NOVEL NEXT Chapter 20: Ambition
On planet Vegeta, a house stood in simple yet almost humble form, harmoniously integrated with the surrounding environment.
Located in a quiet valley, surrounded by imposing mountains and vibrant vegetation, the residence reflected a balance between functionality and comfort.
Built with sturdy materials, the structure was predominantly made of light wood and local stones, giving it a rustic and welcoming air.
The sloping, reddish roof contrasted with the clean white walls, and a small porch extended at the front, offering a perfect view of the lush landscape.
There, a weathered wooden bench suggested that moments of rest and reflection were as important as rigorous training.
Inside, the atmosphere was cozy yet unpretentious. The main space was a wide, well-lit room with simple, practical furniture.
A fireplace in the corner added a warm touch, while shelves filled with everyday items shared space with training tools.
By the fireplace, Liryn watched the flames dance, while Tarako, on the other side of the room, adjusted an old, time-worn suit of armor.
The comforting silence of the night was broken when, as if materializing from thin air, Kaelor appeared in the center of the room. He wore an immaculate Saiyan armor, its metallic sheen reflecting the firelight, and a scouter gleamed on his face.
Liryn and Tarako's eyes widened, their surprise quickly taking hold.
"Kaelor? Is that you?" Liryn exclaimed, rising abruptly. "How did you get here… wait… you've grown so much! My goodness…"
Tarako, more composed, analyzed his son with a worried look.
Kaelor flashed a warm smile and replied, "Yes, it's me, Mother. I've come to get you. I want to take you to Earth, the planet where I'm living now."
The two exchanged glances. The smile on their faces was both tender and filled with unease.
"Son…" Tarako began, hesitating before continuing, "we can't. If we leave planet Vegeta now, the Tuffle resistance will be crushed."
Kaelor frowned, confused. "Tuffle resistance? What do you mean? Are the Tuffles rebelling against King Vegeta?"
Liryn took a step forward, her expression revealing the burden of long-hidden secrets.
"Yes, Kaelor. And we are part of the resistance. The systematic massacre of hybrids was the final straw. There are other Saiyans like us, from the lower class, who joined the movement. But we are few, and the chances against the government are slim."
Kaelor remained silent for a few seconds, processing those words. Finally, he took a deep breath, abandoning the gentle tone with which he had begun.
"The reason I came back is far more urgent than you realize," he said firmly. "I discovered that Frieza plans to destroy the Saiyans. He intends to annihilate our entire race and destroy planet Vegeta."
The revelation drained the color from Tarako and Liryn's faces.
"You must be mistaken," Tarako said, disbelief evident in his voice. "We Saiyans are loyal to Frieza. We serve him diligently!"
Kaelor slowly shook his head, seriousness etched on his face.
"Yes, Father, and that's precisely what makes the situation so dangerous. The legend of the Super Saiyan terrifies him. He sees our people as a threat to his supremacy. And now he plans to wipe us out entirely."
Liryn took a step back, her eyes filling with tears. "Then… there's no hope? He's far stronger than any of us. What can we do against him?"
Kaelor raised his gaze, his voice filled with determination.
"If we can't fight him now, then we need to ensure survival. You need to come with me. Whatever you're fighting for here will only matter if you live to fight another day. The Tuffle resistance won't mean anything if everyone is wiped out along with the planet."
Tarako and Liryn exchanged a long, silent look. They knew Kaelor's words made sense, but abandoning what they had built felt like a betrayal to those left behind.
Finally, Tarako broke the silence.
"If what you're saying is true… then we must warn the others."
Kaelor, restless, crossed his arms and commented in a tone laden with resentment:
"The others? Why should we care about them? They oppressed us for years… they even tried to eliminate me."
Tarako, sensing his son's inner conflict, kept calm and replied,
"I'm not talking about all the Saiyans, Kaelor. I mean the resistance. We must save them too. If they stay, they'll be exterminated."
Liryn slowly nodded, but her expression quickly became worried.
"I agree, but there's a major problem. To execute a mass migration, we'd need many resources. Logistics, spacecraft… none of that is simple, especially under Frieza's watchful eye."
Kaelor gave a confident smile, surprising his parents.
"Actually, we don't need any of that," he said. "I can simply teleport you to Earth."
Both of them exchanged confused glances.
"Teleportation?" they asked simultaneously, incredulity evident in their voices.
Kaelor stepped forward and extended his hand to his mother.
"Hold onto me. I'll show you how it works."
Although hesitant, Liryn held her son's arm. Tarako remained silent, observing skeptically as Kaelor closed his eyes, concentrating.
In an instant, a glow of energy enveloped the two, and the air around them seemed to distort.
When they opened their eyes again, they were in a completely different place. A tranquil beach stretched out before them, with white sand and gentle waves lapping at the shore.
In the middle of the island, under the shade of a palm tree, an old man with sunglasses and a large turtle shell on his back watched the waves, oblivious to the sudden arrival.
Liryn, surprised and wide-eyed, took in the new environment.
"This is… is it real? A true teleportation?" she murmured, almost to herself, as she looked around in disbelief.
Kaelor smiled again, proud of his demonstration.
"Welcome to Earth, Mother. And this is just the beginning."
Liryn was still trying to process what she had just experienced as the ocean breeze caressed her face.
Back on planet Vegeta, Kaelor remained silent, contemplating the consequences of a possible migration to Earth.
He knew such a decision would drastically alter the course of history, especially Kakarot's destiny — the Saiyan he knew would be crucial to the future. Interfering with Goku's childhood could change everything — perhaps for the worse.
"That's not a good idea…" he murmured to himself, his eyes fixed on Vegeta's reddish horizon as conflicting thoughts filled his mind.
After a moment, he whispered, "Maybe… buy a planet?"
Tarako and Liryn, observing him closely, exchanged curious looks before Tarako replied,
"Actually, there's a planet near Earth that's quite similar to planet Vegeta. It's… 'vacant' at the moment."
Kaelor raised an eyebrow, surprised.
"Vacant? What do you mean?"
Tarako crossed his arms and explained,
"A habitable planet, but without significant population. It was devastated by conflicts long ago. Frieza never cared for it, perhaps because it's too small for his ambitions."
Tarako's words made Kaelor think. The idea of a new home, far from Frieza's control, began to take shape in his mind.
He could envision a future where Saiyans and Tuffles united to rebuild their civilizations. More than that, they could form a force capable of resisting the oppressive reign of Frieza's empire.
"A new civilization… Saiyans and Tuffles living together in peace. Maybe it's possible…" Kaelor murmured, his eyes glowing with ambition.
Liryn, noticing her son's change in demeanor, leaned forward slightly.
"What are you thinking, Kaelor?"
He smiled, his expression filled with determination.
"I'm thinking of a future where we can fight Frieza as equals. And for that, I'll need the resistance. Mother, could you introduce me to them?"
Liryn hesitated for a moment, surprised by her son's decision, but soon nodded, understanding the seriousness of his words.
"If that's what you want, Kaelor, I'll do what I can. But joining the resistance means carrying a heavy burden."
Kaelor lifted his chin, his gaze steady.
"I'm ready for that, Mother. We can't just survive. We need to fight to ensure a better future."
As Liryn and Tarako pondered their son's commitment, the flame of ambition was already burning intensely in Kaelor.