Sibling Rivalry

At long last, Frieza, that pain in the ass, had left Earth, and life on the planet had returned to its usual peace and quiet.

One Frieza had left Bulma's home, but another permanent resident had moved in: Vegeta.

It wasn't that the food at Bulma's house had attracted Vegeta, nor was it Bulma's looks.

It was the Gravity Chamber at Bulma's house. It was practically tailor-made for Saiyans.

Vegeta trained at 300 times gravity. He knew how important the fundamentals were, so he kept to his normal form and did basic exercises in the 300-times-gravity environment.

At 500 times gravity, he had to transform into a Super Saiyan to move freely.

Son Goku also remembered how crucial the Gravity Chamber was. Back when he was on his way to Namek, he had spent the whole trip training in one.

So Son Goku asked Bulma to build him a large Gravity Chamber too. As for money, Son Goku didn't think about it; the concept simply didn't exist in his head.

Bulma didn't mind either. It was just a Gravity Chamber; it wouldn't cost much.

And so Son Goku, Piccolo, and Son Gohan returned to Mount Paozu to train, preparing for the battle against the Androids three years later.

Krillin, Yamcha, and Tien Shinhan returned to the Lookout once again. They felt training there would do them more good.

With their bodies, something like the Gravity Chamber would be too hard on them. They didn't have the tenacious life force of Saiyans or Frieza.

Earthlings, whose lifespans were already short, weren't suited to training in a Gravity Chamber. It would only accelerate their aging.

Saiyans were different. They already lived longer, and their youth lasted a long time!

Once, Yamcha had tried to test out the gravity level Frieza used—500 times gravity—and had nearly died. That was one of the reasons Yamcha held a grudge against Frieza.

Yamcha hadn't seen just how terrifying Frieza was before, but he knew how formidable Vegeta was. And with Vegeta mooching off Bulma at her house, all he could do was seethe in silence.

The truth was, the truth was, Frieza had beaten him so badly that Yamcha was traumatized.

"Krillin, tell me, there are already two Super Saiyans on Earth. Son Goku and Vegeta are both that powerful, and with an even more terrifying Frieza backing them up, can the Androids really cause any trouble?"

Yamcha was feeling a little discouraged. He thought that no matter how hard they trained, they'd never catch up to Son Goku and the others. And they were already among the strongest Earthlings, so was there any point in continuing to train so hard?

Krillin pressed his palms together, then his expression changed. He started cursing and spitting at his own disobedient hands.

"Damn it, you stupid hands! I'm not becoming a monk! I haven't even held a girl's hand yet! Ptooey, ptooey! Stupid hands! You lousy hands! Why'd you make me press them together? Why'd you make me look so damn cool?!"

Smack!

Krillin slapped Yamcha on the back of the head, and Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu watched a figure vanish into the ruins of the Lookout.

"Huh? Where's Yamcha? What was he just asking me?"

Whoosh!

Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu instantly moved as far away from Krillin as they could!

A bead of cold sweat appeared on Kami's forehead, while Mr. Popo remained as calm and composed as ever.

"Mr. Popo, do you think the Lookout can withstand them wrecking the place?"

Mr. Popo's round eyes seemed to see through all the ways of the world.

"Kami, have you forgotten? Everything in the Lookout can be restored with a single thought from you. There's no need to worry about them breaking things!"

"Ha-ha! You're right. Then let the storm rage even harder!"

In a certain jungle on Earth, Dodoria, dressed in a Battle Suit and with small bumps on his head, emerged from the trees. After half a month of searching, he had finally completed King Frieza's assignment.

Looking at the Time Machine in front of him, its surface covered in moss and a large hole punched through its roof, Dodoria was filled with emotion.

First, he marveled at King Frieza's incredible foresight, then he congratulated himself on actually finding the thing.

"So this is the Time Machine? It looks pretty old. Oh well, I'll take it back first and have Monaka deliver it to headquarters for analysis."

Monaka was the best courier in the universe. He had never made a single mistake.

Of course, Monaka hadn't met Son Goku and the others yet. Otherwise, who knew whether he would have made a mistake?

Especially those two troublemakers, Goten and Trunks. If Monaka ran into them, he'd be terribly unlucky.

Oh, and there was that unreliable Beerus, too.

Today, Monaka had accepted a job from someone and delivered an item to Ice Planet.

It was a wooden box, with a videotape inside.

Cooler was the sender, and Frieza was the recipient.

To give him credit, Monaka was truly dedicated. Ice Planet was so cold, but he had still delivered the item. He had nearly turned into an ice sculpture, but his professionalism was worth learning from.

Frieza had only just returned to Ice Planet. As soon as he appeared, he saw an ice-covered figure clutching a block of ice and shuffling toward the palace entrance.

The icy figure was Monaka, and the block of ice encased the wooden box from earlier.

Before being reborn, Frieza had worked for Meituan for a while and had even worn the yellow delivery uniform. He knew how hard the job could be.

He didn't give Monaka a hard time. He even took him back to his spaceship, which left Monaka deeply grateful. He thanked Frieza over and over.

Back in the palace, Frieza tapped the item Monaka had delivered, shattering it. Yet the videotape inside the wooden box was completely intact.

"Dodoria, play it!"

"Hm? Are you deaf?"

Frieza's eyes narrowed. Only then did he remember that he had left Dodoria on Earth.

"Hey, you there. Play it."

A bald man with gray skin pointed at himself and asked woodenly, "King Frieza, are you talking to me? My name's Tagoma!"

If not for the fact that the palace was short on staff after King Cold's death, with Tagoma the only person still on duty, Frieza would definitely have let Tagoma experience the joys of being a sparring partner ahead of schedule.

"Go on! Play it!"

Frieza was curious, and he was looking forward to it.

Was his big brother Cooler bringing him some sort of delightfully indecent video? Frieza was already getting a little impatient.

Tagoma was a bit slow-witted, but his hands moved quickly enough.

Before long, an image appeared on a large screen.

Frieza froze. The scene looked familiar!

On the screen, King Cold was drinking. Suddenly, Frieza himself appeared!

"Holy shit!"

Frieza's eyes lit up. Two beams of destruction shot toward the player, obliterating both it and the videotape.

The image vanished in an instant, leaving only the words, "Thank you for using Changhong TV."

Frieza's face turned dark. What an outrageous advertisement!

"Cooler!!"

Frieza was furious. He hadn't expected that Cooler had installed a surveillance camera on King Cold's spaceship—and his act of killing his father as an offering to heaven had been caught on camera by Cooler!

If this had happened when he'd first crossed over, or right after he'd killed King Cold, Frieza would still have been somewhat afraid of Cooler.

After all, Cooler had maintained his ultimate form, and his battle power was 470 million! (That wasn't his final power level.)

Frieza also knew very well that Cooler had developed another transformation. He had no idea how strong Cooler was in that form.

But Frieza wasn't afraid of Cooler anymore. Even if Cooler's battle power was 470 million, or even twice that, Frieza still wouldn't be worried.

As for Cooler's transformation, Frieza could use it too. But if he transformed, the nature of his fourth form meant he'd never be able to change back to the way he looked now.

He thought he looked better without extra horns on his head.

There was one other reason, too: nostalgia!

This was the Frieza from his memories, the image people would never forget!