Dragon Ball: Reborn as a Saiyan, I'm even more eccentric than Goku!

Chapter 166 The Restoration of the Saiyans?

As the music started, the dynamic beats instantly ignited the entire venue.

Five stunningly beautiful women walked onto the stage in high heels, their matching tight-fitting outfits highlighting their alluring curves, and sequins shimmering in the sunlight.

"One, two, three—Ginyu!"

The lead dancer, a blonde beauty, snapped her fingers, and the five dancers simultaneously struck a pose.

Hands on hips, chest out, buttocks raised, right leg slightly bent, chin raised at a 45-degree angle, eyes alluring.

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

Whistles, screams, and camera shutter clicks filled the air.

"Holy crap, what a figure!"

"The red-haired one on the left is too good!"

"The one in the middle! The one in the middle is mine!"

The audience went wild.

On the bench, Vegeta's lips twitched.

He looked at the five women on the stage, striking poses and gestures, their familiar movements, their familiar positions, their familiar team.

The Ginyu Force.

The lead dancer with long blonde hair must be Ginyu; that's her signature pose with her hands on her hips and chest out.

Vegeta closed his eyes, and another image instantly appeared in his mind.

Five strangely shaped, burly men, all with their hands on their hips, chests out, chins raised, and shouting "Ginyu!"

Vegeta broke out in a cold sweat.

Vegeta suddenly opened his eyes and shook his head violently.

"It's terrifying, I couldn't help but feel disgusted by them—"

On stage, all five members of the Ginyu Force were performing with great enthusiasm.

The blonde beauty turned around, put one hand on her hip, stretched the other hand towards the sky, and twisted her hips in an exaggerated arc.

The other four followed closely behind, their movements perfectly synchronized, each blowing a kiss in unison.

The entire venue erupted in cheers once again.

"Ginyu! Ginyu! Ginyu!"

The audience actually started chanting slogans.

Watching the five "beautiful women" with male souls posing seductively, Vegeta's lips twitched even more violently.

"No, I can't take it!"

Vegeta got up, preparing to leave.

However, before he could get very far, a spaceship broke through the atmosphere and began to descend straight in that direction.

Vegeta sensed a powerful aura and couldn't help but look up.

His pupils contracted upon seeing the spaceship.

That's not an Earth spaceship.

It's more like the spaceships that were once used on Planet Vegeta, the kind that were equipped by Frieza's army.

"Is it Frieza's henchmen who came to Earth?"

A cruel smile appeared on Vegeta's lips.

Perfect timing! I've had enough of this humiliation lately and want to vent my anger by hitting someone.

Vegeta walked towards the landing site of the spaceship.

People around quickly moved away from the landing site and looked at the spaceship with curiosity.

"Is that a UFO?"

"Aliens have come to Earth?"

The spaceship's hatch opened, and a figure stepped out.

He was an elderly Saiyan with graying hair and one blind eye.

However, he had an arrogance on his face that came from someone who had long held a high position.

The old Saiyan's gaze fell on Vegeta, and a smile appeared on his face.

He stepped forward and knelt on one knee.

"Prince Vegeta, we've finally found you."

Vegeta was taken aback and asked, "You're a Saiyan, who are you?"

Paragus covered his chest with one hand and said respectfully, "Prince Vegeta should not recognize me."

My name is Paragus.

When you were born, I was sent to another planet on a mission.

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Vegeta nodded and asked, "What do you want from me on Earth?"

Paragus laughed, a laugh filled with barely concealed excitement.

"Prince, I've come to fetch you."

"Pick me up?" Vegeta frowned.

Paragus said, "I am very sorry about the destruction of Planet Vegeta."

Fortunately, we Saiyans have a tradition of sending children with low combat power to remote planets to develop the land.

That's why many of our Saiyan brethren remained.

Vegeta asked curiously, "What do you mean?"

Paragus continued, "Your Highness, I have found a planet, a planet suitable for us Saiyans to live on."

There I gathered my surviving Saiyan brethren; we had a new base, a new beginning.

Vegeta's eyes flickered.

"Have the Saiyan survivors been assembled?"

Speaking of children who pioneered new frontiers, Vegeta had no idea how many children he had sent out to pioneer new frontiers in the past.

Paragus's words made sense and were somewhat convincing, so he began to believe them.

Paragus continued, "Prince, the Saiyans cannot simply disappear into the universe."

We have glory, we have pride; we should be the strongest fighting nation in the universe.

Paragus's gaze swept over the amusement park behind Vegeta, over the Earthlings, and a hint of undisguised contempt appeared on his lips.

"You just stay on this inferior planet, living with these inferior creatures?"

Vegeta's eyes turned cold.

Paragus immediately looked away and lowered his head again, saying, "Please forgive my offense, Your Highness."

"I'm just unwilling to accept it, unwilling to see the Saiyan royal family reduced to this state."

Vegeta fell silent.

Unexpectedly, there are such ambitious Saiyans in this world who want to restore the Saiyan race.

The key point is that they still want him to be a prince.

Vegeta looked at Paragus and suddenly asked, "Where is that planet you mentioned?"

Paragus's eyes lit up, and Vegeta's heart fluttered.

He immediately said, "In the Southern Galaxy, on the planet Seymour."

It's not far from here; at our spaceship's speed, we can get there in three days.

"How many Saiyans are left?"

Anya and Trunks came down from their tour and saw Vegeta talking to an alien.

Anya guessed that this person had a tail, and that he was also a Saiyan.

But for some reason, she felt worried.

Trunks immediately called out, "Dad!"

Anya stopped Trunks, urging, "Don't go, Dad has something to do—"

Trunks had no choice but to withdraw his enthusiasm.

Although they didn't come over, it was clear that Paragus had seen Trunks.

Paragus continued his fabrication: "Your Highness, there are already more than thirty of our kind, all survivors I have found over the years."

However, none of them are particularly talented.

Moreover, among these thirty-odd people, there are some mixed-race children, like your little prince.

They lived and trained there, awaiting the return of the true king.

Vegeta heard Trunks calling him, looked at Anya and Trunks, and remained silent.

Paragus followed Vegeta's gaze, a flicker of something passing through his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

"Prince, if you can't bear to part with the child, you may bring him along."

After all, we Saiyans only have so many of us, so the more the better. However, don't bring that low-class woman—we've arranged a pure-blooded Saiyan woman for you.

Vegeta's gaze turned cold, and Paragus stopped speaking.

In the distance, Trunks whispered to Anya, "Mom, where is Dad going?"

Anya did not answer.

She just stared at Vegeta's back, her lips pressed tightly together.

Anya also overheard some of Paragus's words, including that she was just an inferior human in the Saiyans' eyes.

She was extremely anxious, wondering if Vegeta would abandon them.