster. Hearing Taro's question, he sighed. "Over a hundred years ago, a group of terrifying enemies with tails arrived here from the sky. They…"

"They were demons." the elderly man, who had been verifying Taro and the Holy Magician's identities, returned to stand by the tribe leader's side. His face, lined with deep wrinkles, spoke calmly. "They arrived in strange flying vessels. They greedily plundered our food and resources, and used strange tools to dig into the earth. Eventually…"

As if recalling the terrifying scenes of that time, the elderly man sighed softly. "On a full moon night, they transformed into a terrifying group of monsters…" He paused, likely not wanting to remember that tragic scene. "If it hadn't been for the leader at the time sacrificing himself with a secret technique to turn the tide, our tribe would've been wiped out."

Indeed, Saiyans!

Taro immediately understood.

If the "tail" was not enough to confirm it... then the ability to transform into "terrifying monsters" on the "full moon night" sealed it.

As Taro thought about it, his mind also wandered to fragments of the Saiyan lore from the original story... The Saiyans were not the natives of Planet Vegeta in the original work; they were outsiders who, with no clear origin, drifted through space in their ships until they eventually settled on Planet Zufu, later renamed Planet Vegeta.

It seems that... a hundred years ago, that violent and destructive race had visited Yardrat. They may have come here for supplies and fuel, and were likely planning to wipe out the entire population of the planet.

"Sigh." The Holy Magician also sighed as he heard the story.

He thought about their own people. Hadn't they been forced to leave their home because of the evil beings from outside their planet? At least these people managed to preserve their homeland, while for them… it was likely that by now, the Magic Planet was already beyond repair, with no one left to save it.

As Ivan explained their intentions and background through his spiritual power, Taro's mind connected with King Kai:

"King Kai, what do you think? Do you have any impression of the group the Yardrat people mentioned?"

King Kai, who had been silently observing through his spiritual senses, was taken aback when he heard Taro's question. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head and said: "No, probably just a group of people drifting through space! The ability to transform… there are many species with that ability!"

"Can you find them?"

"A hundred years ago, come on! From what you just heard, those people were drifting through space in a spaceship. How am I supposed to find such a small target? Even if it's just the North Galaxy, I don't even know how vast that is. Just Frieza's subordinates who are flying all over the universe already match this description!" King Kai responded gruffly.

Taro fell silent. After a while, he suddenly looked up at the sky and quietly said. "King Kai... What do you think Frieza is doing on that Magic Planet right now?"

"What are you planning to do? Hey, I said…"

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Frieza was about to turn around when a fist landed squarely on his face.