Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

Saiyans are all big eaters, and Tomat is no exception. When they are extremely hungry, it's as if they have a built-in energy converter in their stomachs. No one knows why they can eat so much at once, and their weight doesn't change after eating so much food.

Moreover, Tomat is now eating exquisitely prepared food. Even the nutritional salad that they consider a horror legend of Rhodes Island tastes far better to Tomat than the Legion nutritional supplements, Saiyan-style semi-cooked roast meat, or alien raw meat that he has been eating for more than ten years.

So much so that the cafeteria staff who saw him eating with a touched expression subconsciously recalled a certain operator who joined Rhodes Island because the food from the Reunion Movement was too bad.

However, when the employees discovered that Tomat could even eat a nutritious salad with relish, they were horrified to realize that this man, whose resume stated he was eighteen years old, had been surviving on such unpalatable food all these years, which was at least worse than the Reunion Movement's food described by the operative.

So they were all happy to let Tomat eat more, and this situation lasted for three days.

However, due to his enormous appetite, in order to prevent him from affecting the meals of other operators, the Rhodes Island cafeterias agreed to each provide a certain amount of food for Thomas and to allow him to avoid peak meal times.

Even so, this still posed a huge challenge to the canteen staff.

"If the staff at the First Canteen can do it, then we can do it too!"

"He's here!"

The staff of the second canteen are ready to take on the challenge!

Thirty minutes later.

The entire staff of the second canteen has perished...

Wait, there's another man standing there!

"I really feel bad about eating so much." Tomat piled the last plate on a small mountain of dishes that made his words completely unconvincing. "Horn, I think I ate even more than last time. Won't this cause you financial losses?"

He was talking to the cafeteria worker who, after enduring the ordeal of cooking hell, still had the energy to help clear the dishes. The worker, called Horn Peak, was a muscular man with horns and a wavy, tufted hair. Apart from the apron he wore to prevent his clothes from getting splattered with dirt, Horn Peak's all-black attire stood out from the other exhausted workers.

“No, last time, someone added an extra zero to the head chef’s ingredient purchase order, and the purchasing department actually bought ten times the amount. There’s just not enough space for refrigeration, so having someone help us use up more ingredients is a huge help.” Horn Peak easily moved the mountain of tableware off the table as he spoke.

"And I heard from the messenger that you were also helping to move supplies for the logistics department, and you were doing it quite quickly. As for food expenses... that should be enough, it should be." Horn Peak nodded repeatedly, after all, his appetite was indeed quite incredible.

Although Tomat is a special reserve operator, he doesn't distinguish between professions when doing regular work. Just like Cliffheart, a formal heavy armor operator, is always cooking in the kitchen when he doesn't have a designated mission.

"I can't keep eating like this every day. I'll gradually adjust my appetite. It should be at least half of what it is now."

Even if it's reduced to half, that's still enough for dozens of people.

Of course, he can eat about the same as a normal person, provided he doesn't expend too much energy. Otherwise, the hunger caused by overusing his body would render his power useless. Even though he is a Saiyan, perhaps it is precisely because of the excessive consumption caused by using his power that Saiyans have developed the characteristics of having a large appetite and not being picky about food.

With a serious expression, Horn suppressed the urge to complain about Tomat's digestive system. As if remembering something, he changed the subject and said, "By the way, you can eat more at tonight's party. It would be good to take this opportunity to get to know the operators on the island better. Come join us. The chefs and I will prepare extra food."

"reunion?"

"It was mainly organized by operators who admire Ace for his recovery," Cliffheart explained.

"But I heard that Ace's team members have already... Is it appropriate to have a party to celebrate?"

His teammates were killed, and he became the sole survivor, losing an arm in the process. Although surviving was a stroke of luck, it was hardly something to celebrate compared to the misfortune he had suffered.

"No, it's more about calming people down than celebrating. The E3 team's situation has unsettled many operators, not just the new recruits, but also some veterans. This gathering was initiated by Ace himself; he didn't want his team's losses to affect the overall atmosphere of Rhodes Island." Cliffheart continued in a steady voice, "Pain will be remembered, but that doesn't mean it should become a persistent torment. As the Lady... no, the Saintess of Kallan said, 'Mourning the dead is precisely to help the living move forward better,' and I'm sure Ace believes the same..."

"Although I don't know him very well, from your description, he really is a tough guy, and it seems like we have a special connection. I'll attend the party tonight."

Tomat was there to see Ace, not to eat, absolutely not!

Rhode Island First Cabin Public Dining Room, 8 PM.

It was called a party, but there weren't many decorations. Various foods and drinks were simply placed on tables pieced together, allowing the participating operators to help themselves, chat, and wander around.

However, the focus of the crowd was still on the recovered Ace. He picked up a glass of Kjerag beer with his right hand, which was fitted with a simple prosthetic leg, and gestured to the operators around him to cheer. He also showed a hearty smile, which made the atmosphere of the party not as heavy as expected due to some unavoidable discussions. Rather, it developed as Ace had hoped.

"You must be Tomat." Ace, who had shaved his beard for surgery, had a particularly bright smile. "Although you're not wearing the same clothes as before, I still recognize your hairstyle. I was really surprised to hear that the person who saved my life has joined Rhodes Island."

When Ace spoke to him, he quickly swallowed the food in his mouth without even chewing it and replied, "It's just fate. You seem to be recovering well, but is it okay to drink alcohol so soon after you've recovered?"

"Haha, among our elite operators, apart from those who aren't old enough to drink, there are actually very few who can't drink." Ace laughed, and an operator holding two glasses of beer immediately handed one to Thomas. "Come on, have a good drink. You should be old enough to drink, right?"

Faced with Tomat's somewhat weathered eighteen-year-old male face, Ace hesitated.

