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In the heart of Royal City, within the Royal Palace.
On the Throne that symbolized the highest power of the Saiyans, a gaunt, purple-skinned, hairless cat person sat leisurely.
This cat was none other than the God of Destruction, Beerus.
To Beerus's left stood a man in special attire, holding a staff, with a composed expression.
He was the Angel, Whis.
At this moment, a truly tragic scene was unfolding.
Below the Throne, Beerus had one foot on King Vegeta's head, continuously grinding it.
Faced with such humiliation, King Vegeta knelt on the ground, trembling in fear, not daring to resist in the slightest, and even actively accommodating Beerus's actions.
The face that once exuded an aura of authority was now drenched in cold sweat and terror.
He never imagined that the legendary God of Destruction would actually descend upon Planet Vegeta.
He was now in a state of panic, deeply afraid that any displeasure from the other party would result in his immediate destruction.
Fortunately, he had not acted rashly from the beginning and had greeted the other party with the highest Saiyan protocol.
Otherwise, he could only imagine his fate.
However, even so, he had not managed to please this deity. Instead, because the food did not meet his taste, Beerus mocked him, ordering him to fetch the best pillow in the Universe.
King Vegeta did not dare to argue or oppose, and only instructed his subordinates to prepare it.
The result was the current situation.
"King Vegeta, are you mocking this god? The best pillow in the Universe is not this trash," the God of Destruction Beerus said with a mocking expression, revealing his ruthless crushing of the lowly.
As he slightly increased the pressure with his foot, King Vegeta's head lowered even more, almost touching the ground.
"Spare, spare my life... Lord God of Destruction... I will immediately order my subordinates to find the best pillow in the Universe..." King Vegeta's voice was trembling.
For him, the only thing that mattered now was survival.
What was the dignity of the Saiyan King without his life? It was all gone.
So weak, so pitiful.
If other Saiyans saw this scene, they would find it hard to believe.
And at this moment, there was one person who witnessed it, first in disbelief, then with a look of anger.
He was Vegeta, who had come to discuss the expedition to a planet with his father.
"Stop it!!" Losing control of his emotions, even at the age of five, Vegeta burst forth with immense power, charging towards Beerus.
Brave, but Beerus merely glanced at him casually, causing the young boy to become disoriented, staggering forward and falling to the ground.
A mere few thousand power points, how could he compare to the supreme God of Destruction of the Seventh Universe?
"So-called Saiyan King, you are a coward, even a little boy has more courage than you," Beerus said with disdain, his playful mood gone as he rose from the Throne.
With a casual step, Beerus controlled King Vegeta's head, smashing it into the ground and embedding it.
The terrifying force instantly rendered him unconscious.
"What a joke, these so-called Saiyan warriors. This trash planet, I don't want to stay here a moment longer," Beerus said, completely unconcerned with his actions.
For him, not destroying Planet Vegeta outright was already a form of repayment for King Vegeta's less-than-stellar hospitality.
"As you wish, Lord Beerus," Whis's expression remained unchanged throughout.
Before leaving, he took a deep look at Vegeta, who lay on the ground, completely unable to resist.
This one glance seemed to have seen into the future, filled with profound implications.
It took a long while for Vegeta, who had collapsed on the ground, to recover after they left.
Only after confirming that the two had truly departed did he swiftly get up and rush to King Vegeta's side to check on him.
He didn't know who they were, but he knew that their power was something they couldn't resist. The God of Destruction, Beerus, gave the young Vegeta his first lesson in life.
This lesson taught the prince that although he was the prince of the Saiyan race, he was actually nothing.
Of course, this memory would soon be tucked away in the deepest recesses of the young Vegeta's mind, as he would spend the next twenty years as a plaything for Frieza's amusement.
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Outside the Royal City, in a nearby town.
Talot returned here as quickly as possible.
If he had known what had transpired at the Royal Palace, he would have been deeply troubled.
Because, as he had predicted, the events unfolded exactly as he knew they would.
On his way, Talot greeted familiar faces on the street and then headed straight for Bardock and Gine's home.
Talot's home was right next door, so the two families were practically neighbors.
Upon entering the house, Talot saw Gine slicing a leg of meat.
She was so focused that she didn't notice Talot's arrival.
"I'm back, Aunt Gine."
At the sound of his voice, Gine started, as if startled, and then turned around.
Seeing it was Talot, a smile spread across her face.
"Little Talot, you're back so early today?"
Gine teased, then skillfully pinched Talot's little cheeks.
As a female Saiyan, especially one who had recently given birth, Gine didn't need to go on missions like other Saiyans.
Of course, this was also because of Bardock, so Gine could focus on后勤 work instead of combat.
Being teased again, Talot resisted but couldn't do anything about it.
From a young age, Gine had always been in the habit of teasing him this way.
He could only wait until Gine was done pinching before he could break free.
"Aunt Gine, I'm already five years old. You shouldn't pinch my face anymore." Talot, rubbing his pinched cheek, recited the familiar line.
"So, our little Talot is growing up and starting to look down on Aunt Gine?" Gine feigned a hurt expression, her tone especially pitiful.
If an outsider saw this, they would undoubtedly think it was a playful interaction between mother and son.
Of course, to Talot, Gine wasn't his mother, but she was more like a mother to him.
Talot also felt a maternal love from Gine that he had never experienced in his previous life.
After some playful banter, Talot and Gine got down to business.
"Aunt Gine, last time you said that Uncle Bardock should be back soon. Do you know the exact day he'll return?"
"Let me think. The last communication said it would be around these days. If everything goes well, I think Bardock should be home tomorrow or the day after." Gine placed her index finger under her chin, thinking for a moment before speaking.
"Tomorrow or the day after? That's so soon?" Talot was taken aback.
This was completely unexpected.
He thought there would be more time to prepare, but it turned out the critical moment was already here.
If this was the prelude to the events he knew, he had to take action.
Seeing Talot's puzzled expression, Gine was a bit confused and asked, "Little Talot, is there something you need Bardock's help with?"