The development of things is beyond imagination and unpredictable, and the fate of destruction is like the sword of Damocles hanging above the two planets, always ready to swing the final beheading.
Bardock and King Vegeta fell out.
This man, who was so desperate that he rushed to the universe to fight Frieza, was one man in charge, and he chose countless elites as low-level warriors, but he was still outnumbered and captured.
As an insider of Codex technology, Bardock was imprisoned, and the Kryptonian transaction was forced to suspend...
"King Vegeta must prevent the Codex of Life technology from being obtained by lower-level warriors, so Krypton's imminent planet relocation plan has been delayed again and again."
"The destruction brought about by class solidification on both races made your mother and I feel the horror of being imprisoned."
"So, hope was born, and it was you, Al."
Staring into Carrot's eyes, Jor Al stretched out his hand and slowly opened the clothes on his chest, revealing the S pattern inside:
"This is the crest of the El family."
“It represents hope!!!!”
Natasha Romanoff glanced at Carrot with a strange expression: "S?"
Wherever his eyes fell, Carrot El's eyes were also staring deeply at the pattern.
Does it represent hope?
Seeing this, Jor Al continued to tell: "When your mother returned to Planet Vegeta, she was already pregnant."
Upon hearing this, Tony Stark was suddenly stunned: "Pregnant?"
"Aren't you artificially reproducing?"
"Yes, Al is the only child born naturally."
Tony Stark opened his mouth wide, his big eyes flashed, and his face instantly showed the smile that men would automatically show when talking about certain topics:
"So, you secretly tried it without telling the whole planet? I'll go, under the surveillance of the whole planet... It's exciting!!"
Carrot El's face darkened, Superman's disapproving look came from him, and he glared at him coldly from the depths of his soul:
"Shut up!"
"If you fucking say one more thing about this topic, I'll throw you into the sea and feed it to Godzilla!"
Tony Stark covered his mouth with a snap: "Okay, I shut up, I shut up."
Jor Al sighed, and as he spoke, several people had reached the depths of the spacecraft:
"It is precisely because the life path of artificially cultivated children will be planned from the beginning, that we chose the path of natural reproduction."
"We want our son to have unlimited possibilities."
Stark glanced at Carrot in his mind, well, this is not only infinite possibilities, it is simply omnipotent...
"By the time your mother returns to Planet Vegeta, the situation will be dire."
"At this time, we all know the fact that we are doomed."
Jor Al's words were full of regrets, nostalgic and regretful, but he did not regret that he served as a kindling to ignite the last glory of history:
"With my help, your mother collected some of the genes of lower-level Saiyan warriors and put them into the original code, and I stole the code that records the genes of Krypton's life and gave it to her."
"Please believe that there is really very little time left for us. Everything happened so quickly that we couldn't even stay with you for a while after you were born."
"Under the surveillance of Frieza's army, your mother doesn't even have the possibility to escape."
Carrot looked at Jor Al looking at him with regretful eyes. He didn't know what he felt in his heart, so he could only nod his head to express his understanding:
"I understand that you had no choice at the time."
After hearing his son's words, Jor Al seemed to relax a bit, and sighed:
"According to the information Alika learned when she visited Bardock in prison, King Vegeta implanted the life genes of the Saiyan elite into his son Vegeta."
"But your mother chose another path, which is the freedom of lower-level soldiers."
As he listened, there was no expression on Carrot El's face, but the more he looked like this, the less peaceful he seemed.
"Interesting, do the people at the top and the bottom each bear half of their fate?"
Natasha Romanoff felt a little curious about the mysterious direction of this decision.
"At the last moment of destruction, we used the space capsule that Bardock had hidden long ago to send you to Earth."
"Alika and I, as Kryptonians and Saiyans respectively, chose to live and die with our home planet."
At this point, the truth is almost out.
But Jor Al seemed to still have his own ideas about this. He slowly walked towards Carrot, looking into his blue pupils as if entrusting, and as if expecting, and murmured:
"Carrot, I hope you understand that your departure is completely different from King Vegeta's desire to maintain his son's selfish rule."
"Your mother has always been determined to part ways with them once and for all."
"He believes that Saiyans should have their own future, rather than being brutal killing weapons under a ruler."
"That's why I gave you the Al family name."
"When the destruction of the twin stars shines at the end of the galaxy, the sins and shackles of the past will also be annihilated into the dust of the universe."
"And you will start over as a son of hope carrying two worlds. As a son of complete freedom, you will control the direction of all destiny."
"Carrot El, please forgive us for not being able to accompany you."
"Because we can't. We are the remnants of the old era, and we are also the crows trapped in a cage."
As Qiao El's words gradually fell, the doors on both sides of the corridor opened one after another, and the light slowly poured in along with the cold brought by the ice and snow.
Each and every iconic S costume is reflected in everyone's eyes in the Kryptonian's exclusive cloakroom.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Carrot El. Neither Tony nor Natasha spoke.
In the huge spaceship, only a pair of blue eyes were left, quietly staring at the last projected image in front of them.
The black mimetic metal reflected the final destruction of the two planets.
When the woman shouting his name smiled happily in the fireworks that pleased the emperor, she turned into ashes.
When looking at the split of the earth, the man closed his eyes full of nostalgia under the illumination of the red sun.
The light passing through hundreds of billions of planets finally settled on the sky where the legend began.
In the dark, there seemed to be two figures intertwined at this moment.
The bright red cloak set off by her blond hair and blue eyes always carries a smile that is brighter than the sun.
Like the broken glass in time, the purest black is gathered in the interweaving of azure and orange-red.
