After the idea struck him, Peter lifted his gaze to meet Robin's deep sapphire-blue eyes, and suddenly changed the subject.
He said calmly:
"Do you remember your question about the Saiyans when we first met?"
Robin blinked, and a clear glint flashed in her eyes.
"You promised me that if I bore you children, you would tell me all the secrets of the Saiyans."
"Yes, I promised," Peter admitted without hesitation.
"So now I'm ready to tell you everything… In fact, we Saiyans—"
"Wait! Let me grab a pen!"
Robin cut him off excitedly, rushing around the room in search of a small notebook.
At that moment, Nojiko suggested:
"Why don't we go to the kitchen and gather everyone there?"
Peter nearly choked with frustration at having his momentum interrupted twice, but in the end, he accepted Nojiko's advice. Once Robin fetched her notebook, the girls scattered to bring everyone else to the kitchen.
…
"Hah~ what is this? I slept way too late last night."
Carina yawned as Nojiko nudged her into the kitchen, then sat down grumbling.
On her right, Stussy sat in a light, lacy white nightgown, barely able to suppress her constant yawns.
Alpha, however, was so exhausted that she laid her head on the table and instantly fell asleep.
Nojiko tried to rouse her and pull her upright, but Alpha swayed like a lump of clay, snoring softly as she leaned against the chair.
The other girls who had arrived sat scattered around, chatting idly as if this were just an ordinary family gathering.
Peter saw the kitchen turning into something like a bustling marketplace, and rubbed his temples in headache, about to shout for silence.
But suddenly, a firm voice rang out first:
"Quiet! Listen carefully to what Peter has to say!"
The room fell dead silent, and all eyes turned to Robin. Even Alpha, who had been asleep, cracked her eyes open and stared at her groggily.
Robin smiled her usual gentle smile, but at the same time, a dark, majestic aura radiated from her, her long hair floating in the air without a breeze.
That alone was enough to silence everyone.
Peter cleared his throat inwardly, thinking: …Now this is true leader's authority. Looks like she's far more effective than me.
Then he coughed lightly and began to speak:
"I believe many of you are curious about the origins of the Saiyans… Today, I will tell you the legend of the Saiyans."
He exhaled and sank into his memories:
"A long, long time ago, in an ancient age, the Saiyans lived on a planet called 'Sadala'…"
"Wait a moment!"
Robin interrupted again. Peter exhaled in irritation and shot her a sharp look:
"And what now?!"
But she ignored his tone, raising her pen in surprise and asking in confusion:
"Isn't 'Sarada' the name of your new company? Doesn't that mean you're… aliens?"
Robin wasn't the only one shocked—other girls stared at him with suspicion, as if he were making up a children's story to make them laugh.
Peter leaned closer, tugging her nose gently as a warning:
"Stop interrupting me and listen till the end, understood?"
Robin groaned, rubbing her nose, then nodded slowly, though doubt still lingered in her eyes. The rest of the girls gestured silently as if zipping their lips, promising not to interrupt again.
Peter resumed:
"Planet Sadala was the original home of the Saiyans. They had lived there since ancient times, but due to civil war, they destroyed it with their own hands.
Afterward, the Saiyans were forced to migrate and moved to a planet called 'Planet Plant,' where they coexisted with its native inhabitants, the Tuffles. But the Saiyan nature could not tolerate peaceful coexistence. They exterminated the Tuffles and seized the planet, renaming it 'Vegeta.'
And from there, the Saiyans began to prosper."
He paused briefly to gauge the girls' reactions.
But contrary to his expectations, he saw only puzzlement or indifference on their faces. Vivi and Kaya even exchanged amused looks, as if listening to some fanciful fairy tale.
Peter sighed quietly, but continued:
"It wasn't long before the Saiyans reverted to their old ways, attacking other planets to steal their technologies.
In the end, they joined the army of the galactic tyrant 'King Cold,' engaging in a bizarre trade—exterminating entire planets and then selling them to the wealthy for massive profit.
But that life did not last. After Cold retired, his son 'Frieza' took command. Out of fear of the legend of the 'Super Saiyan' that appears once every thousand years, Frieza decided to annihilate them.
He summoned all the Saiyans back to Planet Vegeta… and then destroyed it completely.
From that day, the Saiyans were nearly extinct, with only a handful surviving because they were away on missions."
Peter finished his tale, then reached for the glass of water on the table, taking a sip to soothe his throat.
At that moment, the girls finally opened their mouths again, whispering among themselves in hushed tones.
Tap, tap, tap…
Robin's pen struck her notebook, but her brows furrowed as she found herself unable to organize her notes.
