CHAPTER TEN

Pirate Hunt

Over six intense months of training, Zukanna and Nio had transformed their understanding of battle, mastering Yardratian techniques under the careful guidance of Pybara and his people. They could now teleport instantly across vast distances, duplicate themselves with ease, and even separate energy from a target, a technique known as Forced Spirit Fission. While Nio struggled with gigantification, he poured his energy into learning other skills, proving himself a diligent and capable student.

During this time, the bond between Zukanna and Nio had deepened. The boy, who had lost his family, now looked up to her with admiration and trust, seeing her as more than a mentor—she had become his protector and, in his eyes, a mother. Zukanna, too, had come to care for him, taking pride in his progress and resilience. She felt a fierce protectiveness over him, she saw him as the son she never had, a sense of family she hadn't known since the destruction of her people.

In their third month, Zukanna had sent Blueberry and the ship back to base to support Tarble and ensure that their people had what they needed. Yardrat had become a refuge and a second home, allowing her to focus on developing new strengths with Nio by her side.

On the last day of training, as they stood atop a rocky hill overlooking Yardrat's lush landscapes, Pybara approached them with a gentle smile.

"You have both come far," he said, a note of pride in his voice. "You have shown great respect for our ways and learned quickly. It is rare that anyone learns so much in such little time."

Zukanna nodded with respect. "Your people's techniques have changed the way I see battle," she replied. "And for Nio and me, this has been more than training. We're grateful."

Nio glanced at Pybara; eyes gleaming. "Thank you, Elder. I'll keep practicing gigantification. I won't give up on it!"

Pybara chuckled and patted Nio's shoulder. "In time, young one. You both have the spirit of true warriors, tempered with wisdom."

Zukanna and Nio bowed deeply to Pybara and the Yardratian people, who had become friends and allies. She then asked to make a request to the elder. The elder agreed and she began telling him of her idea.

After hearing Zukanna's request to teach Instant Transmission to a select group of Saiyans, Elder Pybara took a thoughtful pause. He understood the potential of such a technique in capable hands, and he respected Zukanna's clear commitment to using her power to protect her people rather than wage needless wars.

"It is a rare honor for outsiders to learn our ways," Pybara began, looking at Zukanna with a soft, contemplative smile. "But I can see that you seek only to protect. I will grant you permission to pass on Instant Transmission to those Saiyans you deem responsible and worthy. They must use it wisely and with respect, as you have."

Zukanna bowed deeply in gratitude. "Thank you, Elder Pybara. I will ensure they honor this gift and use it as a force for good."

Pybara nodded, his expression warm. "May it serve your people well and strengthen the bond between Yardrat and the Saiyans."

With this permission, Zukanna was filled with a new sense of purpose. She already began to imagine the positive changes this elite quick-response force could bring to her people. The ability to intercept threats swiftly and prevent harm would mark a new chapter in Saiyan resilience, one built on protection and unity rather than conquest.

After expressing her heartfelt thanks, she turned to Nio, her resolve clear. Together, they prepared for the journey home, excited to bring this gift of knowledge to their people.

Zukanna and Nio appeared in the throne room in a flash, materializing just as the guards' instincts kicked in. Energy blasts flew toward them from multiple directions, but Zukanna and Nio deflected each one with casual, precise movements, sending the blasts fizzling out harmlessly. The guards froze, wide-eyed, as they recognized their leader standing before them, accompanied by the young Saiyan.

The guards immediately lowered their stances, stumbling over their words in a flurry of apologies. Zukanna raised a hand, silencing them gently with an approving smile. "No need for apologies. Your reaction time was impressive. You're just doing your duty—exactly as I would expect."

Her words left the guards beaming with pride and relief. Zukanna then turned to one of the nearest guards and said, "Please summon my advisor, Tarble, and our representatives, Linte and Cabbal. I have news and plans that need discussing."

As the guard ran off to fulfill her request, Zukanna glanced down at Nio, giving him a proud smile for how composed he remained amid the surprise attack. After a few minutes, Tarble entered the room, followed by Linte and Cabbal. Tarble's face lit up upon seeing his sister, and he moved forward, extending a hand that she promptly pulled into a hug.

Zukanna listened intently, a faint smile of pride crossing her face as her advisors spoke about the progress of the Saiyan warriors. The growth of the Saiyans under her command was a testament to the work they'd all put in—and the careful balance she'd fostered between strength and discipline. She nodded approvingly at the mention of the four Saiyans who had exceeded expectations.

"If they truly seek to be my royal guard, then I'll personally test their resolve and abilities. Let them prepare themselves for a trial worthy of the title," Zukanna said, glancing at Linte and Cabbal, who nodded with determination.

Tarble's mention of the Galactic Patrol envoy shifted her focus. "An envoy? Interesting timing," she mused, rising from her seat. "I'll meet with them now."

