In the blink of an eye, the Fidayan Civilization's spaceship had been traveling through space for over a month.
In the silent, unfathomable depths of space, a massive silver-gray spacecraft sped across the boundless starry sky like a long dragon.
Inside the ship's central control room, the Fidayans continuously searched with their intelligent computers for a suitable planet to dock at. They diligently kept their eyes fixed on the displays.
Soon, a pale yellow planet appeared on the screen. After a few operations, it was projected onto the large display along with its data: "Pale yellow rocky terrestrial planet. Age: 2.2 billion years. Diameter: 8,300 kilometers. Severe climate storms. Unsuitable for long-term habitation."
It was a relatively small rocky planet, and its planetary atmosphere was strange and highly unpredictable.
"Looks like it can only serve as a temporary docking point." Dokla quickly calculated the ship's energy requirements as he examined the data on the screen.
"Yes. We're already far from Fidaya, so the Frieza Force won't find us anytime soon. Land the ship on that planet and resupply."
The Fidayans were an exceptionally advanced technological civilization. Given only the bare minimum conditions needed for life, they could use technology to transform the environment. Unfortunately, such technology could not be used on their homeworld, because Fidaya had already entered Frieza's sights.
"Once this place has been established as a foothold, continue designing the gravity training chamber and get it built as soon as possible!" The hatch opened, and Chaya walked in wearing a brand-new battle suit.
It was the Fidayans' latest design. Its appearance was gorgeous and noble, while the pure white material clung tightly to the body and could change size according to the wearer's movements. In battle, it minimized interference with the body to the greatest extent possible.
"Lord