Inside a palace at Frieza Headquarters.
"King Frieza, Vegeta has returned from another mission," Dodoria said, bowing toward the upper part of the palace.
A "baby carriage" hovered above the palace, with Frieza seated inside. He said mildly, "Has the surveillance equipment sent back any information?"
"Your Majesty, Vegeta's squad lost another Saiyan. There are six left in his squad now."
"Anything else?"
"Oh, right, Your Majesty. According to Vegeta, quite a few Saiyans are still scattered out there."
Dodoria grinned wickedly. "Raditz's younger brother is among them. He was supposedly exiled to a barren planet. That planet seems to be called Earth."
"Earth? Never heard of it. How strong is he?"
"..."
Dodoria suddenly went red in the face from holding it in.
Frieza's expression darkened. "Hmm?"
Dodoria hurriedly apologized. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. It's just that Raditz's little brother's power level is so ridiculous. His power level at birth was only two!"
"A power level of two?!!"
Frieza's pupils abruptly contracted, and the corners of his eyes twitched wildly.
A Saiyan with a power level of only two!!!
Was that a number a person could even achieve? Surely even a dog was stronger than that!
Frieza's face instantly turned bright red, and he could no longer hold it in.
"Ohohoho~~~"
"..."
Dodoria had always thought his king's laughter sounded like an idiot's, but he didn't dare say so.
"Your Majesty, since there are still so many Saiyans out there, should we send people to eliminate them to prevent future trouble?"
"Do you think a cripple with a power level of only two needs our attention? Don't waste time."
Frieza stopped laughing at once and waved a hand. "Go. Keep sending Vegeta on planet-clearing missions. My planet-selling business can't do without those few."
"Yes!"
His king was a little unpredictable, but what was wrong with his king just wanting to be a real estate mogul in space?
Following the king meant a life of luxury, and Dodoria still held his king in high regard!
Dodoria bowed and left the palace. Soon after he left, idiotic laughter rang out in the palace again:
"Ohohoho~~~"
"They can even produce a cripple with a power level of two. How dare a trash race like that call themselves a warrior race?!"
Meanwhile.
Little Vegeta had only recently returned to Frieza Headquarters when he received another mission. His face immediately turned pitch-black.
Raditz, who stood beside him, asked, "Vegeta, what's wrong?"
Little Vegeta turned to him, his voice full of killing intent. "That bastard Frieza is sending us out on another mission!"
"What?"
Nappa flew into a rage. "Is he really treating us like beasts of burden?!"
"Shut up!"
Little Vegeta held back the anger in his heart. Ever since his Planet Vegeta had exploded, the treatment his squad received had taken a sharp turn for the worse.
"Let's go!"
Defy Frieza's orders? Little Vegeta was young, but he wasn't stupid.
Without Planet Vegeta backing him, if he dared disobey Frieza's orders, the Ginyu Force would probably eliminate him the very next second!
"Doesn't he always want us to go on missions? Fine, we'll go on a mission, but this time we won't come back for three years!"
"Yes!"
Raditz and the others' eyes lit up.
Soon, seven small spacecraft left Frieza Headquarters again.
God of Destruction Realm.
Another week had passed, and Glen had been in the God of Destruction Realm for over a month.
"Hah!!"
A sturdy-looking little fellow hovered in the air. He fired an energy blast ahead of him, then turned into a streak of light and chased after it.
When he reached the front of the energy blast, he thrust both hands forward and fired another energy blast from his palms.
Boom-!
A deafening explosion instantly rang out in the sky.
"He really has mastered every bit of strength in his body. This kid really is a monster!"
Whis stood by the lake, watching the commotion in the sky. He couldn't help nodding.
The smoke overhead vanished, and Glen came back into view. The collision between the energy blasts hadn't hurt him.
"It's still too violent!"
Glen hovered in the air, looking at his hands.
It had been over a month since he arrived in the Dragon Ball world. He had first come to the God of Destruction Realm, then entered a mysterious world and spent his time fleeing for his life.
As for the increase in his strength, according to Whis, his power level had now reached 320,000.
Some people might say that gaining so little power after more than a month under an Angel's guidance was a bit too little!
In fact, it wasn't!
Strictly speaking, Whis hadn't even guided Glen's training yet. He had only sent Glen into that mysterious world once.
Besides, Glen was only six years old, and he was still at the stage of building his foundation.
On top of that, his potential had only recently been awakened. He had managed to raise his power level from 160,000 to 320,000 largely thanks to all those times he had fled for his life in the mysterious world!
"Mr. Whis."
Glen descended from the sky and said helplessly, "I feel like my power is still too violent. It keeps making me misjudge things in battle!"
"Ohohoho~"
Whis smiled. "It's very good that you've noticed that."
"Then what should I do to calm my power down?"
"First make me a proper dumpling feast, and then we'll talk!"
Whis pursed his lips.
A week ago, when this little fellow was making dumplings, he had actually mixed in half a batch of dumplings with no filling.
Half had filling, while the other half were nothing but wrappers. Was that something a person should do?
Glen bared his teeth in a grin. "Who told you not to warn me about the horrors in that room beforehand?"
"Since you don't want to make them, I won't teach you either."
"Damn you, Whis. Fine, I'll make them!"
Glen ran over to the stove in a huff and got to work.
Whis looked at his little back and chuckled. "Trying to fight me? You're still a little green!"
Half an hour later.
Whis finally got to enjoy a delicious dumpling feast. With no dumplings made entirely of wrapper, it was wonderful!
After Whis finished eating and everything was put away.
Glen stood by the lake, his eyes shining. "All right, it's time to teach me how to calm my power down, isn't it?"
Whis rolled his eyes at him but didn't tease him any further. "You can already control your power freely, but do you know what power is?"
"Power? Isn't power just power?"
Glen pretended to be puzzled.
He could roughly guess what Whis was going to teach him. It should be about Ki.
Sure enough!
"It's Ki!"
Whis said mildly, "Everything has Ki. Ki is the source of a person's power. Only when your Ki grows greater will your power grow greater."
Glen looked thoughtful. "So my power is violent because my Ki is violent?"
"That's right."
Whis gave Glen a look that said he was teachable. "You're a Saiyan. You should have fought across the universe, and you know something about those aliens too, right?"
"Mm."
"You Saiyans and those aliens are actually all the same. Years of constant warfare have long since thrown your Ki into disarray."
Whis said helplessly, "When your Ki is in disarray, how could your power not be violent?"
"Then how can I calm my Ki down?"
Glen suddenly remembered what Whis had said a week ago and ventured, "Could the state of mind you mentioned before be the way to deal with violent Ki?"