Amid the ruins of a city in western Planet Frieza, collapsed buildings lay everywhere. Trees planted along the roads had been cut cleanly in half, their withered branches and leaves scattered across the ground. When the wind blew, leaves and scraps of paper drifted through the air, which was filled with a pungent smell.
On a public road riddled with cracks and breaks, a large group of people staggered forward. The once smooth, beautiful mechanized road had split into segments, with dense spiderweb-like cracks covering its surface. Sparks continuously burst from the fissures, and now and then, a violent explosion sent a fireball slowly rising into the sky.
Looking at the once-prosperous city reduced beyond recognition, every Fidayan's eyes were filled with sorrow. The resentment of being weak lingered in their hearts.
"Dokla, your Fidayan spacecraft is nearby?" Chaya asked the Fidayan leader calmly.
"Yes, my lord. We'll be there soon. That spacecraft was an emergency backup vessel, docked in an underground shipyard up ahead!" Dokla, the Fidayan leader, was walking at the rear. Upon hearing Chaya's question, he hurriedly answered.
The aliens' attack had come too suddenly. Before the Fidayans could react, disaster had already descended upon them.
Thus, the spacecraft docked at the Spaceport and within the major fortresses had been destroyed immediately. Now, the only vessel on Fidaya capable of taking off was that backup spacecraft meant for special circumstances.
"Mm. Pick up the pace. Those aliens have Scouters. If you're too slow, they'll find you." Chaya frowned slightly as he looked at them.
"Yes, yes!"
Dokla's expression changed in alarm. He nodded frantically, then raised his voice and shouted for everyone to move faster.
Having struggled on the brink of life and death, these Fidayans were already filled with terror toward Frieza's alien subordinates. Hearing that