When she saw Peter set down his glass, she spoke up for the first time in an unusually serious tone:
"Are you sure this is the true history of the Saiyans, and not just some science fiction story you made up on the spot?"
He answered:
"Believe it or not, didn't I tell you before? I came from there."
Once again, he pointed to the sky, leaving Robin's face conflicted, unable to believe or deny his words.
Seeing her hesitation, Peter smiled and leaned in to whisper in her ear:
"And by the way… weren't you curious about how Saiyans raise their children?
Well, that's actually an embarrassing topic for Saiyans… they lack strong emotions, and often have little sense of family.
As for newborns, they are usually placed in special incubators.
If a child is born with high combat power, they remain on Planet Vegeta for military training.
But if they are weak at birth, they're classified as 'low-class warriors.'
Those are typically kept in incubators for a while, implanted with basic knowledge and combat techniques, and then sent alone to weak planets.
There, they're tasked with wiping out the natives and conquering the planet, before returning on their own spacecraft to Planet Vegeta.
During all this… the parents pay no attention to the child at all."
Crack!
Robin couldn't control herself—the pen snapped in her hand.
Meanwhile, Mikita placed a hand on her belly in worry.
Seeing their tense expressions, Peter burst out laughing cheerfully, like someone who had just pulled off a successful prank.
"Hahaha! I was only joking! That's all ancient history anyway.
Besides, that's a stupid way to raise kids. Even if I wanted to imitate it, do I have a spaceship to send children off into space?"
Mikita breathed a sigh of relief at his words, while Robin's eyes lit up again as she asked deeply:
"So everything you said is true… about aliens and galactic emperors… you're not joking?"
Peter froze his smile, raised three fingers, and swore solemnly:
"Of course… I swear on the name of the Saiyans, everything I've said is the truth."
A short silence filled the kitchen, before it was broken by a barrage of shocked cries and strange remarks.
Nami clutched her head in disbelief, feeling like everything she had ever known had shattered like glass beneath a speeding truck.
"Wait! Where did this even come from? Is this still the same world I know?
Not long ago, I was just a naïve girl stealing and saving, dreaming of earning 100 million berries to free my village…
And now aliens and galactic emperors appear out of nowhere?
Is this April Fool's Day or what? Is Peter pulling one over all of us?"
Hina, too, was overwhelmed by confusion. If Peter's words were true, then Saiyans were not just excessively powerful, but villains on a scale beyond imagination.
She had heard of massacres in villages and cities, but exterminating an entire planet… that was a first.
Trembling, she asked sharply:
"So… were you also sent here to wipe out our world?"
"Of course not."
Peter quickly clarified:
"My presence in this world was pure accident. And honestly… aside from a few idiots of my kind, I'd say I'm probably the nicest Saiyan there is."
The girls felt somewhat relieved.
Carina, Nojiko, and the others even glanced sideways at him, as if they knew perfectly well what he got up to under the covers at night.
Robin tried to explain why he was different from the rest of the Saiyans:
"Is that because you're of royal blood? Maybe members of the royal family aren't sent on missions?"
He shook his head:
"No, even Prince Vegeta himself—Vegeta the Fourth—survived only because he was away on a mission at the time.
He was… what, five years old? Or six?
As for me… I've always been this way since the beginning."
"At that age?!"
The girls gasped again, realizing more clearly just how cruel and cold the Saiyans were.
What kind of parents would send their five- or six-year-old child into a battlefield?!
Suddenly, Alpha asked boldly:
"By the way, you have that dragon… could it revive the other Saiyans? Even recreate Planet Vegeta?"
Her words startled everyone, even Peter stared at her in surprise.
Alpha quickly realized the foolishness of her question and shrank back awkwardly, lowering her voice:
"I was just wondering… I didn't mean anything else."
Peter smirked and replied:
"Revive the Saiyans? Never mind that their deaths have nothing to do with me… wasn't it the result of their own actions?
Rather than reviving them, I'd rather create a brand-new generation of Saiyans myself."
The girls gasped sharply, looking at him with a mix of awe, shock, and exasperation.
"A whole generation? Easy for you to say! You're not the one carrying and giving birth!"
And as the topic returned to children, Mikita sighed, resting her cheek on her hand with concern:
"It feels like Saiyans do nothing but fight, or prepare to fight.
But me… I really hope our child is a gentle, quiet girl."
Robin glanced at her in surprise:
"But you're only in your first months—how can you be sure it's a girl?"
Mikita smiled faintly:
"Just a feeling… Besides, we have the dragon, don't we? If we're not sure, we can always ask him."