"Let's drink! As long as we have enough snacks to go with the drinks!"

Although he was only eighteen years old, Saiyans didn't care about such things. They didn't have good food, but they did have proper alcohol. After all, liquids were much easier to store than food in a tenfold gravity environment. It was just that the food was not good, so he didn't have much interest in drinking.

In other words, whether he can hold his liquor well or not is also unknown.

But who's afraid of who? I'm a Saiyan, a few drinks are nothing!

Thomas thought to himself.

Three minutes later.

"I...I give up...I need to go to the deck for some fresh air. Does anyone have a vomit bag?"

"Although you were very brave when you saved me, you were really lame when you drank. How many cups did you have?"

"Oh, he ran away."

Dizzy and disoriented, he moved toward the deck platform of Rhodes Island. The fresh air of the deserted area sobered Tomat's drunken mind considerably.

"Oh no, did that doctor put something in my drink? I almost passed out after just a few glasses..."

With no one around, the only sound was the roar of the ship tearing through the earth as it moved forward. Gazing into the distance from this lone steel behemoth, bathed in the bright moonlight, seemed to be a rather elegant experience.

Tomat decided to stay there a little longer, at least until his churning stomach calmed down...

Something seems off?

Why is it so bright around us?

Ah, so it's the moon. No wonder.

"Huh? The moon?"

This was the first time Tomat had ever seen Terra's full moon.

The sound of a heartbeat rose higher and higher, drowning out the sound of the wind.

Acknowledgments at the end of the chapter

Thank you to the angels who immediately contributed a lot of helpful posts after listening to my complaints yesterday!!

Thank you so much!

[Main Text] Saiyans, reporting for duty!: Chapter Ten: The Great Transformation Under the Full Moon

The full moon—or rather, the 1700 million-wavelength bultz light refracted by the full moon—has a strong attraction for Saiyans and those with Saiyan blood. They subconsciously receive this light with their eyes and are influenced by it, such as becoming more ferocious or gaining increased strength. If this behavior lasts for more than ten seconds, the Saiyan's body will undergo tremendous changes...

Change? No, that's a natural disaster, a self-propelled natural disaster that roams the universe.

Its name is "Saiyan Gigantopithecus".

Saiyans will transform into giant apes, increasing their fighting power tenfold.

Within Frieza's army, where Thomas served, class strength was determined by combat prowess, and people had the following understanding of combat prowess:

"With a 10% advantage, the stronger player will gradually gain the upper hand in a protracted battle."

"With a 20% advantage, the stronger player will definitely win under normal circumstances."

"With a 30% advantage, the stronger individual can easily suppress the opponent in battle."

"If the difference is fifty percent or more, it will not constitute a battle, but an instant kill."

Two weaklings are no match for a terrifyingly weakling.

Why are Saiyans, whose basic combat strength is not higher than that of certain combat-specialized races, still recognized as a warrior race rather than other races?

This is the reason.

Their entire race can enhance their combat capabilities to this extent. Even if the target is an entire planet, as long as they send out combat squads that can transform into giant apes, they can complete the assault within a few days. The length of time depends solely on whether the objective is to annihilate the native inhabitants or to destroy the planet.

This is merely an evaluation of combat power, which is "not simply a matter of adding up pure data."

After transforming into a giant ape, its speed won't decrease, and its skills won't disappear. Perhaps the only thing that will change is its rationality.

Some people will completely lose their minds, while others can retain some of them, and only a very few can remain completely unaffected.

If we measure Tomat's sanity by data, 100 points is the maximum under normal circumstances. When he transforms into a giant ape, he probably has 50 points left. However, when he is drunk, his sanity may only be 50 points.

Then, for every second you stare directly at the moon, your sanity will decrease by five points.

Normally, he could probably force himself to stop looking directly at the moon, because almost every Saiyan has undergone this kind of training to prevent them from turning into irrational giant apes on their home planet.

But now he was in a drunken, hazy state, and the stimulation from the Brütz lights was coursing through his body, seemingly numbing his senses and thoughts.

He was staring greedily at the moon.

Five seconds passed!

"My consciousness is starting to fade..."

Its eyes were bloodshot, its muscles were bulging, and the tail wrapped around its waist began to wag back and forth in an unusually excited state.

His canines elongated, his ears became pointed, his heavy breathing was out of control, and his surging blood, carrying a bone-scorching heat, flowed throughout his body.

Some kind of force was tearing at his body, as if it were about to burst out of him.

"At least... stay away!! There's a child around here who's been following me for the past few days... I can't let her see this!!"

A hazy consciousness gives the body its final instructions.

Gather all your energy, then take flight!

But the eyes reflecting the full moon never left the sky.

"This is red."

A crimson figure emerged from the shadows of the deck. She lowered her voice, watching Tomat's departing figure, and reported into the communicator.

"what happened?"

Kal'tsit's voice came from the other end of the communicator.

"The operator you asked me to monitor suddenly unleashed a chilling killing intent upon reaching the deck, then swiftly flew away using Originium Arts of unknown origin, heading towards a valley in the wilderness, as if he had discovered something and was deliberately heading there... Moreover, he is very close to the mobile city-state of Lungmen, which is also in our direction of progress." The crimson shadow continued to transmit the information to Kal'tsit, "Red can't fly, so he got away, therefore, please give the next instructions."

"...You stand by. Also, the navigator will change course to avoid that valley. In addition, the reconnaissance agents will be notified to strengthen their vigilance over the surrounding area."

Just as Kal'tsit issued the order, a new communication came in, the message being from Mechanist, the Rhodes Island technical development team leader.

"Mechanist, what's wrong?"

"Dr. Kelsey, something terrible has happened!"

The flustered tone on the other end made Kal'tsit frown without anyone seeing it.