Dragon Ball: The Strongest Training

"Since then, Mudball Star fell into a dark era. We were constantly hungry, forced to endure grueling work. It was truly miserable," Shada Hat said somberly.

"Every time I finished my work, my parents would secretly save two energy stones for me. I used them to train daily, and after ten years, my battle power reached 300. But my parents were eventually discovered and imprisoned by those evil aliens," Shada Hat continued, his voice trembling as he sank into grief.

Krillin silently watched him, reaching out to pat his head as a gesture of comfort.

After a long pause, Shada Hat looked up and said, "The evil factions often fought among themselves. During one of these battles, they had a manpower shortage and reassigned many guards. I used that opportunity to escape during the chaos. I stowed away on a spaceship belonging to space merchants and began wandering the galaxy. I joined the Galactic Patrol in hopes of one day avenging my people, but after so many years, it feels like revenge is out of reach." Tears welled up in Shada Hat's eyes as he choked on his words.

Time had passed, and Shada Hat, too weak to save his home planet, had resigned himself to becoming a lowly registrar at the Galactic Patrol Headquarters, powerless to influence the higher-ups.

Krillin could feel his helplessness, a feeling he knew all too well. It reminded him of his past, where his battle power of 10,000 was insignificant against Frieza's overwhelming might. After marrying and starting a family, and following Goku to face Majin Buu, Krillin had fully grasped his limitations. Before every dangerous journey, he would write a will, reminding everyone to revive him with the Dragon Balls if he died. Despite the fear, Krillin had always stood as a warrior and faced every battle without fail.

Krillin comforted Shada Hat, feeling a sense of camaraderie. "It seems that mysterious galaxy is worth investigating. The energy stones from the Sombrero Galaxy are quite tempting. I wonder which forces are involved there," Krillin mused.

"Shada Hat, do you know the name of the galaxy near the Sombrero Galaxy? Also, which evil factions are active there?"

Shada Hat furrowed his brows in thought. "I think there's an old legend passed down in my tribe. Let me try to remember… Hmm… It's called the… Perseus Galaxy. Yes, that's it!" Shada Hat exclaimed.

"As for the evil factions, based on my investigations, one of them is the Cold Clan."

"What? Perseus?" Krillin's interest was piqued. He recalled finding numerous Perseus stones on Earth and being amazed by the energy contained within them. The system had once mentioned that the Perseus Galaxy was destroyed billions of years ago.

"No wonder. When Shada Hat first mentioned black stones, I should have thought of this. I let myself get distracted by the black iron ore here and made some lazy assumptions," Krillin thought.

"Even if it's the Cold Clan, I won't back down. For the sake of energy resources, I must uphold justice. Even if they're Cold Clan members—Frieza and maybe Cooler—it'll be tricky, but I have to try," Krillin muttered to himself, realizing the daunting challenge ahead.

He knew the risks were high, but the temptation to uncover these secrets and help Shada Hat reclaim his home was too great to resist.

"Shada Hat, do you want to go back? Back to your home planet?" Krillin asked, his tone coaxing.

Shada Hat nodded. "I dream of it every day. But even if I return, what can I do? The evil factions are far too powerful. Even the Galactic Patrol doesn't dare provoke them," Shada Hat said, his eyes dimming with despair.

Krillin laughed. "I'll help you reclaim your home. A warrior can fear, but they must never retreat," he said, reminding both Shada Hat and himself of this truth.

"Really? You'd help me fight to take it back?" Shada Hat's eyes sparkled with newfound hope. Knowing Krillin's strength surpassed even the Galactic Patrol's elite, he began to believe his dream might be achievable.

Shada Hat had limited knowledge of the Cold Clan's true power. This wasn't surprising, as even Frieza's own subordinates, like Zarbon, only vaguely understood Frieza's potential, let alone outsiders.

Krillin nodded firmly.

Shada Hat's face lit up with joy, his hands trembling with excitement. Initially, he had only hoped to appease Krillin for his earlier disrespect, but now he had a real chance to save his people. Unable to contain his excitement, he began to jump for joy.

"Let's not rush. I need to go to the Galactic Patrol Headquarters first," Krillin said to Shada Hat.

"Sir, I'll take you there! I've been here for years and know some people who can help," Shada Hat said enthusiastically.

"Great, let's go!"

With Shada Hat leading the way, Krillin easily gained access to the Galactic Patrol Headquarters.

The Galactic Patrol HQ was a massive spherical structure, resembling an enlarged space station. Countless spacecraft came and went, with patrol teams regularly patrolling the area. The security was tight and highly organized.

"To register as a Galactic Warrior, you need to go to the Mission Hall. That's where registration and mission assignments are handled," Shada Hat explained as they walked.

Entering the Mission Hall, Krillin observed a variety of aliens coming and going. Most had battle powers exceeding 1,000, showcasing their strength.

"Excuse me, this is Mr. Krillin. He would like to register as a Galactic Warrior," Shada Hat said. Then, in a quieter tone, he added, "This gentleman has a battle power of 50,000."

"What? 50,000?!" the staff member exclaimed, drawing the attention of nearby aliens, who turned to look at Krillin skeptically.

Shada Hat handed over the earlier scan data. The staff member reviewed it, his face paling as he muttered, "It's real…"

Hands trembling, the staff member picked up a communicator and nervously said, "Th-this is Officer 023… Please connect me to King Galactic."

"I am King Galactic," came a stern, authoritative voice from the communicator.

"Your Majesty, a human from Earth wishes to register as a Galactic Warrior."

"Earth? I've heard from Jaco that Earthlings are an incredibly weak race. How did one of them even reach Central Galaxy?" King Galactic asked irritably.

"But… but the scanner shows he has a battle power of 50,000," the staff member stammered, nearly in tears from the pressure of speaking to the king.

"50,000?!" King Galactic was incredulous.

"Yes… it's true."

"Impossible," interjected Jaco, the self-proclaimed "great warrior" of the Galactic Patrol. "Earthlings are weaklings. It's impossible for any of them to reach 50,000!"

Jaco, sweating nervously, thought to himself, Could it be that Saiyan child I let go years ago?

"It really is 50,000," the staff member insisted, though his voice wavered.

"If it's true," Jaco said quickly, "I'll go greet him personally. If this really is a human with 50,000 battle power, we must treat him with the utmost respect." Inwardly, Jaco added, I need to see if he's really a Saiyan pretending to be human. Otherwise, I'm in trouble.

King Galactic, finding Jaco's reasoning sound, nodded slightly in agreement.

Jaco sighed in relief and wiped the sweat from his brow.

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