A Season of Turmoil

Even in my Silver form, I was no match for that Saiyan. After all these years, that Saiyan must have become even stronger. I'll need to train in seclusion for a while longer...

Frieza thought coldly. His more than ten years in Hell had not been entirely without benefit. At the very least, enduring the music of those hateful "little angels" had tempered his will and given him the potential to make another breakthrough.

Frieza believed that he only needed a few more months to achieve another breakthrough.

"Heh heh, let them enjoy themselves for a little longer. Once my training is complete, it will be the end of those Saiyans. Then I'll show you just how formidable I am."

As he thought this, an icy chill spread from Frieza and swept through the spaceship. It was as though dozens of freezers had been switched on at once, sending the temperature plunging below freezing. Standing beside Frieza, Sorbet felt the bone-chilling cold all the more keenly.

He wiped away his sweat, his heart already tense.

The only consolation was that Lord Frieza did not seem to have any intention of immediately seeking revenge against those Saiyans.

More than ten days later, a small spacecraft arrived on Earth.

At Earth's Sacred Temple, Chi-Chi and Dende lived in the spacious palace.

That day, a young Namekian arrived at the Sacred Temple, bringing devastating news from New Namek.

"New Namek was destroyed?" The sudden news left Dende stunned. He quickly became grief-stricken and asked the young Namekian about the details. "What exactly happened? Tell me everything carefully."

The young Namekian was only slightly older than Dende. He said sorrowfully, "More than ten days ago, a group of evil aliens entered New Namek. The moment they arrived, they demanded our Dragon Balls. Fearing