In the universe.
Inside a colossal Frieza spaceship.
Central control room.
Frieza sat upon his newly crafted Throne, gently swirling a wine glass in his hand as he savored the rich taste of the wine.
At his side, his trusted subordinate Zarbon was reporting everything that had happened within the army over the past few days.
There were two key points.
First, his dear father had gradually swallowed up his army for the sake of power, only to be killed by a Super Saiyan shortly after he began.
Frieza had expected this. During his training, he had vaguely sensed it.
It was a special perception brought about by increased strength, as well as a unique ability of their race.
Second was the factionalism that had emerged within the army over the past two years.
Everyone believed that he had died as well, or was hiding away somewhere, which led those with ambitions to carve out their own territories and develop independently.
He had anticipated this too, but he did not care.
To him, it was like a large-scale game. Hiding for a while before reappearing only gave him more entertainment.
Finally, Zarbon informed Frieza of the latest intelligence they had recently obtained.
Since the Saiyans had always been a primary focus, Vegeta and Nappa within the army had remained under their surveillance.
A month ago, Vegeta's Scouter had intercepted a message.
The Super Saiyan group really was on Earth! This was precisely the news Frieza most wanted to hear.
"You have worked hard, Mr. Zarbon. During the two years I was absent, you have rendered great service." Frieza placed great importance on his trusted subordinates, especially Zarbon and Dodoria.
"Lord Frieza, you flatter me. It is simply my duty. Also, I have been sending messages to Vegeta over the past