Malfunctioning Detector?

"What? Our scouters are malfunctioning? Impossible, absolutely impossible."

"If it were our fault, we would never shirk responsibility, but if it isn't, we will never admit to it."

"Just a moment ago, Lord Frieza himself praised our company's products as exceptionally outstanding. How dare you come here to extort us?"

"One scouter might malfunction, but so many of them detecting this energy? How could there be a problem? A bunch of muscle-brained, violent savages." Hanging up the phone, the humanoid's expression was extremely ugly.

In truth, having received reports from all sides within the company, he felt that things were quite suspicious. It was just that others lacked his breadth of information, leading to a cognitive gap where they assumed it was merely a scouter failure.

This is going to be a massive financial hemorrhage. The humanoid thought of the unreasonable demands these savages had just made—ten times compensation for fakes, three times for faulty goods, refunds without returns—and his heart bled every time he recalled them.

He had the urge to resist, but they were either space pirates or possessed immense power, and with his own forces being weak, he was powerless to act, forced to offer apologetic smiles and act subserviently.

As for those with weaker strength, his attitude was extremely rigid; no matter what they said, he had only one line: "My product has no issues; the accident happened on your end!"

Sitting cross-legged within the energy shield, every inch of Wang Yang's skin vibrated at high speed, as if countless fleas were jumping beneath his flesh.

With steady breathing, Wang Yang had fallen into a deep sleep. He had entered a state of suspended animation, where all his bodily functions were reduced to a minimum, much like a tortoise, requiring no food and remaining unharmed despite sleeping for long periods.

He had integrated his training into his very body; whether walking, sitting, or lying down, he was constantly practicing, allowing him to grow stronger every moment. This was the key to the rapid growth of his combat power over the last ten years.

Ahead, a massive meteor shower carried the momentum of thunder, dragging long tails of fire as it barreled toward Wang Yang.

The energy shield enveloping Wang Yang collided head-on with the meteor shower. Meteors the size of houses were instantly shattered into pieces upon impact with the shield, sending countless smaller fragments flying in all directions.

The moment the shield struck the meteors, the vibrations transmitted through it jolted Wang Yang awake.

As Wang Yang opened his eyes, the spherical energy shield suddenly came to life. Under his control, it acted like a highly elastic ball of light, bouncing continuously across the meteor shower, darting east, west, forward, and backward.

Just then, a cone-shaped meteor the size of a small mountain hurtled toward him.

Wang Yang's expression tightened, his gaze sharp as a blade. He gathered his energy, clenched his fist, and struck fiercely at the meteor.

A muffled thud echoed as the sound traveled through Wang Yang's fist.

From a distance, the imposing meteor was shattered by Wang Yang's small fist, turning into countless smaller fragments that collided with surrounding meteors, instantly throwing the momentum of the shower into disarray.

Colliding with this massive rock caused Wang Yang's blood to surge, and a distant memory surfaced.

It's been a long time since I've felt this fired up. The last time was when I fought Broly. Thinking of Broly, Wang Yang's fighting spirit surged forth.

After ten years of training, he truly wished he could appear before Broly right now, have a proper fight, and see who would come out on top.

I can't sense Broly's energy. That son of a bitch Paragus, I wonder where he took him.

Having not fought in ten years, Wang Yang felt an itch to move. He stretched his arms slightly, and his entire body transformed into a blur, punching toward the incoming meteor shower.

From afar, Wang Yang's small frame turned into countless afterimages, forming a barrier as impenetrable as a mountain pass. Every meteor that flew toward him exploded under his iron fists, unable to cross a single step further.

When the last meteor was shattered by Wang Yang's punch, a smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

He turned abruptly, his hands gathering a blue orb of energy, and blasted it toward the floating debris in space.

The blue light was brilliant and dazzling, instantly engulfing and destroying the fragments, turning them into cosmic dust. Using the force of the shockwave, Wang Yang accelerated into the distance.

"Sir, the ship has detected another combat power reading of 570,000."

"A million a while ago, now 570,000? Such high combat power appearing so frequently—since when did experts become so cheap? I've been roaming the universe for over a dozen years and haven't seen anyone with a combat power over 200,000. The scouters must be broken. Speed up! I want to show that bald guy exactly how serious the consequences are for selling me counterfeit goods." The Minotaur's voice was cold.

Inside a massive, spherical spaceship, a burly, purple-skinned figure sat on a tall throne. He had two horn-like protrusions on his head and black lips, giving him an eerie appearance. He was the former Pirate King who made the universe tremble—King Cold!

"I heard you detected energy with a combat power of one million?" King Cold stood up, his long tail dragging across the floor behind him.

"My Lord, according to our investigation, the scouters must have malfunctioned. Aside from your own family, who else in the universe could possess such high combat power?" A long-haired alien on the side respectfully flattered him.

"Hahaha!" King Cold laughed heartily, his voice echoing through the enclosed ship.

"Fool!"

King Cold suddenly fired a black energy blast, sending the long-haired alien flying.

"Once could be attributed to a scouter malfunction, but are you telling me the scouters on all my ships are broken?"

When his subordinates first detected the one-million combat power reading, they reported it to him immediately; he had heard this report no fewer than ten times.

"But when I scanned again later, I didn't find that energy," the long-haired alien said, trembling as he stood up, enduring the intense pain.

"The races in this universe are strange and varied. It's not surprising that some can control the energy within their bodies; for instance, the Namekians have this ability." King Cold was well-traveled and didn't mind broadening his subordinate's knowledge.

"I see." The long-haired alien's expression turned to one of realization.

"Depart immediately. I want to see this person with a combat power of one million. Frieza has the Ginyu Force under his command, but as his father, I don't have many capable subordinates to show off. This guy appeared at just the right time; I'm going to recruit him." King Cold commanded.

A mere one million combat power posed no pressure to King Cold.

In the void, King Cold's massive fleet immediately turned, heading toward the location where the energy was detected.

Inside the ship, a projection suddenly appeared in mid-air.

"My dear son Frieza, it has been a long time since you contacted your father." King Cold smiled as he looked at Frieza, who was smaller than him in the projection.