Reason

Betkas sat on the edge of his bed in his room, one hand propping up his chin and the other resting on his knee. He began to think to himself: If I remember the original story right, Son Gohan once explained how to use ki, but that was for the Flight Technique. At the same time, he carefully tried to recall everything relevant about Dragon Ball.

A little irritated, Betkas said impatiently, "Can't remember... I only vaguely recall some bosses and parts of the plot. Yeah, I didn't pay attention to these small details either. Looks like I'll have to figure it out myself." Then he sat cross-legged on the bed, placed his hands flat on his legs, closed his eyes, and began to focus on sensing.

"Control the size of ki... suppress... raise..."

Betkas started trying to adjust the power inside him to conceal it.

Several hours later...

Betkas was already at his wit's end. No matter what he did, he couldn't manage to control the ki inside his body. It wasn't because Betkas was stupid, but because he simply didn't know how to operate it. It was like standing in front a mountain of treasure—you knew how valuable the things inside were, but there was no door to get in. Maybe it was hidden somewhere, but you could never grasp the key. Unless someone who knew the secret had gone in first, and you happened to see them—then everything would be clear.

Just like Betkas. He knew ki could be suppressed and raised, allowing him to freely increase or decrease his strength and also sense others' power—a handy ability. But he didn't know the specific method. Trying to move the ki in his body changed nothing.

Betkas muttered a little dejectedly, "Do I really have to go to Earth and see Son Goku and the others in person to learn the method?" Because he realized he was truly stuck. For example, in the original story, Vegeta learned how to control ki quickly after fighting Son Goku and the others. That meant it wasn't that hard. If he was fumbling in the dark, it might take a long time. So Betkas was frustrated.

Shaking his head, Betkas looked out the window and said, "I doubt that bastard Frieza would let me go either... Damn. Looks like I'll have to witness it later. For now, I'll focus on improving my strength. Even if I can't sense or hide my battle power, it's not a bad thing." Having made up his mind, Betkas jumped off the bed and began to recall some techniques from anime he'd seen in his past life.

He planned to borrow from them. After all, the Dragon Ball world was mainly about fighting, but powerful techniques were still essential. For example, Krillin's Destructo Disc—even bosses like Frieza and Cell had learned it. And Son Goku's Spirit Bomb, along with the common Kamehameha. These strong moves had all helped Son Goku and the others defeat powerful enemies. The Spirit Bomb was the most notable—no need to elaborate.

"If only I could learn the Kaioken... Too bad, I don't have that luck. Hey, aren't transmigrators supposed to get cheat abilities and perks? Why the hell don't I have any?"

Betkas thought back a bit and couldn't help complaining. Then he racked his brains again.

"Still can't think of any good techniques to borrow. Naruto, One Piece, Bleach—none of those work. Forget it. I'll plan my training first. A Gravity Chamber is essential. Weighted clothing too. I'll need to find an excuse to get Frieza to give me some time off."

Betkas stared ahead with a flickering gaze... Suddenly, a simple reason came to him, and the corner of his mouth curled into a smirk.

Then he flopped down and went to sleep.

"I've already thought of the excuse. Frieza probably won't refuse. Dodoria and Zarbon probably won't stop me either. And it'll buy me enough time. Heh. But if I go right away, it might raise suspicion. I'll wait a while before making the request. If Vegeta wants to come along, that'd be pretty good too."

Betkas lay in bed, thinking leisurely. As for Nappa... Betkas had never taken him seriously. A high-class warrior with no potential. Even with Betkas as a butterfly effect, he probably wouldn't amount to much. It wasn't worth wasting time on useless efforts. For Betkas, Nappa's strength was decent early on, but he was just a grunt-level character. Not needed.

The later stages of Dragon Ball weren't a place for small fries like Nappa to thrive. Betkas didn't want to be dragged down. He had already made up his mind: since he'd come to this Dragon Ball world, he would see it through to the end. He didn't aim to be the strongest, but at least strong enough that no one could bully him. That was Betkas's life goal in this world.

"I see... So they conquered that planet in just three days? Interesting little brats."

Frieza sat in his exclusive chair, leisurely holding a glass of wine in his right hand, gazing at the starry sky outside the window. After listening to Zarbon's report, the corner of his mouth curled into a smirk. Dodoria, standing nearby, spoke with a strange expression: "For those three Saiyan brats, isn't this result a bit too..."

Frieza showed no reaction, still wearing that indifferent look. But Zarbon frowned and said, "There's no problem. According to the investigation, the three brats used the Great Ape Transformation to achieve this speed. Otherwise, with their original strength, they never could have conquered that planet. The strongest warrior on that planet had a battle power of 13,000—stronger than even the original King Vegeta."

Dodoria immediately said irritably, "Isn't that cheating?"

Zarbon replied elegantly, "As long as you can win, any method is fine."

That one sentence left Dodoria speechless. Frieza then spoke up: "Leave those three brats alone for now. That guy just sent me a notice." His tone was filled with anger and displeasure. At the same time, the wine glass in his hand shattered instantly, and the wine scattered through the air. The temperature around them dropped sharply, making it feel cold—a bone-piercing chill.

"Bam!!"

Dodoria and Zarbon trembled as they looked at Frieza, who was gritting his teeth in fury. They didn't dare make a sound.

But Frieza calmed down just as quickly and said, "Forget it. Set course immediately. Destination... my father's planet."

Zarbon and Dodoria immediately withdrew. Once outside, they both realized they were breaking out in cold sweat. Because they had truly felt Frieza's anger just now. That killing intent was no joke.