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Frieza turned to his father, King Cold, and said calmly, "Father, they're here."
Frieza smiled faintly.
He then looked toward his own son—
And the more he looked, the more satisfied he felt!
Just so ti ago, he had thrown his son into that mysterious world where ti flowed differently than the outside.
And the results… were staggering.
Unsealed!!
A space he himself had been frozen in for fifty years!
Kuriza had talent beyond comprehension—
Even Frieza himself had been shocked.
But... there was only one flaw.
Frieza's eye twitched as he stared at the top of Kuriza's head.
Why is it so pointy?!
Sure, he looked just like him—had monstrous talent too—
But the only thing that ruined the perfect image…
Was that damn pointy head!!
More importantly, Kuriza's personality was too soft!
He was too gentle. Way too gentle.
That wouldn't do.
How could a son of Frieza—the emperor of the universe—be so soft-spoken?
So Frieza had made sure to "discipline" him a bit.
At the very least, he should learn to be ruthless and rciless!
And most importantly—
He should hate the Saiyans!
And now, from the look of things...
Frieza was quite pleased.
Kuriza narrowed his eyes toward a certain direction, his expression uncertain.
He turned to Frieza and asked curiously,
"Father, are you sure they're strong?"
Frieza looked in the sa direction.
After sensing the incoming energies, he understood why his son was questioning them.
The reason was simple—
Their energy levels were too low!
If he rembered correctly, the ones approaching were Piccolo, Krillin, Son Gohan, and a few others.
Frieza gave a mysterious smile.
"Fufufu... Don't rush. These are just appetizers—the real course hasn't arrived yet."
The main dish, of course, referred to Gokū, Vegeta...
And especially—
That Saiyan nad Aishi.
Frieza had heard that Aishi was here too...
A wild smile crept up his face.
"Co on, then... Let's see just how many of you Saiyans are actually worth fighting!"
As he spoke, a dark, terrifying aura began to coil around him...
Nearby—
King Cold shuddered violently.
He glanced at his son in fear.
This dear son of his had never held back when beating him, his own father!
Anyone saying they weren't afraid of him—was lying!
Cooler, on the other hand, wore a grim expression as he looked at Frieza.
To be honest—
If he had the choice, he would rather have been born a Saiyan.
Frieza's talent... his willpower... it was just too terrifying!
For over ten years now, he had withstood the crushing pressure of that mysterious dinsion.
Sure, it was a place where you could grow stronger, refine yourself, evolve...
But honestly—
No one could survive in there forever.
Being cut off from the world, lost in eternal training—
Wasn't that insanity?
And yet...
Frieza never complained.
He never left.
All these years, he trained without rest.
Just thinking about it was enough to terrify soone.
It only proved how deep Frieza's hatred for the Saiyans ran.
Cooler couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the Saiyans.
His little brother was working this hard—purely out of hate for them.
Sure, he hated those wild monkeys too...
But not enough to throw away his sanity like this.
He himself had only lasted two years in that realm.
Still—
Two years in that place had made him imnsely powerful.
Cooler smirked.
"Honestly, brother, I still don't understand how those wild monkeys ever made it to number two on the racial power rankings... Aren't we Frost Demons far superior?"
"Number two!"
Hearing this, King Cold perked up, eyes gleaming.
He looked at Cooler and added,
"Exactly! The Saiyans were just our slaves! And now the ancient records say they're ranked second...?"
Frieza chuckled and shook his head, his tone calm.
"Don't get arrogant. They may look pathetic... but if they're ranked second, it's for a reason."
"We've always treated them like trash, but don't underestimate them!"
"That Aishi is the perfect example..."
At his words, both Cooler and King Cold nodded solemnly.
True.
Those monkeys might be dumb, but their strength... should never be underestimated.
Kuriza narrowed his eyes.
Aishi, huh?
That na had co up more than once from his father's mouth...
Kuriza's eyes turned sharp.
He was going to see for himself just what kind of person this Aishi was.
——
Not long after—
A group of Z-Fighters slowly gathered.
They landed not far from Frieza's forces.
Krillin, Piccolo, Tien, Yamcha, Son Gohan, Majin Buu...
This was the full power Earth had to offer right now.
The mont Krillin laid eyes on that bone-chilling figure—
Frieza.
His face went pale.
His soul felt like it had left his body.
Out of all the enemies he'd faced—
Frieza was the most traumatizing.
His lips trembled as he looked around nervously.
He had co in a patrol uniform, thinking it was just so minor threat...
Had he known Frieza was coming, he wouldn't have dared show up!
Everyone else scanned their surroundings—
Then...
Their expressions sank.
Where's Aishi? Where's Gokū?... Vegeta? Even Broly would be fine!
But—
Not a single one of them showed up!
Krillin's face was heavy.
"What now...? We can't win this on our own!"
Piccolo let out a bitter laugh.
He stared at Frieza, cold sweat dripping down his back.
"Win? You think we can win? Look at that guy—are you serious?!"
"Just us? We won't last five seconds."
Everyone's faces tensed.
Where was their overpowered ally when they needed him?
Wait... There was one—Son Gohan.
But...
Was he really reliable?!
Yamcha turned to Gohan and asked,
"Where's Aishi, Gohan?"
"At a ti like this, we really need him."
Gohan scratched his head sheepishly.
"Uh... I didn't tell Master."
"You what?"
The group fell silent.
Krillin slowly closed his eyes.
"We're dood."
He could already picture the carnage.
Piccolo lowered his head, thinking.
Then he looked up and said calmly,
"This is too big... I'm sure he knows. Just do your best. Stick to the plan."
Stick to the plan...
Everyone thought about it—
Maybe Aishi was watching from the shadows.
All they had to do... was hold out.
——
anwhile.
At an apartnt in West City—
BANG! BANG! BANG!
A fierce battle was unfolding.
It had already gone on for three hours—
But Aishi still hadn't taken down the three won fighting him.
That alone spoke volus about their strength.
No. 18 bit her lip, eyes fixed on Aishi.
"Co on—again!!!"
Aishi narrowed his eyes.
"Haaah!!!"
A golden glow burst from his body.
His hair and eyebrows turned platinum—blindingly bright!
Super Saiyan 1!
Imdiately, No. 18 and the others' expressions shifted.
"You're still using Super Saiyan?!"
"Totally unfair!"
Not long after—
The sound of surrender echoed throughout the room.
The "battle" gradually ca to an end.
Aishi let out a long sigh and looked at the three unconscious won on the floor.
He shook his head.
With how much stronger he had beco...
They simply weren't a match anymore.
Then again—
At this level, only angels might pose a challenge to him now.
Aishi plopped down on the sofa and took a sip of ice water.
His gaze instinctively turned toward a certain direction.
He had already noticed Frieza's arrival—
He'd sensed him the mont he entered the solar system.
But he didn't interfere.
He'd let them co.
Aishi's eyes narrowed.
"Frieza... is he really that strong?"
It didn't make sense.
Not just Frieza—
King Cold, Cooler...
And soone unfamiliar, but whose aura rivaled the rest!
Aishi smiled thoughtfully.
Perfect.
He'd been looking for soone to test his Super Saiyan 5 on...
Shunkan Idō (Instant Transmission).
Aishi vanished from his apartnt—
And appeared on a mountain ridge not far from the confrontation.
He stood silently, observing everything unfold.
And no one noticed...
(End of Chapter)
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