At the very heart of the Milky Way, orbiting quietly beside a shimmering silver planet, floated a massive spherical space station—nearly as large as a small moon.

That Silver Planet was the private world of the Galactic King, positioned exactly at the galaxy’s core. And the enormous station orbiting it was no ordinary structure—this was the headquarters of the Galactic Patrol, feared by every criminal across Universe 7.

Even though most Galactic Patrol officers did not possess particularly high combat power, they remained one of the most influential law enforcement forces in the universe. The reason lay in the astonishing technology provided by their central headquarters—technology far beyond the typical standards of Universe 7.

Moreover, the Galactic King’s personal strength was nothing to scoff at. Though he never demonstrated it in the original story, his battle power was said to exceed one million.

Of course, compared to universe tyrants like Frieza, that number still fell short. But because of his special status, even Frieza would never recklessly eliminate him.

In fact, Frieza simply chose to ignore the existence of the Galactic Patrol, even though the organization often interfered with his plans.

To be fair, Frieza wasn’t an idiot.

He understood very well who could be touched and who absolutely could not be touched in this universe—and more importantly, he understood who truly held authority.

If he ever killed the Galactic King or destroyed the Galactic Patrol, it would mean collapsing the entire order of Universe 7.

If that happened, the consequences would be far beyond anything he was prepared to handle. For all his pride in calling himself the “Emperor of the Universe,” the truth was that the number of planets he destroyed in a year rarely exceeded a few hundred…

To be honest, that number didn’t even match the average annual destruction quota of the God of Destruction, Beerus.

But if the Galactic Patrol truly fell apart because of him, the aftermath would be far more catastrophic.

And Frieza, as he was now, certainly wasn’t insane enough to take such a risk. That was precisely why he had never interfered with the Galactic Patrol until today.

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When Tachibana Kyūjō’s ship, the Golden Flash, suddenly appeared near the Galactic Patrol Headquarters…

In an instant, rainbow-colored defense lights burst across the surface of the massive station—an immediate full-alert response.

Within seconds, hundreds of the most advanced fighter crafts in Universe 7 shot out from various hangar gates. They surrounded the Golden Flash from every direction, sealing off every possible escape route.

Inside the ship, Tachibana Kyūjō raised an eyebrow, slightly impressed by their response time.

Pretty fast… he murmured inwardly.

Without hesitation, he ordered his crew to remain inside and stay alert, while he stepped out alone through the cabin hatch.

With no protective gear at all, he drifted calmly into the vacuum of space, facing cosmic rays and the crushing emptiness head-on.

Feeling his body functioning perfectly without oxygen—simply by absorbing cosmic radiation—he quietly marveled again.

Porunga’s power really is incredible…

This was the result of one of his previous wishes to Porunga, the Dragon of Dreams from Planet Namek, who had removed a fatal biological weakness from his body.

In the world of Dragon Ball, battles between high-level fighters could easily annihilate entire planets with a single energy blast.

That was why, whenever two powerful forces clashed, they would deliberately restrain the destructive force of their attacks to avoid obliterating the battlefield.

If they didn’t, the planet beneath them could be destroyed instantly—and unless one had a body like Frieza, capable of surviving the void, the destruction of a planet meant certain death.

(This kind of explanation might also serve as a logical reason why, in the mid to late parts of Dragon Ball, many massive battles never ended up destroying Earth, despite the fighters having power levels in the tens of billions. Perhaps they simply focused their attacks to prevent collateral destruction.)

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Seeing Tachibana Kyūjō floating peacefully in the vacuum—unprotected, unmoving, and calm despite being surrounded by hundreds of armed ships—left many Galactic Patrol members unable to hide their awe.

Inside one of the two-person patrol crafts, a woman in an official uniform with the elegant appearance of a fairy—Popora—glanced at her partner, a girl whose face looked remarkably like an “Ultraman Princess.”

“Delia, do you know what kind of ship that is? Why did it suddenly show up here? And that alien—what race is he? How can he survive out in open space? Hurry, run a scan on him…”

Delia’s fingers danced rapidly across the control console. Soon, Tachibana’s face appeared on their holographic display, followed by the voice of the female AI system from the speakers:

“Running data comparison…”

“High resemblance to Earthlings of East Zone-8: 99.9%…

Resemblance to inhabitants of Planet Kut, West Zone-9: 97.5%…

Resemblance to the Talun race, West Zone-63: 92.8%…

Resemblance to the Saiyan race, East Zone-21: 86.9%…”

At the mention of “Saiyan,” both women jolted, momentarily stunned. They didn’t even listen to the rest.

But the highest resemblance pointed toward Earthlings—something extremely strange. After all, Saiyans weren’t known to survive the vacuum of space like this.

Additionally, Tachibana had concealed his Saiyan tail using a special technique he learned on Planet Yardrat, making it impossible for the patrol officers to determine his true race.

Faced with such confusing scan results, Popora frowned and turned to Delia.

“Check whether he’s one of the galaxy’s wanted criminals.”

Delia nodded and quickly typed another command string.

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“Total number of galactic fugitives: 1,685,372,721.

Number matching this individual’s characteristics: 0.”

Learning that this alien wasn’t a criminal, Popora immediately relaxed. She disengaged her helmet shielding and left the craft, using the boosters on her uniform to approach Tachibana Kyūjō.

After a few minutes of communication through her transceiver, Popora finally learned that this mysterious alien… had come here simply to apply for a job with the Galactic Patrol.

Internally, Popora felt exhausted.

If all you want is to apply for a job… why make such a huge scene? Bringing some mysterious ship like this… Must be some rich guy from a random planet…

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Ten minutes later, Tachibana Kyūjō—the job applicant—was seated inside the office of the Galactic Patrol Chief.

Meanwhile, his Golden Flash ship was parked outside the headquarters, watched over by several patrol crafts.

Inside the room, Tachibana Kyūjō sat across from a short man—barely over 160 centimeters tall—but with a face and aura strikingly similar to Zoffy, the high-ranking figure among the Ultra race.

“So, you want to join the Galactic Patrol?” Chief Zoffy asked, his tone laced with suspicion.

Tachibana nodded firmly, hiding nothing. “Correct. My main goal is to pursue the Path of Martial Arts—while also assisting in eradicating evil.”

Zoffy immediately frowned. He let out a cold snort and spoke sharply:

“In that case, go home! The Galactic Patrol doesn’t need someone like you! You think eliminating criminals is some kind of game? A child’s pastime? You’re just—”

But before he could finish, a single casual sentence from Tachibana froze him in place.

“My Power Level is one million.”

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