Omnitrix Tyrant: The Strategist of Universe 7

Chapter 4: Seeds of Rebellion

The harsh winds of Planet Vegeta's desert-like terrain whipped against Ben's face as he trudged through the endless training grounds. His body was sore, the bruises from his previous matches barely healed, but he didn't mind. Every pain, every wound, was a reminder of how far he'd come in the short time he'd been here. And it was a testament to his survival—something that would be key for what was to come.

Today, however, something felt different.

Ben could sense the unease in the air. It was subtle at first—an undercurrent of whispers, the way Saiyans exchanged nervous glances when they thought no one was watching.

Frieza was getting closer. He could feel it.

As he walked through the training grounds, his eyes scanned the horizon, taking in the vast, barren landscape. A few dozen Saiyan warriors were sparring, their power levels fluctuating with each strike. The air crackled with the energy of constant combat—a perfect reflection of this planet's brutal, unforgiving nature. But Ben wasn't focused on the warriors. His attention was elsewhere.

He spotted one of the guards from the previous day—a member of the Elite Saiyan Guard—standing by a rocky outcrop, his arms crossed as he watched the battles unfold. The scouter on the guard's face flickered with data as he monitored the fights.

Ben narrowed his eyes. The Elite Saiyan Guards were loyal to King Vegeta, their strength feared by all but the most powerful. They were the ones who kept the Saiyan race in check, ensuring that only the strong rose to power.

And, with Frieza's looming arrival, it was likely that even the Elite Guards would be affected.

---

Later that evening, Ben was in the barracks when he overheard something that made his blood run cold.

Two low-class Saiyans—barely stronger than the average fighter—were talking in hushed voices, their eyes darting nervously around the room. Ben, ever the opportunist, slid closer, pretending to adjust his bedding.

"Have you heard?" one of them whispered.

"Yeah, the whispers are getting louder. Frieza's finally coming, and with him, the purge." The other Saiyan's voice trembled slightly. "You think... you think this time King Vegeta will be able to stop him?"

Ben's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't expected this. While he knew Frieza's eventual betrayal was inevitable, hearing it discussed so openly sent a chill through him.

"The purge is coming," the first Saiyan said in a low voice. "Frieza's orders will be clear. King Vegeta won't be able to stop it this time."

Ben bit back a smile. This was the perfect time to make his move. The seeds of rebellion were already being sown, and soon, the Saiyans would be in disarray. But the question was—how could he use this to his advantage?

He couldn't just sit idly by and wait for things to unfold. He needed to act now.

---

The following day, Ben ventured into the outskirts of the training grounds. It was a little quieter today, the usual brawls and shouts subdued by the growing tension. It didn't take long before Ben found an opportunity to approach a group of disgruntled Saiyans. They were the ones who had been questioning Vegeta's leadership, the ones who doubted the strength of their king.

They were hungry for change.

Ben had learned something important in the short time he'd been on Planet Vegeta: Saiyans, despite their strength, were deeply divided. While they outwardly appeared united under the leadership of King Vegeta, beneath the surface, there was resentment. Some were loyal to Vegeta, others were loyal only to their own power and ambitions.

The key was to find the right people.

A Saiyan with a large scar over his left eye looked at Ben suspiciously. He was one of the leaders of this discontented group.

"Who are you?" the Saiyan asked, his voice low and guarded.

Ben smirked. "Someone who sees the writing on the wall."

The Saiyan raised an eyebrow. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

Ben stepped closer, lowering his voice to ensure no one else could hear. "Frieza is coming. King Vegeta will never be able to stop him. It's time to start planning for what comes next."

The Saiyan's eyes flickered with interest. "You don't know anything about Frieza, kid. No one has ever been able to defy him. Not Vegeta, not anyone."

Ben chuckled, the sound harsh and cynical. "You're wrong. Vegeta might not be able to stop Frieza, but we don't need him to. What we need is someone who can think ahead. Someone who knows how to play the game."

The scarred Saiyan eyed him for a long moment, weighing Ben's words. Then, with a reluctant nod, he turned to the others. "Alright. We'll listen to what you have to say."

---

Ben spent the next few days planting the seeds of rebellion in the hearts of the dissatisfied Saiyans. He didn't promise them power or glory—he promised them survival. If they wanted to have any chance against Frieza, they would need to work together. And if they wanted to overthrow Vegeta's reign, they would need to be smart, not just strong.

Ben knew better than anyone how to manipulate people. He could see the way the others followed him—how they hung on his every word, how they started to believe that they could do what they'd always thought impossible: rise up against the tyrants who ruled their fate.

It wasn't long before a small faction of Saiyans began to form around him. They were the ones who believed that Frieza's arrival would be the beginning of the end, but they also understood that survival meant adapting. Ben was their leader, even if they didn't realize it yet.

---

Days passed in a blur of constant training, planning, and tension. Ben's group grew quietly but steadily. He made sure to remain in the shadows, never drawing attention to himself, and always keeping his true strength hidden. No one could know what he was capable of—not yet.

His focus remained on Frieza and the eventual purge, but in the meantime, he made sure to keep the weak and disillusioned Saiyans by his side. They were his greatest asset—their desperation and fear made them easy to manipulate.

Ben didn't just want to survive in this universe. He wanted to control it. And the first step was to weaken Vegeta's hold over his own people. Once Frieza arrived, he would strike. But for now, all he could do was wait, watching as the rebellion he had sparked slowly gained momentum.

As the days wore on, Ben couldn't shake the feeling that something was coming—a storm on the horizon. It wasn't just Frieza's arrival. Something bigger was brewing, and Ben intended to be at the center of it.

When the time came, he would have the power to make the universe bend to his will.

But until then, he would play the part of the obedient, weak Saiyan, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

---