Planet Cereal
With Granolah off-planet, Macki and Oil boldly took action.
Their first move was to create a fake one-star Dragon Ball. Once they had the replica, they paid another visit to Monaito.
This time, while Monaito was distracted, they managed to place a control helmet on him, effectively turning the old Namekian into Macki's puppet. Under their control, Monaito revealed numerous secrets—details about the past of Planet Cereal, the truth about the Dragon Balls, and more.
Not long after, Macki arranged for the Sugarians to issue a global bounty. The mission was simple: anyone who could provide clues to the location of the two-star Dragon Ball would be richly rewarded.
A Week Later
Granolah's spaceship neared Earth.
Suddenly, he awoke from a nightmare, drenched in cold sweat.
The voice of his glasses-shaped AI companion, Oatmeel, rang out. "What's wrong, Granolah? Another nightmare?"
"Yeah," Granolah nodded. "I dreamed about the Saiyan invasion of Planet Cereal again."
He wiped the sweat from his forehead.
This nightmare had haunted him for decades, leaving him exhausted. Every time he woke up in the middle of the night, the torment felt unbearable.
"Where are we now?" Granolah asked, taking a deep breath to steady himself.
"We're very close to Earth. We'll arrive in about half an hour."
As Earth drew nearer, Granolah couldn't shake the growing sense of unease.
With a whoosh, the spacecraft entered Earth's atmosphere, leaving a trail of red flames as it descended.
Meanwhile, at Capsule Corp.
Trunks looked up, sensing an unfamiliar Ki approaching Earth.
"Who is it? An alien?"
After a moment of contemplation, Trunks used Instant Transmission to teleport to the source of the energy.
He arrived just as Granolah's spaceship smashed into the ground, leaving a large circular crater. Trunks hovered above, arms folded, observing the scene with mild curiosity.
In his mind, this alien didn't seem particularly strong—probably not even a match for Goten. Hardly a threat.
With a click, the spaceship's hatch opened, and Granolah emerged.
He immediately noticed Trunks hovering in the air, clearly unafraid.
Granolah's pupils contracted, his enhanced right eye locking onto Trunks as his left hand raised to point a pistol-like finger at him.
"Who are you?" Granolah demanded, though he was also shocked.
His enhanced eye detected no flaws in Trunks—no weaknesses at all. This could only mean one thing: the person in front of him was vastly stronger than he was, with no blind spots.
Then, Granolah's eyes widened in recognition. He saw the furry tail behind Trunks.
A Saiyan. This must be one of the Saiyans Elec had mentioned.
Trunks unfolded his arms and descended from the sky, landing opposite Granolah.
"I'm Trunks. Who are you?" Trunks asked, eyeing the stranger with interest.
"Saiyan…" Granolah's teeth clattered, and despite himself, he took a step back.
"Hey, you know about Saiyans?" Trunks smiled, but to Granolah, that smile looked like the grin of a devil.
Trunks could clearly see the intense hatred burning in Granolah's eyes.
As the hatred consumed him, Granolah suddenly lunged forward, firing two Ki blasts from the tip of his index finger.
"Die, Saiyan!"
The beams shot through the air like lightning, but to Trunks, their speed was akin to a turtle's crawl—no threat at all.
With a simple shift of his body, the beams missed Trunks entirely, not even grazing his clothes.
"So, you're an enemy," Trunks muttered, frowning as he rushed toward Granolah.
Granolah's vision filled with Trunks' rapidly approaching form, and before he could react, a sharp pain shot through the back of his neck.
As darkness closed in, his last thought was, What incredible speed...
Granolah lost consciousness. When he woke up, he found himself bound tightly.
He was lying on a lawn, his entire body restrained like a caterpillar.
He struggled furiously.
"Bastard! Let me go! Let me go!!!" he roared, writhing in anger as he glared at Trunks, who stood nearby.
"You disgusting monkey… bastard…"
But his curses abruptly stopped as Trunks drew his sword and pressed the blade against Granolah's neck.
Trunks, too impatient for banter, asked coldly, "Tell me, where are you from? What do you want?"
What do I want? Granolah thought, then suddenly closed his eyes and tilted his head, ready to accept his fate.
"Just kill me."
"Huh?" Trunks hadn't expected such defiance. Annoyed, he kicked Granolah away.
But Granolah remained silent, his body rolling across the ground until he came to a stop, mud filling his mouth.
Oatmeel, the glasses-shaped AI on Granolah's face, grew anxious.
"Granolah, the target is too powerful. According to calculations, your chances of winning are 0%. Recalculating…"
"Recalculating… chances of winning are 0%..."
"Third calculation—"
Granolah interrupted it. "Okay, be quiet for a while."
"...…"
Trunks walked over, frowning. He studied Granolah carefully before using his sword to lift Oatmeel into the air, catching it in his other hand.
"Ah!!!" Oatmeel screamed as it suddenly sprouted wings and tried to fly away.
But being trapped in Trunks' grip, escape was impossible. No matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't break free.
Trunks inspected the device and chuckled. "Interesting, it's actually a robot. Well, I'll take it back and let Mom read the data. That should give us some answers."
Granolah felt a deep bitterness in his heart.
He never expected things to turn out like this.
His current combat power had long surpassed that of Frieza, who existed now only in legend. But he hadn't anticipated being so thoroughly outmatched by the Saiyan in front of him.
The Saiyans were once just lackeys of Frieza's army—how had they become so powerful?
Trunks, holding the glasses-shaped robot in one hand, grabbed Granolah with the other and used Instant Transmission to return to Capsule Corp.
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