Frieza

Of all anime, Dragon Ball was absolutely the most blood-pumping and had the highest power levels (no arguments accepted).

Gran had come to this world and even become a Saiyan. He did not want to fade into obscurity in this passionate world, nor did he want to die inexplicably like an ant from the aftershock of some powerhouse's battle!

He too yearned for blood-boiling battles, wanted to enjoy the thrill of breaking through his limits, and wanted to stand atop the pyramid and look down upon all living beings...

Most importantly, Vegeta had nearly gotten him killed right after he had transmigrated here. He had to beat Vegeta until he was crawling around looking for his teeth!

Of course, all of that required great strength!

And now, he had an opportunity.

Whis was the Grand Minister's son, Beerus's attendant, and also Beerus's Master.

Aside from Beerus's own talent, Whis deserved all the credit for his immense strength.

Whis was a born guide, and no one knew the extent of his power. If there was anyone in this world best suited to be Gran's Master, it could only be Whis!

Seeing that Whis said nothing, Gran continued, "I won't ask you to teach me for nothing. I'll be responsible for all your meals from now on. That'll be my payment. What do you think?"

Gran had humbled himself greatly. Was that embarrassing?

Embarrassing my ass!

For the sake of becoming stronger, even Dragon Ball's protagonists, Goku and Vegeta, had been more humble when begging Whis and Beerus!

Even they had gone that far, so why couldn't Gran?

This was Whis!!

Forget merely making food for Whis. If Whis could really teach him to train, he would even run naked if he had to!

When Whis continued to say nothing, Gran suddenly grew uneasy.

No way, had he not conquered Whis's stomach yet? That shouldn't be possible!

Just as Gran was beginning to despair.

"Alright."

Whis gave a slight nod.

Gran froze for a moment, then instantly reacted. It worked!!!

"Thank you, Mr. Whis!"

Gran jumped up and down in excitement.

Seeing how excited the little brat was, Whis's lips curled upward slightly.

If Whis had not intended to let Gran stay in the God of Destruction Realm, why would he have brought him here?

The changes in Gran's Dimension were simply too strange, and they had indeed piqued Whis's curiosity. He wanted to see what secrets this little fellow was hiding.

Of course, the payment this little fellow had mentioned could not be left out either!!!!

"Although I agreed to guide your training, you may not be able to stay in the God of Destruction Realm for long," Whis suddenly said.

?

Gran instantly calmed down from his excitement. His little brows furrowed together. What did Whis mean by that?

"Since you've read the History Book of your Saiyan Clan, you should know that the master of the God of Destruction Realm is the God of Destruction."

Whis turned and glanced at the palace where Beerus slept.

Gran immediately understood. "You mean that if Lord Beerus wakes up, he'll drive me away, right?"

"Drive you away?"

Whis shook his head and smiled faintly. "Considering how much Lord Beerus dislikes the Saiyan Clan, he might even destroy you."

Hearing the word "destroy," Gran shuddered violently.

"Destruction" was the God of Destruction's ultimate move. It could destroy anything weaker than itself.

Once something was destroyed, not even the Dragon God could restore it!

Of course, the Super Dragon was an exception.

Gran thought of Beerus's cool pose when using "Destruction," and he instantly forgot his fear, becoming wildly excited instead!

Since Whis has agreed to teach me, I absolutely have to learn Destruction too!

No!

I should learn every single ability Whis has!

Watching Gran's expression constantly change, Whis's mouth twitched.

What exactly is this little fellow thinking? He should be afraid of Beerus waking up right now!

Why does he seem so excited instead?

"I'm not afraid. As far as I know, Lord Beerus seems to like delicious food too."

Gran suddenly spoke, his voice childish. "Even Mr. Whis has been won over by my cooking. I refuse to believe Lord Beerus can resist it!"

Rumble—!

Whis's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

This little fellow was right. Given Beerus's obsession with food, he really might spare Gran.

This was bad!

Then he would not be the only one who got to enjoy that kind of food anymore!!!

"Mr. Whis, what's wrong?" Gran held back a laugh. Naturally, he knew what Whis was thinking.

"You..."

Whis looked at him resentfully and said irritably, "You brat really know us well."

Gran shut his mouth. He did not dare say another word.

"Alright, adjust yourself today. I'll guide your training tomorrow. And don't forget the payment you promised."

"Yes."

Gran sighed in relief. Luckily, Whis did not continue questioning him.

With Whis's magic, a small house appeared by the lake, and Gran officially settled down in the God of Destruction Realm.

Frieza Headquarters.

This planet was filled with a technological, industrial atmosphere. Inside a palace.

"Lord Frieza, that brat Vegeta has completed the planet-cleansing mission," said a handsome man. He was Sabot.

"Mm. Don't give him time to train. Continue assigning him new missions."

Frieza, seated in a Baby Pod, spoke slowly.

Frieza was covered in a layer of hard armor. He had blood-red eyes, purplish-black lips, and two streaks beneath his eyes resembling tear tracks.

He looked utterly sinister!

"Yes."

Sabot hesitated, as though he wanted to say something.

Frieza narrowed his eyes and asked in a hoarse voice, "What is it?"

"Lord Frieza, one Saiyan is missing from Vegeta's squad."

Sabot continued his report. "According to a recording sent back by the Scouter, that Saiyan was named Gran. He was seriously injured in an ambush by natives, but Vegeta abandoned him in the end."

"Ohohoho~~"

Frieza suddenly burst into laughter, his voice as cold and sinister as a venomous snake.

Sabot could not help but shudder. He did not dare say anything at all right now, afraid that his king would suddenly use him as a target.

"There are barely any Saiyans left in the entire Saiyan Clan, yet this Saiyan Prince still abandons his own people. That brat Vegeta is cold-blooded enough, and stupid enough too!"

Frieza laughed until tears formed at the corners of his eyes, then shifted his gaze. "Mr. Sabot, don't you agree?"

Cold-blooded?

Who in this world was more cold-blooded than Frieza? Naturally, Sabot did not dare say that. He sneered along with him.

"Indeed, he is stupid enough. How could such a foolish race possibly produce a Legendary Super Saiyan!"

Hearing that, Frieza nodded in satisfaction. "Very good. How could such a foolish race possess a Super Saiyan? Mr. Sabot, you truly are incomparably wise. You may leave now."

"Yes!"

Sabot gave a bow, then hurriedly turned and left the palace. He had no desire to remain beside his moody king any longer.

Sure enough, just as he stepped out of the palace gates, Frieza's cold, sinister laughter suddenly rang out from within again.

Sabot shuddered from head to toe. Without looking back, he quickly flew away.

Elsewhere.

Five-year-old Little Vegeta returned to Frieza Headquarters. Not long after leaving his spaceship, he received another new mission through the Communication Device.

Vegeta's little face twisted with rage. "Damn it, is Frieza really treating me like free labor!!"

Raditz cautiously asked, "What's wrong?"

"Shut up! Get on the spaceship already!"

Vegeta jumped into the spaceship, then looked back and said, "You'd better not hold me back, or you'll end up just like Gran!"

Vegeta, who had not yet been influenced by Bulma, was still far too evil. His words made every member of his squad shudder.

"Yes!"

Several small spaceships shot into the sky in trails of fire and soon vanished from Frieza Headquarters.