An Entrance That Defies Convention

Frieza's eyes were far sharper than Bulma's; he knew full well that it was a spacecraft making an emergency crash landing.

Frieza had no interest in guessing why such an emergency landing was happening; it had nothing to do with him anyway.

However, the direction of the descent was rather intriguing.

It was heading straight for that ugly green freak, Zarbon!

Zarbon was absolutely furious; he no longer cared about his beautiful appearance, as it had already been deemed worthless by Lord Frieza anyway.

After transforming, his combat power had soared to 29,000!

He gave chase at a speed far exceeding that of Son Gohan and the others, completely unaware of the fireball hurtling toward him.

One second... two seconds... five seconds later!

BOOM!

Son Goku's spacecraft struck the airborne Zarbon with pinpoint accuracy, and with that peerless force, Zarbon was slammed deep into the ground, leaving only his limbs visible as they twitched incessantly.

What was the destructive power of a spacecraft crashing straight down?

According to Frieza's estimation, if converted into combat power, it would be just under 30,000!

Therefore, Zarbon shouldn't be dead from this blow; at most, he would be left partially paralyzed.

"Miss Bulma, let's rest here for a while. We can enjoy some fine wine while we watch this grand spectacle!"

Frieza proposed, and without even considering Bulma's opinion, he landed on a small hill.

Once Bulma landed, he waved his hand to cast a transparent energy shield, primarily to prevent that group of people from kicking up too much dust.

Bulma guessed that the ship was Son Goku's, as the emblem on the hull was very familiar; one look and she knew it was a product of Hoi-Poi Capsule.

However, that area was currently the center of a battle. Although her combat power had reached 1,000, her combat awareness was practically zero, and her meager power seemed entirely useless.

Bulma very wisely chose not to leave the protection of Frieza.

She found a small capsule from her Hoi-Poi Capsule case.

Poof~

A parasol, a round wooden table, and two beach chairs appeared, accompanied by a refrigerator.

Opening the fridge, Bulma took out a few cans of drinks, and Frieza, not standing on ceremony, cracked one open and began to drink.

"Hah~ refreshing! As expected, Earth's drinks are the best."

Lying on a beach chair, Frieza conjured a pair of sunglasses to wear, sipping his drink from time to time, looking every bit the part of a spectator.

In the distance, the hatch of the spacecraft opened, and a young man with a crab-like hairstyle, wearing an orange combat suit and a handsome face, stepped out.

"Goku!"

"Dad!"

It turned out that after the incident, Son Gohan and Krillin had been hiding in the distance, watching. They had a premonition that it must be Son Goku who had arrived.

Aside from Son Goku, whose head was filled only with training and fighting, Krillin couldn't think of anyone else who would pull off such a self-destructive landing.

Sure enough, that flash of orange and that familiar hairstyle—who else could it be but Son Goku?

Consequently, Krillin grabbed Vegeta by the foot with one hand and ran toward Son Goku, thump-thump-thump; even Son Gohan forgot that he could fly over.

This, however, was miserable for Vegeta. During the time Krillin was running, his head made contact with the ground over a hundred times, nearly knocking him unconscious.

Finally, when Krillin hugged Son Goku, he instinctively tossed the cumbersome object in his hand away.

Vegeta was finally liberated, but what greeted him was the surface of the spacecraft.

CLANG~~~

There was even an echo.

A humanoid dent appeared on the surface of the ship, and Vegeta became "Tragic-ta" once again, embedded firmly into the spacecraft.

"Uncle Krillin, look at that person—is that Vegeta?"

Hm?

Hearing Son Gohan's questioning voice, Krillin looked in the direction of Gohan's finger.

Well, well, if that wasn't Vegeta!

How did he end up over there?

"Krillin, take this Senzu Bean and give it to Vegeta; you're about to play him to death!"

Fortunately, Son Goku noticed something was wrong with Vegeta in time—his eyes were already rolling back, weren't they?

After Krillin left with the Senzu Bean, Son Goku ruffled Gohan's hair and quickly learned what had happened on Namek.

He even learned that after the Grand Elder unlocked his potential, Vegeta's combat power had risen to 300,000.

This combat power was even higher than his own, as he was only at 90,000 right now; with his current 15-fold Kaio-ken, he could push it to 1.35 million at most.

However, Son Goku felt no fear at all. He was filled with fighting spirit for the existence that could easily kill Vegeta in seconds!

"Huh, what's that under the spacecraft? Why is it twitching?"

Son Goku was curious; how could such a miraculous thing exist where he had landed?

Son Gohan reacted immediately, having witnessed with his own eyes the ugly Zarbon being smashed into the ground by the spaceship.

"That's a big villain! He and a bunch of other aliens almost wiped out the Namekians! Dad, you must avenge Piccolo's kin!"

Son Goku was in a bind; he loved fighting, but he had no interest in cutting down someone who had already lost the ability to resist.

Son Goku might not have been willing, but someone else certainly was.

Having eaten a Senzu Bean and returned to full health, Vegeta harbored sky-high resentment toward Zarbon.

BOOM!

With a full-power energy blast, he blew Zarbon and the already totaled spaceship into smithereens.

"My gravity chamber!"

Son Goku wailed!

"Forget it, it was unusable anyway. I'll just have Dr. Bliss build another one when we get back!"

Truly, this was Son Goku—the undisputed patriarch of optimists.

Vegeta cast a disdainful glance at Son Goku. Although Son Goku had suppressed his battle power, Vegeta could sense that it didn't exceed 100,000.

As for him, Vegeta, after his recent near-death recovery, his battle power had surged to 1,000,000!

No matter how strong Son Goku was, or how monstrous the Kaio-ken might be, he would definitely be crushed by the Prince of all Saiyans!

In the distance, Frieza frowned; the plot seemed to have veered off in an absurd direction.

According to this development, there was a high probability that Vegeta would transform into a Super Saiyan ahead of schedule!

This made no scientific sense!

Slug was incredibly irritable. Being dragged along by Frieza as forced labor was one thing, but the person he had taken an interest in had been killed, and when he tried to intervene, a mysterious force had held him captive.

By the time that binding force vanished, Zarbon had already been reduced to fragments. He wanted to go over and crush the culprits, but Frieza's voice echoed in his mind.

"Play however you like, but you are not to kill those people!"

Frustrated, aggrieved, and utterly miserable!

So, he didn't want to play anymore. Couldn't he just stay quietly in his dilapidated spaceship?

However, while Slug didn't want to fight, Vegeta did, and Son Goku did too.

Just as Slug was preparing to enjoy a few drinks, a massive energy blast punched a hole straight through his already battered spaceship.

Crucially, all his fine wine had been destroyed in an instant!

"Bastard! I spared your life, and this is how you repay me?"

Slug had seen Vegeta eat something and return to full health, his strength soaring more than threefold!

But in his eyes, that was nothing; he was still just a bug, albeit a slightly larger one.

"Huh? Why is it a Namekian?"

This time, it wasn't just Son Goku who saw it; Son Gohan and Krillin saw it too, and they were all utterly astonished.

Could it be that Namekians had wiped out the Namekians?

Was there a civil war?

What on earth was going on here!

However, the Namekian before them looked truly evil, and his aura was wicked—completely different from the peace-loving Namekians they knew.

"Doesn't matter who he is, beat him up first!"

Vegeta took the lead; he was going to settle the score for the slap he'd received earlier!

Slap!

Whoosh!

Ding!