King Vegeta looked at the report presented by his men, and the scene of the first time he saw the toddler named Broly came to his mind.

He always felt that there was something wrong with Broly, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

King Vegeta sat on the throne directly above the palace, his left hand propped his head, and his right index finger tapped regularly on the armrest of the throne, thinking carefully about how to deal with it.

Broly thought that the incident caused by the huge ball of energy was over, but how dare their trainers not report such a strange thing when it happened?

Originally, King Vegeta planned to take a casual look at this year's training and go to other things, but he didn't expect such a strange thing to happen, and Broly's name was remembered by him again.

"That kid is really a bit dangerous, well, a year of training will pass soon, the task at that time is not controlled by himself, when the time comes, find a way to send him to a planet with a harsh environment, whether he can survive or not depends on his own ability." King Vegeta had made up his mind, and he stopped thinking about it.

There are too many troubles, Frieza's rule has upset him, and his attitude towards them Saiyans seems to be friendly, but in fact it makes them desperately work for him!

If they can kill Frieza, then everything will be ruled by their Saiyans......

Hatred and ambition grow in King Vegeta's heart, he wants Saiyans to rule the universe, and he wants to kill the Frieza father and son.

Saiyan toddler training ground, morning training time is about to start again.

On this day, the many little Saiyans did not walk or run over again, but flew in groups from the sky one after another.

Screams and laughter resonated in the air.

"Yo, Sheppa, did you come early today?" Broly greeted Sheppa.

"You have so many things to do, I don't know what to do this morning, is it still the same as the other day?" Sherpa gave him a blank look and spoke.

"I don't know, there's nothing new, it seems that the Saiyans' training methods are a bit too outdated." Broly listened to Sheppa's words, a little surprised that she actually responded to herself today, shrugged her shoulders and said indifferently.

"You're so young, what can you understand, as if you're not a Saiyan child." Shepa was puffing and puffing, and she didn't have a good airway.

"Hey, hey." Broly didn't speak, laughed twice, and flew down when he saw his destination.

There is really nothing new in the training in the past few days, and in the morning, they will find their opponents to fight against each other, and no longer assign opponents.

Of course, Broly was still looking for Sheppa, and the others who came to Broly to challenge him were almost beaten and cried by him, oh, and the long-haired little Saiyan was taken extra care of by him.

The more battles you have, the more progress you make.

Sure enough, the morning ended in Broly's teasing of Shepa.

The afternoon training was coming soon.

This afternoon they were not taught the use of energy for combat power, or some combat skills, and today they will learn literacy.

Yes, you heard it right, the Battle Nation Saiyan class has started, free teaching experience, no after-sales service, and it will be up to you whether you learn or not.

At this time, Broly finally saw what the Saiyans were not good at, in a word-learning, making them more painful.

Watching the Saiyans lying on the table scratching their ears and cheeks, eager to eat the words on the monitor, Broly felt very interesting to watch.

Based on the experience of his previous life, Broly wrote it down with a strong memory in literacy.

By the way, Shepa learns quite quickly compared to other Saiyans, and other female Saiyans learn quite quickly, and it seems that female Saiyans are quite talented in literacy.

The days went by like this, with the morning being left to their own free fights, and the afternoon being a headache for most Saiyans to study.

Before I knew it, eleven months had passed, and most Saiyans had learned to read and count.

To mention here, Saiyans don't require that they have to learn, and then how many points they score, they don't have an exam system, and learning to read and count only requires a minimum of knowledge of some commonly used words.

In the last month, they no longer learn to read and write, of course, in the morning, they still carry out one-on-one actual combat as always, Saiyans are generally one-on-one, or one-on-many, and they are arrogant, and there is no such thing as many against few.

In the afternoon they did some exercises to operate the machine. There are flying boats, combat testers, and a number of other machines for operation.

Finally, in their year-long continuous training, they learned all kinds of knowledge related to combat, and they went out of the mountain and graduated.

"A year's training is coming to an end, and a hundred of you Saiyans can be said to be the elite of Saiyans, and those junks have been exiled to other planets." An old trainer walked up to the many Saiyans, looked at the group of Saiyans, who had changed dramatically from a year ago, and said loudly.

"There will be no training this afternoon, and you will all come over in the afternoon to choose your combat team members. You are Saiyan warriors, and you will all go on missions after you choose your battle squad. I hope you choose your squad members carefully, and go back and think about who you choose, these people may be your teammates for the rest of your life. Well, let's go back! He probably hadn't said that much in a long time, and after a few pauses, he let the little Saiyans go back.

When Broly heard this, he already had a candidate for the squad in his mind, and he planned to go back for a meal and rest and come over immediately to choose the team members.

Broly walked by Shepa as he went back and asked, "How are you, do you have any squads you'd like to join?"

"No, I don't know where to go." After a year of training, Shepa looked much taller than when she first arrived, and she now looks a little confused, it was really too sudden for this day.

"Really? Why don't you join me! I have someone in mind. Broly chuckled his teeth out and smiled.

When Sherpa heard this, her eyes moved, and she wanted to say something, but in the end she only nodded.

Broly laughed happily, stroked Sherpa's hair, and then flew straight to high school and headed home.

Afternoon.

When Broly arrived at the square, he saw that there were already a lot of people around him, all talking and talking loudly.

Most of the conversation was, "Team up with me, I'm very strong." Or "You have good combat power, we can definitely complete the mission together." ”

Choose teammates, although they are small, but they still pay attention to the data of combat effectiveness, generally speaking, the stronger the combat power, don't move, go there a stop, there will be a lot of people invited.

Broly, of course, was invited, but he refused, because he only intended to choose what he liked.

"Okay, everyone is here, choose for yourself, the battle team is a group of five, you can do it yourself, if there are any remaining people, then we will randomly assign them." The old trainer spoke.

The scene became even more chaotic for a while, and the little Saiyan kept moving around to choose his own suitable team.

"Sheppa, you are with me, don't run around." Broly came to Shepa and admonished.

"Well, but aren't you going to find the rest of the team?" Sheppa answered, but seeing that Broly had no desire to go to his teammates, he couldn't help but wonder.

"Don't worry, soon there will be teammates." Broly didn't explain when he heard this, smiled mysteriously, and spoke.

Sheppa didn't care about him anymore, she had always thought Broly was mysterious anyway.