Frieza's Command

In the blink of an eye, Roland had already been staying at Tights' home for six days.

During these few days, Dr. Brief had successfully developed the Dragon Radar, but the flashy old man kept delaying handing it over to Roland. The reason, surprisingly, was that he wanted to add a video chat function to the device. When Tights found out, she flew into a huff and had a huge argument with Dr. Brief.

Roland felt quite embarrassed; in the original story, when Dr. Brief was modifying Goku's spaceship, he had also obsessed over the audio equipment. It seemed Dr. Brief had a very high standard for details.

After receiving the Dragon Radar, Roland pressed the power button. Several golden light spots soon appeared on the green grid display screen. At the arrow in the center was a signal source—the Dragon Ball he was holding.

As he gradually expanded the detection range to cover the entire Earth, all seven light spots were displayed.

Roland looked at the signals on the Dragon Radar with a face full of joy, a hint of happiness tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"How about it? My dad's technology is pretty brilliant, right..." Tights leaned in close to Roland, looking smug. Her golden hair brushed against his cheek, and a pleasant fragrance drifted into his nostrils.

"Very good, even better than I imagined." Roland glanced at Tights and praised her.

Compared to the Dragon Radar built by Bulma, Dr. Brief's version had more complete functions; it could even change angles to display the signals in a 3D mode, which greatly reduced the difficulty of finding the Dragon Balls.

Of course, the radar really had been installed with that video chat function, making it quite flashy.

Tights puffed out her chest and giggled. After saying a word to her parents, she began urging Roland to hurry off and find the Dragon Balls.

Because Dr. Brief and his wife understood their daughter, they knew it was impossible for Tights to stay home quietly. Rather than letting her go on an adventure alone, it was better to have someone with great strength accompany her, and Roland was the best choice. Therefore, when Tights proposed searching for the Dragon Balls, the couple felt quite at ease letting their eldest daughter go out with him.

In private, Mrs. Brief even joked that if Roland were a few years older, she would have been happy to give Tights to him. Roland was speechless and just shook his head without saying a word.

"Tights, don't stay out all the time. Come back once you find the Dragon Balls. Your father's Capsule Corporation is still waiting for you to inherit it."

Tights shook her head quickly: "No way! You can give the company to Bulma. She's so smart, she's much more suitable than me!"

Dr. Brief was about to say more, but Tights grabbed Roland and ran outside. After bidding farewell to Dr. Brief, Roland and Tights drove off from West City in a jeep.

As the jeep drove along the spacious highway, Roland asked Tights: "Do you really not want to inherit the family business?"

Tights said nonchalantly: "I don't want to live that kind of life at all. Traveling around suits me much better." She paused, then asked with interest: "Where are we going next?"

Roland took out the Dragon Radar, checked it, and pointed in a direction: "Let's go east first. The radar shows a Dragon Ball overseas. Hmm, that's where the 'God of Martial Arts,' Master Roshi, lives."

"Got it!"

Tights checked the navigation to confirm the route, then slammed the steering wheel and drove the jeep toward the east.

Just as Roland and Tights began their search for the Dragon Balls, on the other side of the distant starry sky.

Bright stars shone like pearls. Outside Planet Vegeta, a massive, disc-shaped spaceship was docked in orbit.

Inside the ship.

Frieza sat in a small, egg-shaped hovercraft, floating beside a porthole. His long tail hung down, swaying in mid-air, while his blood-red eyes gazed at Planet Vegeta in front of the ship.

"Kikono, how is the investigation into the Super Saiyan matter going?" Frieza's shrill voice rang out.

A yellow-skinned alien named Kikono stood by Frieza's side. Upon hearing the question, he replied with a seasoned air: "The Super Saiyan and the Super Saiyan God—according to our investigation, those are just myths fabricated by the Saiyans to add glory to their own faces."

"Ho ho ho, that's what I thought too. Whether it's a myth or not doesn't matter now. It's a pity to lose such good combatants!" Frieza's hovercraft turned. His scarlet eyes glowed with an evil light, and his purple lips parted slightly as he ordered Dodoria: "Mr. Dodoria, order all Saiyans currently on missions to return to Planet Vegeta."

"As you command."

Dodoria responded without hesitation and immediately walked out of the command center.

Kikono was shocked and asked: "Lord Frieza, what are you planning to do?"

Frieza pursed his lips in a wicked smile: "It's not what I want to do; this is Lord Beerus's order, and I am merely following it. Although the Saiyans of Planet Vegeta are a powerful force under my command, they only submitted to me because they were oppressed by my father. A race like this—who knows when they might bite back? It's better to wipe them out sooner rather than later."

"Lord Beerus?!" Kikono's expression turned stern, and the two antennae on his head stopped swaying.

He was an old subordinate of King Cold. After King Cold retired, he and another veteran, "Berryblue," assisted Frieza in managing the army. Naturally, he had heard of the God of Destruction Beerus, which was why he was so startled when Frieza mentioned him.

"Since it is Lord Beerus's order, then there is nothing to be done."

Frieza chuckled: "Indeed. The Saiyans have truly brought this upon themselves. I don't know how they offended Lord Beerus... Ho ho ho, even I have to be careful when I see Lord Beerus. But this works out perfectly; it has solidified my resolve to eradicate those Saiyans."

"It's just a pity to lose such excellent combatants."

Kikono and Berryblue were old subordinates who had followed King Cold for a long time. They were concerned with the overall situation of the Frieza Force. Without the Saiyan squad, the deterrent power of the Frieza Force would be significantly weakened.

"It doesn't matter. If we are short-handed, we will just recruit more. The universe is not lacking in aliens who want to make a name for themselves."

"I understand." Kikono nodded.

The egg-shaped hovercraft floated into mid-air. Frieza rested his chin on his hands and looked at Planet Vegeta. After thinking for a moment, he said to Zarbon, who was nearby: "Have the Yugarites bring the communication records of Planet Vegeta. Since we are going to wipe out the Saiyans, we must pull up the roots and all. If any Saiyans haven't returned by then, we will hunt them down one by one according to the list."

"Mr. Zarbon, this task is entrusted to you."

"Yes, Lord Frieza!"

Zarbon was a handsome alien with dark green hair. Upon hearing this, his expression tightened, and he answered immediately. Then, he hesitated and said: "Lord Frieza, the Saiyan Prince Vegeta is also among those out on missions. Should he be wiped out as well?"

Frieza waved his hand and said: "Forget about Vegeta. He is a very good toy; let's keep him for a while longer!"