Universal Emperor—Frieza

Northern Galaxy, Planet K9527 Base!

This was one of the Frieza Force's base planets in the Northern Galaxy. Dense swarms of spaceships were constantly taking off and landing. Whenever a ship touched down, strange aliens with bird-like faces would approach to handle the registration.

At this moment, a white, spherical, single-person spaceship—distinctive to the Frieza Force—slowly descended. The ultra-high-strength rubber on the ground absorbed all the ship's kinetic energy, preventing it from smashing a crater into the surface.

"Hiss!"

The sound of a pressure valve echoed as the hatch slowly opened. A warrior wearing the standard-issue Frieza Force battle armor emerged. The dark brown tail coiled around his waist revealed his identity as a Saiyan. It was none other than Turles, who had just escaped the planet's explosion.

However, Turles was completely unconscious at this point. His injuries had worsened due to a lack of timely treatment, and his life was hanging by a thread.

When the bird-faced alien in charge of reception saw the situation, his expression changed drastically. He immediately began arranging emergency medical treatment for Turles.

In the Frieza Force, everyone's status was determined by their combat power. As the Saiyans were a warrior race and the backbone of the Frieza Force, they were not people a logistics worker like him could afford to offend—even though the destruction of Planet Vegeta eighteen years ago had dealt them a heavy blow and caused their numbers to plummet.

Thinking of this, the bird-faced alien's expression grew even more urgent, and he couldn't help but urge the medical staff once more.

Soon, the critically injured Turles was rushed into the emergency room. It wasn't until the recovery liquid in the medical tank slowly submerged Turles's hair that the group finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Saiyans really are tenacious. Even with injuries like these, he managed to pull through!" one medical staff member said with a look of envy as he watched the heartbeat monitor return to a normal rhythm.

"Indeed. They truly deserve the title of a warrior race. I wonder what kind of battle could leave these monsters so severely injured?" another alien nearby sighed in amazement.

"Forget it. That's none of our business. As long as this lord doesn't have an accident on our turf, the rest isn't for us to worry about!"

"True! But what is this bean?"

"Slap!"

"Why do you care so much? Just leave it there and wait until this lord wakes up!"

Listening to the voices by his ears, Turles knew he had survived. Although he hadn't wanted to come to a Frieza Force base, he had no other choice at the time. Without a Senzu Bean, only the Frieza Force could treat his injuries.

In his state at the time, not to mention whether he could have made it to Earth, even if he had arrived, he likely wouldn't have had the strength to find Korin to get a Senzu Bean. He had to take the gamble; after all, Turles was still a warrior in the Frieza Force ranks.

However, judging by the two men's conversation, it seemed Frieza was not currently on this base planet. That was good news.

Although he and Frieza would have a battle sooner or later, it certainly wouldn't be now. If he didn't lay low and develop his strength for a while, how could he possibly face the Great Lord? That would be suicide.

Feeling relieved, Turles drifted back into a deep sleep to allow his body to recover as quickly as possible.

Three days later, Turles had fully recovered from his injuries and stepped out of the recovery tank.

Donning a brand-new battle suit and clipping the scouter onto his ear, Turles spoke with a cold expression: "Where is the bean I brought back?"

The medical staff on the side looked at each other upon hearing this. It wasn't until a frog-faced alien seemed to recall something that he hurriedly took a green bean from a box and tremblingly handed it to Turles.

Taking the Tree of Might Seed, Turles suppressed his excitement and walked quickly out of the emergency room.

Maintaining his usual cold and evil persona along the way, he didn't even glance at the aliens he passed. Turles went straight to the base's spaceship launch area.

He couldn't wait to leave this planet now. Who knew when Frieza, that overlord of the universe, would arrive? If he didn't take the chance to slip away now, was he supposed to wait around for the holidays?

Just as he was about to step into a spherical spaceship, a strange-faced alien blocked his path.

"Get lost!" Turles said with a cold expression.

"Uh... My Lord, you haven't accepted a mission yet, so you cannot take this ship for the time being!" The strange-faced alien wiped the cold sweat from his face, stating the reason with fear and trepidation.

Hearing this, it suddenly dawned on Turles.

These ships were mission vessels; they could only be taken if one had accepted a planetary conquest or combat mission. They weren't authorized for use at other times, and the ship Turles had previously used was also one of these mission vessels.

However, Saiyans were never reasonable. Turles stared at the alien before him with a fierce gaze, his powerful aura beginning to press down on the alien continuously.

Feeling Turles's dissatisfaction, the strange-faced alien knelt down in terror, kowtowing and begging for mercy, yet he still wouldn't budge.

Turles intentionally remained silent, merely projecting his aura. After a long while, he said impatiently, "Get up, and send the mission to me!"

