Aftermath

A remote planet in the North Galaxy.

Amidst a landscape of crumbling walls and ruins, the air was thick with moisture.

Vegeta sat upon a collapsed stone, gnawing on fruit native to the planet, while the carcasses of several dinosaur-like creatures lay nearby. They had been on this planet for a long time, and with the local inhabitants nearly wiped out, they would soon be able to return to their home world.

Just then, the Saiyans nearby received a transmission from the Frieza Force. Upon opening it, they were all stunned.

An adult Saiyan said in shock, "Prince Vegeta, the Frieza Force has sent word that Planet Vegeta was struck by a massive meteorite. The entire planet has been destroyed, and all the Saiyans on it have been killed."

"What do you mean, 'all killed'?"

Aside from Vegeta and Raditz, the other three members of the Vegeta Squad were adult Saiyans, and they were all frozen by the news.

"Because all the Saiyans had returned to Planet Vegeta at this time, they perished along with it. That means there are only five of us Saiyans left." At this time, Nappa still had his hair, and his combat power had not yet reached its peak.

Raditz clutched his injured arm. "We're truly lucky to be alive. It's a good thing we didn't follow the recall order to return to Planet Vegeta."

Vegeta spat out a piece of fruit with cold indifference. "What a pity. I thought I might become the King of the Saiyans!"

"Prince Vegeta, you have a younger brother, don't you?"

"Yes. Who knows if he's dead or alive? Forget it, don't worry about him." Vegeta continued eating his fruit. After his brother Tarble was born, his strength was insufficient, and to avoid bringing shame upon the royal family, King Vegeta had secretly exiled him to a low-level planet. Not many people knew about the whole affair.

"What about Raditz's brother?" The adult Saiyans expressed concern for their teammate's family.

Raditz said dismissively, "I don't know. That guy is just a low-level warrior; he's probably still in a nursery pod at home..." He suddenly recalled a message his mother, Gine, had sent him a while back, mentioning she had sent his brother to some planet, but he didn't care.

"Uh... I see!"

His teammates were speechless. Neither Vegeta nor Raditz seemed to care much about their own brothers. Perhaps, having spent so much time on missions and being influenced by the Frieza Force, they had forgotten the bonds between Saiyans.

Planet Vegeta was one of the few high-level planets in the North Galaxy, and its destruction naturally caused a massive uproar throughout the region.

Countless aliens who had been forced to wander the universe after being attacked by Saiyans cheered and laughed heartily upon hearing the news.

Many others from various planets wore sneering, gloating smiles upon receiving the report, while many wealthy individuals felt regret over the planet's destruction—not for the loss of the Saiyans, but for the missed opportunity to acquire a high-level planet.

On a planet with beautiful scenery.

King Cold sat leisurely on a throne, gently swirling a wine glass and taking small sips from time to time, living a life of ease.

Ever since he handed the King Cold Legion over to Frieza five years ago and reorganized it into the Frieza Force, King Cold had officially retired, residing on this beautiful planet with a few trusted subordinates. He only made public statements or asserted his presence when major events occurred in the universe.

"I hear Frieza has wiped out all the Saiyans?"

"That is indeed the case, King Cold," his subordinate replied cautiously.

King Cold laughed heartily and crossed his legs. "Good. Even if those Saiyans had submitted, they would never have been truly loyal in their hearts. It is for the best that Frieza wiped them out completely."

"It is said that Lord Frieza spared a few Saiyans... one of them is named Vegeta, who seems to be the Saiyan prince."

"Oh." King Cold uttered an intrigued 'oh' and took a sip of red wine. "It doesn't matter. Mere Saiyans are nothing to worry about. This Vegeta will likely reach a limit of ten or twenty thousand in combat power, just like his father. Killing him would be as easy as turning over one's hand."

Although King Cold's power was not as great as Frieza's, he still possessed tens of millions in combat power. Because he had full control over his body's energy, he did not need to use transformations to suppress his power like Frieza did, and he was the undisputed overlord of the North Galaxy before Frieza.

In his eyes, weak Saiyans like Vegeta were merely toys to amuse himself when bored; if he grew tired of them, he could kill them at any time.

Thus, he allowed Frieza to keep Vegeta and the others by his side.

Of course, in reality, the strength of the Saiyans on Planet Vegeta was not truly high. If not for Goku, the protagonist, and Vegeta, the main supporting character, adding luster to the race in the original story, the average Saiyan from Planet Vegeta would have been nothing more than moderately capable. There were no shortage of aliens in the North Galaxy with strength far exceeding theirs.

From that perspective, neither King Cold nor Frieza's actions were problematic.

However, they did not know that this seemingly insignificant decision would bring about a catastrophic disaster for both father and son in the future.

On a planet not far from Planet Vegeta, at the very moment of the planet's destruction, a brilliant, dazzling light suddenly appeared.

Whoosh!

Space suddenly distorted, and at a height of over ten meters above the ground, the figures of Roland, Sephiria, and Hertz appeared in mid-air.

Thud! The three of them fell helplessly from that height.

Roland was now exhausted from the forced use of the "Transfer Technique" to carry others. Sephiria and Hertz, having depleted most of their energy while resisting Frieza's destructive energy ball and being caught off guard by the sudden transfer to an alien planet, were mentally disoriented, resulting in all three of them crashing into the ground and creating large craters.

Roland struggled to crawl out of his crater. His face was deathly pale from the excessive energy expenditure, and the fall only made him feel worse.

"Are you alright?" A cold voice reached him. Sephiria had come to Roland's side. Her hair was disheveled, her expression haggard as if she had suffered a great blow, and her battle armor was torn in several places.

Roland waved his hand. "I'm fine. Just a bit of energy depletion."

"Thanks to you, we were able to leave Planet Vegeta." Sephiria's mood was somber. She knew the fate of Planet Vegeta would not be good; it might have already been destroyed, just as Roland had predicted.

"You aren't thinking of avenging the Saiyans, are you?"

Roland scanned Sephiria. Frieza's power was definitely not something they could challenge right now, and he was truly worried that Sephiria might lose her head and go seeking revenge.

Sephiria shook her head. "No. The extinction of the Saiyans is merely a loss in the survival of the fittest. Countless planets have perished at our hands in the past; there is nothing to regret about dying in battle. I am simply frustrated that Frieza's strength is so far beyond ours."

The previous defeat had dealt a heavy blow to Sephiria, who had prided herself on being a genius, but it had also made her realize the gap between herself and the top-tier powerhouses. Her meager combat power was nothing to be proud of.

"Indeed, our strength cannot compare to Frieza's."

Roland was silent for a moment, then took three Senzu Beans from his pocket and handed them to Sephiria and Hertz. "Take these. Eating a Senzu Bean will instantly restore your stamina."

Sephiria took it without suspicion. After eating it, she immediately felt her vitality return. Feeling the endless power surging within her, her dark eyes widened in shock.

Her younger brother really did have quite a collection of treasures!

Hertz, meanwhile, examined his Senzu Bean. "What is going on? How did we end up here? And what about Planet Vegeta?"