As she made her way toward the meeting chamber, Zukanna considered what the Patrol might want. Her Saiyan faction's resurgence, combined with her defeat of Frieza's elites and liberation of Saiyan captives, might have drawn their attention. She glanced at Tarble beside her, nodding for him to join her in the meeting. "If they have questions, we'll have answers," she said with a determined glint in her eye. "Let's see what this envoy has to say."

The Galactic Patrol envoy looked up, his yellow, pupil-less eyes briefly widening as he took in the sight of Zukanna and her entourage. He seemed momentarily struck by the formidable presence of the Saiyan princess in her royal armor, alongside her advisor, Tarble, and her young protégé, Nio. Composing himself, he extended a formal greeting.

"Princess Zukanna," he began, his voice even but respectful. "I am Patrolman Jaco, here on behalf of the Galactic Patrol."

Zukanna gave a small nod, crossing her arms. "Welcome to Planet Frieza 79, current home of the New Saiyan Empire, Patrolman Jaco," she replied. "I understand you have business with us?"

Zukanna studied Jaco's expression, noting the mixture of curiosity and determination in his strange, yellow-pupiled eyes. After listening to his assumption that the rogue Saiyan pirate was under her command, she couldn't help but smirk.

"You're mistaken, Jaco," she clarified. "This Saiyan is no ally of mine. He's a dangerous criminal who, if left unchecked, would continue harming innocent lives. I intend to track him down and put an end to his deeds."

Jaco seemed to take a sigh of relief at her response, nodding approvingly. "Then it's good we're on the same side, Princess Zukanna. The Galactic Patrol has been trying to track down this pirate for some time, and any help you can provide will be invaluable."

Zukanna considered the offer for a moment, glancing at Tarble and Nio before answering. "Very well. We could use the extra resources. If the Patrol can supply us with information about his potential whereabouts, I'll ensure he's brought to justice."

Jaco's posture relaxed a little, clearly relieved to have found a powerful ally in Zukanna. "We're grateful for your cooperation. And I should mention—the Galactic Patrol received word that the captured slavers are being processed, thanks to you. It's not often we get to say this to a Saiyan, but...thank you."

Zukanna nodded. "We Saiyans aren't the threat we once were. I'll do what's necessary to ensure our people survive—and thrive." After the meeting, Tarble excused himself and Zukanna, Nio and Jaco walked to the training center.

The training room fell silent as Zukanna, Jaco, and Nio entered. The four Saiyans in the center paused their sparring, immediately sensing the presence of their leader. They straightened up, brushing off the dust from their training gear, and nodded respectfully as Zukanna approached.

"At ease, everyone," Zukanna called out, offering a nod of approval. "I'm impressed with how hard you've all been training. This is exactly the dedication I expect from the future of our people."

She then turned her gaze to the four Saiyans who had been sparring, their impressive power levels and refined skills standing out from the rest. "I understand you four have requested to join my royal guard," she said, her voice calm but commanding. "Is that still your wish?"

Each of the four nodded with determination. "Yes, Princess! We're ready to serve and protect you at any cost!" one of them, a tall Saiyan with a scar across his cheek, said with conviction.

Zukanna's eyes scanned their faces, reading the resolve in each of them. "If you truly wish to be part of my guard, you'll need to prove yourselves," she said, her tone both challenging and encouraging. "This won't be an easy test, I want you to fight and best Nio."

The four Saiyans exchanged glances, clearly not taking Nio seriously as a challenge. They gave confident smirks and lined up, circling him in the training room as the crowd watched with anticipation.

Nio looked up at Zukanna, a mix of surprise and excitement on his face. Her approving nod told him everything he needed to know: she believed he was ready for this. As the silence in the room deepened, Nio took a steadying breath and stepped to the center of the room, his stance firm.

Zukanna's voice echoed, calm and commanding. "Remember, Nio, no Yardratian techniques this time. Just your own skill."

Nio gave a quick nod, determination flashing in his eyes. The four Saiyans moved in, launching their attacks from different angles, expecting to easily overpower the young boy. But Nio's small stature worked to his advantage. With a remarkable fluidity, he dodged each attack, weaving in and out of their strikes and moving with the precision of a seasoned warrior.

The onlookers watched in shock as Nio countered every move. With his quick reflexes, he maneuvered around his opponents, delivering swift punches and calculated kicks. His unique style blended movements he'd learned from Zukanna and his time on Yardrat, keeping his challengers off balance. The adult Saiyans began to realize their mistake, this was no ordinary child.

One by one, Nio landed powerful hits that forced each opponent to the ground, until finally, all four were struggling to stand. The room fell silent once more, disbelief and newfound respect filling the air.

Zukanna walked over, her gaze moving from the four humbled warriors to Nio, who was beaming with pride. "Remember this moment," she said, addressing the room. "Strength isn't always visible at first glance. Never underestimate your opponent."

The four Saiyans, despite their bruised egos, rose to their feet and bowed their heads. "We're honored, Princess. Nio has shown us why he stands by your side."