Hearing this, the alien acted as if he had been granted amnesty. He hurriedly pulled out a tablet, operated it for a moment, and then said fawningly to Turles, "My Lord, the mission has been sent to the ship's terminal. Please!" He stepped aside as he spoke.

Turles didn't say anything more. He sat directly in the spaceship, pressed the start button, and closed the hatch.

Not until the ship had completely left Planet K9527 Base did Turles finally let out a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face full of relief.

He had finally left. As long as he didn't have to face Frieza right now, being a coward was fine—survival was what mattered most.

As for the mission, Turles didn't care about it at all. Once he had the ship, he could go wherever he wanted!

However, it seemed Turles was celebrating a bit too early. Just as his ship cleared the planet, he collided head-on with Frieza's spaceship!

Through the glass, Turles could clearly see Frieza sitting in his "crib." When his gaze met Frieza's cold, red pupils, it felt as if his soul had been frozen solid. His body went rigid, and he couldn't even muster a single thought of resistance.

Move! Move! Turles roared in his heart.

But Frieza's power far exceeded Turles's imagination. Only when truly facing Frieza could one feel that overwhelming pressure. This wasn't just a gap in combat power; it was like being crushed at the level of one's very existence!

Frieza, a mutant of the Frost Demon race, was the Emperor of the Universe and the ruler of nearly 70% of the galaxy in Universe 7!

From the moment he was born, he perfectly displayed the powerful talents of the Frost Demon race. He was admired by his father, King Cold, and simultaneously feared by his brother, Cooler.

Eighteen years ago, acting on the orders of the God of Destruction Beerus of Universe 7, Frieza had King Vegeta, the leader of the Saiyans, recall all Saiyans from abroad. Then, with a single energy sphere of death, he annihilated Planet Vegeta, exterminating the vast majority of the Saiyan race.

Turles, who was a low-class warrior at the time, had been sent to a remote planet early on, which was the only reason he had preserved his life and survived.

However, Frieza had always claimed to the surviving Saiyans that the fall of Planet Vegeta was caused by a meteorite impact. This led many surviving Saiyans to continue serving Frieza, and his predecessor was no exception. After growing up on a remote planet and slaughtering all the indigenous inhabitants, Turles returned directly to the Frieza Force, invading countless planets on Frieza's behalf!

530,000 Battle Power!

This was the battle power Frieza displayed while maintaining his first form. Turles knew that this wasn't even a fraction of Frieza's true strength; Frieza's actual battle power reached a terrifying 120 million. Because it was difficult to control such immense power, Frieza had to transform to suppress it!

What an extravagant approach. When one considers that many powerful beings in the universe transform to increase their battle power, the fact that Frieza had to transform just to suppress his own is enough to make anyone feel despair!

Facing such an opponent, Turles had even lost control of his own body, which left him feeling deeply dissatisfied.

The pride of a transmigrator, combined with the innate brutality deep within his Saiyan bloodline, caused Turles's eyes to become bloodshot, finally allowing him to regain a sliver of control over his body.

However, the speed of the spacecraft was immense. In an instant, Turles's ship brushed past Frieza's, and Turles finally recovered from the dominance of Frieza's overwhelming aura.

Turles gasped for air; his body, having just recovered, felt as if it had been through a great battle, and he was drenched in sweat.

Immediately afterward, nothing but relief remained on Turles's face!

It was a close call. If he had lingered on the base planet for just a few more minutes, he might never have been able to leave that planet again!

Turles felt grateful for his decisiveness. The sense of rebirth after fear brought him a feeling of joy. He casually opened the mission log on the ship's system, and another familiar term appeared before his eyes.

"How could it be this planet?" Turles muttered in disbelief.

Inside Frieza's ship, Frieza sat in his hover pod, watching the planets outside with an elegant posture. He spoke in a playful tone to the elegant, blue-skinned youth standing before him: "Zarbon, was that ship carrying a Saiyan just now?"

The blue-skinned youth known as Zarbon replied respectfully: "Yes, Lord Frieza. It appears to be one of those Saiyan monkeys returning."

"Is that so? That face... why does it feel somewhat familiar?" Frieza mused.

"Lord Frieza?" Zarbon looked at Frieza with confusion.

"Ho ho ho! Never mind that. I have appointments with several cosmic merchants this time; I expect many more planets will be sold off!" Suddenly, Frieza's unique laughter rang out. Everyone inside the ship immediately chimed in, followed by a chorus of sycophantic flattery.

At this moment, Turles was still staring at the planet name displayed on the mission log in disbelief. He had no idea that his face, which bore a striking resemblance to Son Goku's father, Bardock, had nearly caught the attention of the cosmic emperor Frieza. He only knew that he was about to face an existence no less formidable than the cosmic emperor Frieza himself!

Because the mission log displayed exactly this:

"Planet Vampa!"