Frieza's Confidence

Planet Vegeta finally vanished from the universe in a violent explosion. By the time the space around it calmed, the beautiful blue-and-white planet that once orbited there was gone, leaving behind only scattered, irregular meteorites drifting aimlessly in the void.

Only these meteorites remained to bear witness to the fact that a planet had once existed here.

"Lord Frieza, all life signs in the direction of Planet Vegeta have completely vanished," Kikono reported the results of the scan to Frieza.

Frieza chuckled, his purple lips parting to reveal a confident smile. "With me taking action personally, it was impossible for any to survive. Heh, the fireworks from the destruction of a high-level planet are truly more magnificent than others."

Berryblue let out a cold snort. "Just because of a moment of displeasure, you wiped out such a capable combat unit. Lord Frieza, you are truly willful. The Frieza Legion will be unable to expand for quite some time because of this."

Her words carried a distinct tone of reproach.

"Does Berryblue think I was in the wrong?" Frieza lowered his voice.

"Isn't it so? Even if the Saiyans were unruly, they were excellent fighters. If they truly displeased you, there were other ways to weaken them. Had you assigned them the most dangerous vanguard missions, I suspect they would have been more than happy to oblige."

Berryblue did not cower, her eyes fixed firmly upon him.

The other aliens present broke into a cold sweat, terrified that such boldness would provoke Frieza's wrath.

"Ho ho ho..."

Frieza narrowed his eyes, unexpectedly showing no anger. "You misunderstand, Berryblue. I wasn't in such a rush to destroy the Saiyans. It was Lord Beerus who found Planet Vegeta displeasing and wished for its destruction; wiping out the Saiyans was merely a secondary task for me."

Kikono quickly chimed in, "The situation is exactly as Lord Frieza says."

Upon hearing that it was the decree of the God of Destruction Beerus, Berryblue looked somewhat surprised. "So it was Lord Beerus's intent? That explains it. I had assumed you destroyed them out of fear of the Super Saiyan legend!"

Frieza let out a scoff, his face twisted in disdain.

"The so-called Super Saiyan is nothing more than a story the Saiyans fabricated to glorify themselves; there is no factual basis for it, and I would never fear such a thing. To be honest, in the entire universe, there is no one I, Frieza, fear other than Lord Beerus. Even my father is no longer a match for me."

"However, the Saiyan race is indeed somewhat interesting, though their temperaments are too rigid to be of use to me. By the way, Vegeta and his team are still out on a mission, aren't they?"

Zarbon walked forward with elegance, his expression cold. "The Vegeta Squad consists of five members currently on a mission on a remote planet. They did not return to Planet Vegeta this time. Does Lord Frieza wish for them to be eliminated?"

Ever since Frieza issued the order to eradicate all Saiyans, Zarbon had been keeping a close watch on their movements.

Frieza waved a hand, a sharp glint flashing in his crimson eyes. "Leave them be. I want to see if they can actually become these so-called Super Saiyans."

With that, Frieza commanded Zarbon and Dodoria: "Tell the Frieza Legion to begin their operations. Wipe out every last Saiyan except for the Vegeta Squad, and remember—keep it discreet."

"Understood!"

"Rest assured, Lord Frieza."

Zarbon and Dodoria pledged in unison.

Sitting in his hoverchair, Frieza smiled faintly. "Mr. Zarbon, Mr. Dodoria, do not take too much time. Several merchants have already placed orders for planets with us; if we run short on manpower and fail to deliver, we shall be in breach of contract."

"Does Lord Frieza truly honor a merchant's promise?" Berryblue asked with a look of distrust.

Frieza smiled elegantly. "Ho ho ho, Berryblue, I am a qualified merchant."

Indeed, while Frieza was cruel and evil, he kept his word and was a legitimate businessman.

When it came to business, the usual Frieza acted like a refined gentleman. Even when facing low-ranking soldiers in his legion, he would show sufficient humility and pay them their due wages.

Of course, this was the composure born of immense power. Because the gap between their levels was so vast, Frieza did not begrudge showing tolerance to the weak. Yet, when someone truly provoked him, Frieza would still use thunderous force to reduce them to ash in an instant.

For years, Frieza had led the Frieza Legion to plunder planets across the North Galaxy without restraint, yet he never occupied them. Instead, he would turn around and sell the conquered planets to the wealthy elites of the universe.

To Frieza, his power was already enough to roam the universe at will; occupying planets was useless to him.

His plundering was more akin to sampling the lifestyle of the lower classes. Much like a wealthy tycoon accustomed to fine delicacies who, having grown tired of them, occasionally switches to simple, light vegetarian dishes for a change of pace.

For instance, if you lived in a rural village without water or electricity, no one would envy you even if your house spanned two or three hundred square meters; the world would only see your life as one of hardship, far inferior to a small fifty-square-meter apartment in the city.

But if you had tens of millions in your bank account, that is no longer hardship—it is "experiencing life."

Frieza leading his legion into battle was much the same; he enjoyed both the thrill of combat and the experience of his supreme status.

Whenever he saw the look of pain and despair on an opponent's face as they faced death, Frieza felt a sense of pleasure—a profound satisfaction of the soul. Compared to that, he cared nothing for a few measly planets.

"Mr. Dodoria, Mr. Zarbon, I wish you a swift completion of your mission."

Frieza sat in his ship, nodding toward them.

"Hahaha, I will kill every last one of the remaining Saiyans, leaving none behind."

Dodoria laughed boisterously, his flesh-covered body trembling with excitement; he looked like a bloated water balloon. But one should not underestimate him because of his girth—his combat power was over 20,000.

Zarbon was far more elegant than Dodoria, saying calmly, "Rest assured, Lord Frieza, we will eliminate the Saiyans as quickly as possible."

Watching Dodoria and Zarbon depart from the command room, Frieza turned around, a cruel smile curling his purple lips as he gazed into the deep, dark void.

The history of Planet Vegeta had come to an end, and with it, the destruction of the once-arrogant Saiyan race.

Ps: Dragon Ball Z: Bardock – The Father of Goku and Dragon Ball: Episode of Bardock were not used as they conflict with the settings of Jaco the Galactic Patrolman and Dragon Ball Super: Broly, and were merely promotional works for the Dragon Ball Heroes game. Therefore, Bardock is truly dead and did not travel back to ancient times.

Disclaimer: This book only utilizes Akira Toriyama's manga and original drafts; all anime-original content is ignored.