Time flew by, and five years and three months passed in the blink of an eye.
Age 745.
On Planet Frieza No. 0003.
Inside the grand Imperial Palace, whose interior was extravagantly luxurious.
At a time like this, Frieza would normally either be enjoying life or admiring the territory of his universal empire! But today, he had no mood for either, because he had received a specially published novel from his Big Brother Cooler titled: "Saiyans: Starting with Escaping Planet Vegeta."
The novel involved the Saiyans, involved him! It even involved his Frieza Army! Five years!
For a full five years, he had only learned today that a group of Saiyan Monkeys had been secretly opposing him—and disgustingly sabotaging him.
Most crucially, his supposedly loyal subordinates had concealed the matter from him. Not only had the army suffered heavy losses, but over the past few months, they had lost control of numerous planets, and countless soldiers had died because of it.
As Frieza read the five-year report in his hand, his expression darkened to the extreme.
He could not remember the last time he had been this furious.
A heavy oppressive presence spread throughout the entire palace.
"Can anyone tell me who made this decision? Who suppressed these reports and kept them from reaching me?" Frieza's intimidating tone left everyone in the hall too afraid to respond, let alone breathe loudly.
What enraged Frieza most was that his Big Brother Cooler had mocked him behind his back! Cooler had known everything long ago, while Frieza himself had remained in the dark! It should have been a trivial matter. If he had known earlier, he could have snuffed it out in its cradle.
But as one small matter piled atop another, those foolish subordinates had not only failed to eliminate those