Planet Frieza

In the western part of the North Galaxy, there was a planet called Planet Frieza. It was a mid-level planet.

On this day, a massive, pitch-black object suddenly shattered the planet's peace. The spacecraft tore through the atmosphere with a thunderous roar, its intense red glow and clouds of billowing dust throwing the natives of Planet Frieza into a panic. Some of them thought a god had descended and fell to the ground, prostrating themselves in worship.

Clang!

The spacecraft's hatch opened, and the figures of a man and a woman stepped out first. After them, a child-sized figure followed.

Roland activated his Scouter and tested the planet's energy levels. Soon, several energy readings exceeding 1,000 appeared on the device.

"There are seven energy readings on this planet above 1,000 battle power. They're located 137 kilometers east of here, 546 kilometers south..."

He listed the readings in turn. This was a relatively primitive planet, where civilization had yet to develop. Those energy readings probably belonged to primitive beasts.

The Scouter Roland was using was his own. Sephiria and Hertz had destroyed their Scouters after leaving Planet Vegeta.

"I'll take care of all those life-forms," Hertz said bluntly.

After some time traveling through space, they had arrived on this planet called Planet Frieza. Since they planned to live here for a while, they couldn't leave behind any life-forms with strong energy readings that might disturb their training.

"Leave it to you."

Roland nodded slightly and handed Hertz the Scouter.

Hertz nodded, took the Scouter, then shot off as a streak of white light. His battle power was as high as 4,300, so dealing with the life-forms on a mere mid-level planet was no problem.

After Hertz left, Roland and Sephiria quickly fired Ki Blasts to clear the surrounding area. The explosive attacks of energy produced spectacular mushroom clouds. Everything within a ten-kilometer radius was completely destroyed; the mighty mountain ranges were flattened by the terrifying force, and wisps of heat rose from the barren ground.

They then took a small outdoor dwelling out of a Hoi-Poi Capsule, and Roland and Sephiria's temporary home was ready.

"Take out your other Gravity Chamber," Sephiria said.

"What do you need it for?" Roland glanced at Sephiria, then took out the other Gravity Training Room.

"I'll use this one for training from now on. That's that."

With that, Sephiria tossed her head and walked straight into the Gravity Chamber. The hatch slammed shut, and the chamber soon began to hum as it powered up.

This woman was so domineering. That was his training room, wasn't it?

Roland stared blankly at Sephiria's series of actions, then laughed in disbelief. "Sephiria isn't just a little cold. I didn't expect her to be a training fanatic like Vegeta, too." Come to think of it, she'd also spent the most time occupying the Gravity Chamber on the way to Planet Frieza.

He hoped she wouldn't overtrain and hurt herself. Senzu Beans could heal all injuries, but they couldn't cure illnesses.

In the original story, Vegeta had used the Gravity Chamber the same way, and nothing seemed to have gone wrong. It probably wouldn't cause any major problems. Still, it was hard to say. Everyone's body was different. Goku had somehow developed a heart condition, and although the cause was unknown, the Gravity Chamber couldn't be ruled out.

Even a slight illness couldn't be prevented with Senzu Beans.

Should I use the Dragon Balls to wish for a body that will always be healthy? Roland let his mind wander as he walked into the spacecraft's Gravity Chamber.

He activated twenty times gravity and struggled to train his body in the harsh conditions.

A few hours later, Hertz returned to where the spacecraft had landed after clearing out the high-energy life-forms on Planet Frieza. Seeing that both Roland and his sister were training in the Gravity Chambers, he quietly went off on his own to look for food.

Saiyans had enormous appetites. A single meal for three Saiyans required enough food for over a hundred people.

At dusk, beside a crackling bonfire, the three of them devoured the food in their hands. A pile of bones and remains, half as tall as a person, had already accumulated beside them.

"Sephiria, my battle power has reached 5,000," Hertz said as he ate, sharing the results of his training.

The Gravity Chamber really was the best training tool for Saiyans. In just over ten days, Hertz's battle power had soared. He was an exceptionally gifted elite warrior, after all; otherwise, he couldn't have surpassed 4,000 battle power at the age of twenty-six.

Sephiria tore off a large piece of meat and stuffed it into her mouth. Her movements were broad, but she didn't look rude at all.

"I'm close to reaching 6,000 battle power."

Roland put down his food and wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth. "I'm the only one who hasn't even reached 1,000 battle power."

"Roland, you're still young. When I was your age, I wasn't as good as you," Hertz said. He had always thought Roland was an elite warrior.

Sephiria lowered her head and ate. Her voice was cool as she said, "Don't praise him. This kid only knows how to increase his energy. His fighting skills are a complete mess. If he ran into an opponent of equal strength, he wouldn't even know how he died."

Roland glanced at Sephiria. "Sis, could you stop putting me down all the time?"

"You think you're strong? We Saiyans are known for fighting. Your actual combat ability is worse than a kid who's just graduated from the training camp." Sephiria's bright eyes fixed on Roland, and their icy chill left him unable to stand his ground.

As his older sister, Sephiria was very dissatisfied with Roland's condition. Balanced development was the key to true strength.

Victory in battle depended on several factors: fighting skills, attack speed, striking power, ability to withstand blows, and recovery. Attack speed, striking power, and the ability to withstand blows could be improved through strength training. Only fighting skills had to be built up through extensive combat.

Roland lowered his head and ate his roast meat. Sephiria's criticism was right; what he lacked was combat experience.

"Only the test of actual combat can significantly improve your fighting skills."

"Don't be upset, Roland is still young. Building up his energy is what matters most right now," Hertz said.

Sephiria furrowed her delicate brows slightly. After a moment, she abruptly said, "Starting tomorrow, I'll be your sparring partner. I'll make sure you improve your combat experience."

"Really?" Roland was overjoyed. In the past, when Sephiria trained him, she had only improved his ability to withstand blows. She had never taught him any fighting techniques.

Although Saiyan children were implanted with some fighting techniques by a computer when they went on missions, how could that compare to being taught by Sephiria herself?

"Of course. You'd better be ready." Sephiria ate gracefully, her cool gaze fixed on Roland.

"Uh..." Roland's heart gave a sudden lurch, and his smile stiffened as he remembered all the times Sephiria had beaten him black and blue.

Roland couldn't help regretting it. He should have asked Hertz to train him. When Sephiria lost her temper, she never held back. And now that she knew he had Senzu Beans, there was even less chance she'd go easy on him.