Pointing to a Deer and Calling it a Horse, Reversing Black and White

Frieza was at his wit's end.

The distance was simply too great; the only energy signature he could sense on Earth was that of Piccolo.

During this time, Piccolo had not ceased his training, and his combat power was now approaching 100 million. While still insignificant, it was significantly stronger than in the original story.

This was all thanks to the contributions of Slug!

When Frieza saw Dodoria, who had slimmed down by several sizes, he almost failed to recognize his number one lackey.

Could you imagine the once rotund Dodoria transformed into a bodybuilder with an eight-pack?

If not for Dodoria's unique skin color and the small, persistent bumps that hadn't vanished—merely shrunk—Frieza would never have guessed this person was Dodoria.

The moment Dodoria saw Frieza, all his grievances welled up, and tears began to spill like water from a broken dam.

Tossing aside the steamed bun in his hand, Dodoria prepared to file a complaint with his master!

As for this steamed bun, it was only because Gohan couldn't bear to watch Dodoria's diet any longer that he had requested Piccolo to improve it.

Otherwise, what Frieza would have seen was Dodoria gnawing on pig slop—and leftovers at that!

"Oh, ho ho ho! Dodoria, you look much more pleasing to the eye than before. That eight-pack is not bad! It seems you've been training quite hard on Earth!"

Dodoria, who hadn't even had a chance to speak, was dumbfounded, and so was Piccolo.

Piccolo's shock was simple: he had been suppressed by Frieza's aura. Having just finished training, Frieza hadn't yet managed to conceal his combat power.

A combat power of 600 million nearly caused Piccolo to suffer a mental breakdown.

Piccolo had assumed that even if he were weaker than Son Goku, he shouldn't be that far behind, but Frieza's aura dealt him a massive blow.

Except for Frieza, who possessed the Scouter Technique, everyone else could only judge combat power based on intuition.

Yet, without needing specific data, Piccolo could feel the chasm between them.

He had been crushed by Frieza's overwhelming combat power!

As for Dodoria, he was stunned by what King Frieza had just said!

Dodoria was truly the number one lackey; he immediately caught the note of appreciation in Frieza's words.

"King Frieza, I am your most loyal subordinate! To avoid bringing shame upon you, I have been training myself to the limit here on Earth!"

"Not only have I taken the initiative to do all the heavy and dirty work, but I have also fought various opponents, slept only three hours a day, and eaten the coarsest grains. After nearly a year of unremitting effort, I have finally achieved this fit physique!"

"But upon seeing King Frieza again, I realize that you are the sun in the sky, and I am but the grass on the ground. It is you who illuminates the earth, allowing this little blade of grass to grow strong!"

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(If I were to continue writing this, a few million words wouldn't be enough. To avoid finishing the story so quickly, I can only use ellipses.)

Piccolo was once again shocked by Dodoria's shamelessness!

No wonder the Grand Elder said Dodoria was Frieza's number one lackey; when it came to flattery, even if Piccolo took a spaceship, he wouldn't be able to catch up.

"Hmm!?"

Frieza was enjoying Dodoria's millions of words of praise and feeling somewhat carried away when he suddenly noticed a Mechanical Spy Bug approaching him.

Considering a certain possibility, Frieza didn't crush the bug; he waited until it had collected his cells before shooing it away.

The others didn't notice the bug; they only saw Frieza's gaze sharpen, followed by a wave of his hand, after which his aura subsided.

Piccolo had thought Frieza was about to engage him in a fierce battle and was already pondering how to contact Grand Elder Slug to have him use the Dragon Balls to resurrect him.

Who would have thought that before he could come up with a plan, Frieza's aura would drop rapidly, soon falling to a level similar to Krillin's.

Phew~~

Secretly letting out a sigh of relief, Piccolo said to Dodoria.

"Mr. Dodoria, since King Frieza has arrived, your training here can come to a temporary end. I believe King Frieza has need of your service!"

Piccolo cooperated quite "sensibly," which almost made Dodoria cry from grievance.

He had suffered nearly a year of inhuman treatment, and for this shameless guy to say such a thing—was he trying to make him thank his tormentor?!

Dodoria was extremely resistant!

Frieza knew exactly what was happening; he just found Dodoria quite amusing.

Now, he discovered that Piccolo was also quite amusing, so he decided to play along.

"Hmm?! Where have your manners gone, Dodoria? You are my subordinate. Do you want people to say I am incapable of managing my own men!?"

Frieza's eyes turned incomparably dark, and the chill he emitted involuntarily made Dodoria shiver dozens of times, nearly causing him to cramp up!

Snap!

Dodoria's legs snapped together, and he bowed 90 degrees to Piccolo, thanking him loudly.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Piccolo, for the training plan you designed for me. Please accept my most sincere gratitude!"

Piccolo was stunned!

He had harbored such an unrealistic thought, but it was purely to disgust Dodoria; he hadn't thought Frieza would be able to tell.

However, whether Frieza could tell or not, Piccolo wasn't sure, but he knew one thing clearly: Frieza had played right along with his words!

This~

King Kai is a big swindler!

Bulma, that unreliable chuunibyou girl, is more reliable!

Bulma was right, Frieza is a very easy-going person, it's just that sometimes he doesn't act like a person!

This is clearly toying with his subordinate, a subordinate who is full of loyalty!

"Your name is Piccolo, right? I remember you. Your combat power wasn't this high back then. Did something happen that I don't know about?"

Frieza waved his hand, conjuring a table and a chair from his storage space. On the table was a plate of fruit, the Tree of Might fruit.

He tossed one to Dodoria, just a little treat for his subordinate. This is the way to manage subordinates!

"Sit!"

Frieza sat down generously in the only chair, but told Piccolo to sit as well.

Where the hell was Piccolo supposed to sit?

On the ground or on the table?

Piccolo really wanted to flip the table and turn hostile!

But he didn't dare. Not everyone was Crow, who would flip a table just because.

Piccolo was certain that if he dared to make the slightest move to flip the table, he would be blasted into dust!

Actually, Frieza didn't have such intentions, but his appearance gave Piccolo that feeling.

He looked too evil, so no matter how friendly he acted, it was useless.

Frieza just wanted to say, Piccolo, you're too shallow, judging people by their looks. This isn't something a mature person should think.

"I told you to sit, but you're not sitting. Are you not giving me face?"

Frieza took a Tree of Might fruit and popped it directly into his mouth, just like Zhu Bajie eating a ginseng fruit, with no aesthetic whatsoever.

Although the Tree of Might fruit was useless to him, the taste was still good. At least it quenched his thirst.