On a planet not far from Planet Metamor.
The human towns on this planet looked as though they had just been massacred. Houses lay collapsed everywhere, the ground was cracked, and smoke filled the air...
"Have you two finished clearing out all the natives on this planet?"
Inside a palace, an eight-year-old boy sat on a throne.
His hairline was high, forming a V across his forehead, and he looked cool, but his voice was as cold as a venomous snake, devoid of any feeling!
Two figures stood below the throne: a burly bald man and a boy with waist-length hair.
The boy's hairstyle was very peculiar. If he dyed his hair golden, he would look somewhat like he was in Super Saiyan 3 form.
"We've cleared out all the natives on this planet." Raditz kept his little head lowered, not daring to meet the eyes of the boy on the throne.
"Glen was ambushed by natives playing dead back then. Don't worry, we won't make that mistake again."
The bald Nappa was also somewhat afraid of the boy with the V-shaped hairline.
The boy on the throne was none other than Vegeta. Hearing the two of them mention Glen, veins suddenly bulged on his forehead, and he said coldly:
"Glen was trash too. An Elite Saiyan, yet he was careless enough to get ambushed by those natives and even have his tail cut off. What an utter disgrace to our Saiyan race!"
"You'd better really have cleared out all the natives on this planet. Otherwise, if you're ambushed, you'll end up just like Glen!"
What had happened to Glen? Naturally, Vegeta had abandoned him!
At that thought, Nappa and Raditz shuddered.
They hurriedly flew out of the palace again. They had to check the planet one more time.
Vegeta was left alone in the palace. He gazed at the empty hall, and there was no telling what he was thinking.
After a while, he rose from the throne.
"Hmph, damn you, Frieza. One day, I'll kill you myself!"
Little Vegeta's eyes were extremely vicious, like those of a little demon.
Three years ago, Planet Vegeta had exploded, and Frieza's attitude toward their squad had taken a sharp turn for the worse.
Whenever they had any free time, they immediately received a new mission. Having time to train was simply impossible!
Vegeta had naturally noticed something too. Back then, before Planet Vegeta exploded, all the Saiyans had received orders to return.
His squad had received that order as well, but he had ignored it at the time.
Yet right after that, Planet Vegeta had exploded.
According to Frieza, Planet Vegeta had been struck by a meteorite, and all the Saiyans had died in that explosion.
Planet Vegeta was struck by a meteorite? Could that be any more ridiculous!
There had been so many powerful fighters on Planet Vegeta. Even setting aside his father, King Vegeta, there was Raditz's father, Bardock.
Bardock had been a powerful fighter with a power level of over 10,000!!
With Bardock there, how could a mere meteorite have destroyed Planet Vegeta?
Clearly... Frieza was lying!
However...
Even knowing that Frieza was lying, Vegeta did not dare openly defy his orders.
So he had left headquarters with his squad.
Over those three years, they had never returned to Frieza Headquarters, and they had kept ignoring its orders.
At first, Vegeta had been a little worried that Frieza might send someone to kill them.
But as time passed, he realized that Frieza seemed to have stopped bothering with them, and orders from headquarters no longer came either.
Vegeta did not know what had happened, but clearly, this was a good thing!
So afterward, Vegeta took his squad members to plunder a planet, then trained on that planet.
Only once they had used up all the supplies would they move on to plunder the next planet.
Yet despite no longer carrying out missions from Frieza Headquarters, Vegeta's squad had still lost members.
Starting with Glen, their numbers had dwindled until only Nappa and Raditz remained in the squad.
"Hmph, a bunch of trash. If they're dead, they're dead!"
Vegeta did not care about his subordinates' deaths at all. He rose from the throne, walked out of the palace, and then took to the air.
It was about time to train!
When Vegeta reached an altitude of a thousand meters, he began continuously forming energy blasts and bombarding the human town below.
This foolish Prince's Fighting Style was Vegeta's daily training method!
Boom-!
Boom-!
After bombarding the ground for over twenty minutes, Vegeta was a little tired. With all this hard training, he should be able to defeat Frieza when the time came!
At the thought of beating Frieza until he knelt and begged for mercy in the future, little Vegeta could not help feeling happy.
Only then did Nappa and Raditz fly back from the horizon. Clearly, they had searched the planet once more with their Scouters.
"Since you're back, both of you come at me together!"
Without waiting for them to react, Vegeta turned into a streak of light and flew toward Raditz and Nappa.
"Oh no, Vegeta's going to use us as punching bags again!" Raditz's expression changed drastically.
"What are you standing around for? You don't think we can get away, do you? Get in there!"
The bald Nappa roared loudly.
Vegeta had possessed a power level of 1,000 at birth (Xiaobai's guess). Eight years had passed, and his power level had now reached 6,000.
Nappa, meanwhile, had a power level of only 2,500. As for that useless Raditz, his measly power level of 600 put him at the very bottom of the food chain.
So even together, the two of them could not possibly escape Vegeta. They were better off fighting back with everything they had. Perhaps that way, they would take a few fewer punches!
Meanwhile.
A medium-sized spaceship streaked through the starry expanse of space. Five figures sat in its cockpit, none other than the five members of the Ginyu Force.
"Apparently, that martial arts prodigy is only nine years old right now. He defeated a powerful fighter with a power level of 100,000 at that age. Do you think that information is reliable?"
The blue-skinned Burter rested his chin in his hand as he spoke thoughtfully.
Jeice sneered. "Our Captain Ginyu has trained for so many years, and even he only has a power level of 120,000. How could a nine-year-old kid have the strength to defeat someone with a power level of 100,000!"
"No, I think it's possible."
A hint of recollection flashed through the purple-skinned Ginyu's eyes, and he continued, "Some people are born with immense power. I once met a powerful individual who had a power level of over a hundred million at birth!"
Boom-!
Aside from Ginyu, the other four members all jolted.
"H-how much?"
"A power level of over a hundred million? That's impossible!"
"How could anyone in this world have a power level of over a hundred million?"
"Captain Ginyu, are you sure you're not talking nonsense?"
The four Ginyu Force members all began talking at once.
Ginyu inwardly shook his head. He was talking about their king, because back then, he had once considered swapping bodies with Frieza, but in the end...
Suddenly!
"Captain Ginyu, I think I've found Vegeta on that nearby planet!"
Recoome looked at the ship's Dragon Radar. The landing site of Vegeta and his companions' spaceships had suddenly appeared.
"Vegeta?"
Ginyu's gaze suddenly turned icy. "Apparently, that brat seems to be planning to betray our Frieza Force. Come on, let's eliminate him for King Frieza first!"
Burter froze for a moment, then asked, "What about that martial arts prodigy? If we don't go recruit him, will King Frieza be angry?"
"Isn't he sparring with someone on Planet Metamor right now? Eliminating Vegeta won't take long. Once we've killed him, there'll still be plenty of time to find that martial arts prodigy."
"Yes!"
The medium-sized spaceship suddenly changed direction, flying toward the planet where Vegeta was.