"If this is all the strength you have, then you've truly disappointed me," Aizen sighed as he looked at Raditz.
Because their worlds were different, his strength could not simply be measured in terms of battle power.
In fact, even within the Dragon Ball world itself, not everyone's strength could be judged by battle power alone.
Take the Ginyu Force under Frieza, for example. Guldo was renowned for his psychic abilities, yet his battle power was at most just over ten thousand.
With that level of battle power, he would never have been selected for the Ginyu Force, which was famous for its elite members. But combined with his psychic abilities, the combat strength he could unleash was exceptionally formidable.
And that was still within this world's own system. An outsider like Aizen was even harder to judge by ordinary standards.
After all, Kyoka Suigetsu's ability was simply too powerful. In theory, even someone as strong as Frieza might fall beneath his blade.
Of course, that was only in theory.
In reality, Aizen could not succeed against enemies far stronger than himself. Besides, he was nowhere near the Aizen who would later evolve through the Hōgyoku. This was arguably the lowest point of his life in terms of strength.
Still, dealing with opponents with several thousand battle power was no problem for him when combined with his uncanny abilities.
"Bastard! How dare someone from a low-class planet look down on a mighty Saiyan!" Raditz was so enraged by Aizen's words that his lungs felt ready to burst.
"Beep, beep."
Suddenly, his Scouter sounded. A fierce gale came from behind him, and he immediately turned without a second thought.
Piccolo had taken the opportunity to strike at his back. Raditz hastily dodged, barely avoiding the sneak attack.
"Damn it!"
He quickly