Assemble Your Own Saiyan Squad!

"Oh-ho-ho-ho..."

"Isn't this King Vegeta?"

"It has truly been a long time!"

This was Frieza's classic opening line.

King Vegeta furrowed his brows; he felt an inexplicable disgust toward Frieza, and with his own hidden ambitions, he naturally felt even more displeased.

Yet, now was not the time to turn hostile.

King Vegeta still maintained a respectful demeanor.

"Greetings, Lord Frieza!"

Frieza did not respond, merely casting a glance around at these so-called elite Saiyan warriors, most of whom possessed combat power nearing ten thousand.

If they could truly become members of the Frieza Force, it would cause the legion's combat power to skyrocket!

Seeing that Frieza did not reply, King Vegeta's face turned ashen.

At this moment, Zarbon stepped forward at the opportune time and said, "On our way here, we happened to encounter a wandering Saiyan. Lord Frieza thinks he has potential and intends to cultivate him properly!"

"Furthermore, for such a long time, the Saiyans have remained detached from the legion. Our arrival today is not only to inspect the situation but also to form a dedicated Saiyan squad!"

"We want to see the Saiyans truly integrated into the legion."

"If there is anyone who looks promising, just recommend them all to us!"

At this, Zarbon signaled for Mu Chuan to step forward.

Mu Chuan did not show any timidity; he stepped out without hesitation, displaying his savage aura and the tail swaying behind him.

The many Saiyans present instantly confirmed his identity.

He was indeed a pure-blooded Saiyan.

As for why he had been wandering, that remained unknown, but since he had gained Frieza's favor, he certainly did not belong to their faction.

Even though King Vegeta was unwilling, he had no choice but to agree.

"We naturally dare not disobey the Lord's orders, but please give us some time; after all, we wish to recommend the most outstanding Saiyans to the Lord!"

"Then do as you please, and be quick about it!"

Zarbon said dismissively.

In truth, they were mostly here to pick a fight; if the Saiyans truly could not endure it, it would provide the perfect excuse to destroy Planet Vegeta.

Of course...

If it were not necessary, they could still be used as mercenaries.

After bidding farewell to Frieza, King Vegeta and the other elite Saiyan warriors gathered together. Everyone fell silent, never having expected Frieza to be so aggressive.

He had even proposed a condition they could not refuse!

At that moment, they had all wanted to lash out!

In the silent hall, one Saiyan finally broke the stillness.

"What should we do? Are we really going to hand our kin over to Frieza's rule?"

"Why don't we just revolt now?"

"No, now is not the time. We must wait until he is completely off his guard, and then we shall truly rise against him!"

King Vegeta flatly rejected their suggestion. In his view, the time was not right, and Frieza and his men were already somewhat wary of them.

They had only just landed and had not yet lowered their guard; the probability of failure if they struck now was too high!

Therefore, King Vegeta decided...

To hand the imprisoned criminals over to Frieza.

"Doesn't that wandering Saiyan want to form his own combat squad? Then we shall give him all the criminals."

"They are all a bunch of unrepentant, vicious scoundrels, and they are all low-class warriors!"

"There are hardly any mid-class warriors among them. Keeping them locked up is a waste of food, and since they are uncontrollable anyway, we might as well let him deal with them!"

King Vegeta's decision stunned all the Saiyans present; they had never imagined he would make such a choice.

For a moment, they did not know if it was good or bad.

The next second, another Saiyan spoke up: "Wouldn't this be aiding a tyrant? If those wicked Saiyans are released and turn their blades against us instead, wouldn't that be disastrous?"

To this, King Vegeta showed nothing but disdain.

"They are merely a group of low-class warriors. Although they possess Saiyan blood, they are nothing but inferior trash on the verge of being culled."

"They are too useless even to serve as cannon fodder, so what does it matter if I give them to him!"

King Vegeta's words fell silent on all the Saiyans present. Though a sliver of doubt remained in their hearts, this was already the best possible outcome.

When Mu Chuan was told he could pick people, a premonition stirred within him.

Frieza, such an overbearing individual, had issued a direct order with no room for negotiation. This alone was a massive loss of face for King Vegeta!

He was, after all, the king of a race!

To be humiliated like this, the Saiyans he was given couldn't possibly be strong.

When the Saiyan escorting him brought him to the prison, he suddenly understood. These were likely to be his future subordinates.

"As expected..."

"King Vegeta wouldn't be this kind. They're probably all vicious criminals, and all low-class warriors!"

He wasn't surprised by this, nor did he find anything wrong with it!

While the Saiyans, this so-called warrior race, were classified into elite, middle, and low-class warriors from birth based on their genes and power levels.

This classification wasn't entirely accurate.

One could also become stronger through post-natal training, but most Saiyans were completely unaware of the immense power dormant within them.

They were completely wasting their superior bloodline!

If he were in charge, he could make all the low-class warriors surpass the elite, even turning them into a race feared throughout the universe.

At this moment.

He began to look forward to it.

Bang!

The prison door creaked open. The Saiyan who had led Mu Chuan to the prison said coldly, "You can pick any Saiyan in here. If you can tame them all, you can even take them all with you!"

Without further hesitation, he turned and left.

Mu Chuan didn't mind the other's attitude.

It would be strange if he had a good attitude.

He was now on the side of the Frieza Force, which was already a betrayal. Coupled with his identity, he was practically a traitor.

Who would give him a warm welcome?

But he didn't care. Frieza Planet would likely be destroyed soon anyway. With King Vegeta's personality, he absolutely wouldn't tolerate this.

Before long...

There would definitely be a rebellion!

Only then would he truly feel Frieza's oppressive might.

That was the true power of the Universe Emperor!

Mu Chuan now turned his gaze to the prison. Because the prison door had suddenly opened, all the inmates inside were suddenly excited, their eyes gleaming with intense killing intent.

Waves of powerful combat energy surged forth.

A savage aura washed over him!