Nio turned to Zukanna; his smile wide. She met his gaze with a proud nod. "Well done, Nio. You did well."

Zukanna smiled at the four Saiyan warriors, appreciating their resilience despite the earlier defeat. "You've all shown great potential and determination. I'm glad to have you as part of my royal guard."

She turned to each one in turn, her gaze lingering on Cressa, whose striking features were almost mesmerizing. "Azuka, Orcuro, Arbu, and Cressa. I look forward to seeing how each of you can contribute to the strength and safety of our people."

Azuka, her ponytail bobbing as she nodded, responded, "We won't let you down, Princess." Her confidence radiated as she stood a little taller, clearly proud to be recognized.

Orcuro crossed his arms, a grin splitting his bushy beard. "You can count on us. That little one put up quite the fight!" He chuckled, shooting Nio a good-natured wink.

Arbu, the smallest of the group yet still formidable, added with a serious nod, "We will train harder and ensure we're ready for whatever comes next."

Cressa stepped forward, her presence commanding. "It's an honor to be chosen. I'll do everything in my power to protect you and our people." She met Zukanna's gaze firmly, an unspoken understanding passing between them.

Zukanna felt a swell of pride in her chest. "Together, we'll build a future where our people can thrive without fear. I want each of you to train diligently and, when the time comes, we will all stand united against any threat."

The room erupted into murmurs of agreement, excitement palpable among the Saiyans and soldiers. Zukanna looked around at her comrades, feeling a renewed sense of hope and determination. "Now, let's get back to training. We have much to prepare for."

As the training resumed, Zukanna felt a sense of fulfillment. The bond among her warriors was growing stronger, and with their combined efforts, she was confident they would rise to any challenge ahead. She stole a glance at Nio, who was animatedly discussing techniques with Azuka and Arbu, and felt a warm rush of affection. The boy had truly become a part of her family.

As the hours passed in rigorous training and camaraderie, Zukanna knew that they were not just training to fight but to protect what they held dear. And together, they would not fail.

Zukanna excused herself and went to here private quarters, as she entered, King kai contacted her via telepathic link with news on the pirate Saiyan. Zukanna listened intently, her mind racing as she processed the information. Turles—a name that stirred something deep within her, a mixture of anger and resolve. She had heard whispers of this low-class Saiyan who had left the frieza force back in the day to seek strength, but she had never imagined he would resort to such cruel methods to gain power.

"King Kai, I need to stop him before he can do any more damage," she said, determination lacing her voice. "What do we know about his location?"

King Kai hesitated for a moment before responding. "He's been spotted on the planet Imecka, a world that's already suffering. If he succeeds in planting the Tree of Might there, it will absorb all the life force on the planet. We can't let that happen."

Zukanna nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of her responsibility. "We'll head there immediately. I can't let him use our heritage to destroy more lives."

After finishing her conversation with King Kai, Zukanna called for her royal guards and Nio. They gathered in her quarters, the atmosphere charged with urgency.

"Listen up, everyone," she said, her voice steady. "We have a mission. A Saiyan named Turles is planting a Tree of Might on Imecka, and we need to stop him before it's too late. We can't allow him to harvest that tree, the lives on that planet are depending on us."

The guards nodded; their expressions serious. Nio looked up at her, eyes wide with admiration. "I'm ready, Zukanna! Let's do this!"

With a fierce resolve, Zukanna focused her energy, the familiar tingling sensation enveloping her as she gathered her comrades close. "Hold on tight," she instructed them. "We're using instant transmission!"

In an instant, they vanished from her quarters, reappearing on the barren, desolate landscape of Imecka. The air was thick with tension, a foreboding sense that something terrible was about to unfold.

The barren desert gave way to a sprawling, rundown city as Zukanna and her band of Saiyans soared closer. Dust billowed under their feet as they touched down, the air thick with the clash of energy blasts and combat grunts. Before them stood the majestic palace—its polished exterior and intricate detailing a jarring contrast to the surrounding slums. Next to it, a dark, ominous spaceship confirmed Zukanna's suspicions: Turles was here.

Her gaze snapped to the chaos nearby. A towering, muscular alien with skin as blue as the desert sky and cobra-like features held his ground against a swarm of mercenaries. His unique attire—purple pants with suspenders, a red, spiked jacket, and chained cuffs—left little doubt that he was no ordinary fighter. Even while vastly outnumbered, he fought with ferocious precision, though behind him lay his fallen comrades, silent witnesses to the brutal confrontation.

Zukanna's eyes narrowed as she surveyed the battle, catching sight of Turles standing near a mysterious, massive tree that pulsed with unnatural energy, growing taller by the second. The Tree of Might—it had to be. Rage flared in her chest; she wouldn't let Turles drain this planet's life without a fight.

With a commanding shout, she ordered her royal guard forward to support the blue-skinned warrior. The guards charged, launching an onslaught of energy blasts that immediately started to shift the tide. Zukanna herself shot forward, Nio following closely, both targeting Turles.

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