Vegeta's Obsession

Just as Yajirobe had said, Frieza's underlings looked numerous and imposing, but there were very few true experts among them. They were practically being cut down in swathes. Countless dark figures fell from the sky like raindrops, and these aliens who had invaded Earth all perished there.

Sorbet watched from the side, his face nearly twisting with anxiety. These were experts he had painstakingly gathered, yet they had fallen so easily. More importantly, if Lord Frieza decided this made him seem useless, that would be disastrous.

"Ho ho ho, I never expected such a small planet as Earth to have so many remarkable fighters."

After murmuring his praise, Frieza's short figure stepped down from the spaceship. Every step seemed to carry boundless pressure. The air trembled continuously as the oppressive force grew stronger and stronger. Thump, thump, thump. It was like heavy hammers striking their chests. Piccolo and the others went pale, cold sweat instantly breaking out all over them.

"This cold aura is unfathomably deep!"

Meeting Frieza's emotionless, demon-like eyes, everyone stopped, their limbs turning cold.

What kind of gaze was that? It felt as though even looking at it once more would make one tremble.

"Fall back!" Seeing that things were going badly, Gohan frowned and shouted. All the warriors retreated to an open area a thousand meters away.

Frieza chuckled as he watched Gohan and the others nervously retreat. He was in no hurry, instead strolling forward with perfect elegance. The white tail behind him struck the ground. Smack. The hard exposed rock shattered into powder.

The invisible pressure seemed to take physical form. It was as though they were facing a savage monster that had emerged from purgatory, and Gohan and the others did not dare make any rash moves.

"So this is Frieza? Those eyes...