Venting Nameless Rage

Frieza sensed Dodoria's ki, only to find that the fellow's energy was so weak it was practically undetectable.

With no other choice, Frieza shifted his focus to King Cold, and this time, he locked onto the target almost immediately.

Whoosh.

Frieza vanished from Ice Planet, reappearing moments later inside King Cold's spacecraft.

Seeing his convenient son suddenly manifest before him, King Cold was taken aback.

He hadn't sensed a thing; Frieza had simply materialized out of thin air.

It was truly miraculous!

"Frieza, is this some kind of magic?"

Although King Cold was surprised by Frieza's sudden arrival, he knew his own combat power surpassed his son's, so he felt no cause for alarm.

What he didn't know was that Frieza had deliberately suppressed his ki to under 100 million, specifically to mislead him.

Since the Frost Demon race possessed such formidable combat power, suppressing one's strength was standard practice, and King Cold suspected nothing.

"I hear you are collecting the Dragon Balls?"

Frieza finished speaking and scanned the room, spotting six Dragon Balls in a corner of the ship, identical in size to the ones he had seen before.

They ranged from the two-star to the seven-star; only the final one held by the Grand Elder was missing.

Phew, as long as the Grand Elder hadn't met with disaster yet, he wouldn't be considered entirely ungrateful.

Though he didn't really care—Frieza already had a notorious reputation, so one more stain wouldn't make a difference.

However, this was something he had to do himself!

Let King Cold do it, only for him to shoulder the infamy?

In his dreams!

"Frieza! Your father is about to attain eternal life, and I owe it all to your subordinate!"

"My scouter detected the combat power of that subordinate of yours, Vegeta. It seems that Saiyan monkey doesn't view you as his absolute master, does he?"

King Cold sipped his red wine, maintaining a very gentlemanly air.

Inside the ship, there was also a five-man squad—King Cold's ace unit, the Cold Force.

Even the weakest among them could utterly crush Captain Ginyu, and the strongest boasted a combat power of 3 million!

Yet, in Frieza's eyes, such power was no different from that of a common weakling.

"Do you know? You've done what I intended to do! That makes me very unhappy!"

Frieza's attitude was incredibly hostile, which deeply displeased the five members of the Cold Force.

They knew full well that they could throw their weight around the universe and look down on almost anyone.

But the Frieza standing before them was certainly not among those they could dismiss!

If he were still the Frieza who sat in a hover-pod, the leader of the Cold Force might have had the right to look down on him.

But now?

Huh?

Why is the sky green today?

"Frieza, perhaps you have forgotten: I am your father!"

King Cold remained in his gentlemanly pose, though only he knew whether he was truly furious or not.

"Only in name! The blood of the Frost Demon race has never risen above freezing!"

"Besides, don't you often plot to kill Cooler? Is he not your son as well?"

Creak, creak.

Frieza stepped closer to King Cold, casually snatching a glass of red wine from a nearby bar counter.

"Frieza, what do you think you're doing! You should know that my combat power far exceeds yours!"

King Cold still hadn't grasped the gravity of the situation; he truly was the same sort of character who would be killed by Future Trunks before he could even transform.

"Oh, ho ho ho! You really are a fool!"

"Hah!!"

Suddenly, Frieza's ki surged violently, the berserk energy blowing the five members of the Cold Force away and slamming them into the hull of the ship.

Although the spacecraft was highly advanced and incredibly durable, it still couldn't withstand the energy leakage caused by Frieza's outburst.

Pfft, pfft, pfft...

The stronger members of the crew were blasted right out of the ship, leaving five gaping holes in the hull.

The remaining trash, who relied solely on advanced weaponry, couldn't withstand the pressure and exploded instantly, not even having time to let out a scream.

Pfft!

King Cold lowered his head as a blade of purple energy pierced through his chest.

"Wah~~"

The excruciating pain forced King Cold to spit out a mouthful of blood; as it hit the ground, the blood instantly turned into ice crystals.

It was clear just how low the body temperature of the Frost Demon race truly was.

Seeing this scene, Frieza grew even more irritable!

It seemed that even if the Shenron could grant him a gender, his other half wouldn't be able to withstand this freezing temperature!

"I have already started to miss you!"

"Oh ho ho ho!"

Frieza increased the power in his hand, swinging the purple energy blade rapidly, instantly slicing King Cold into many pieces.

Whether intentional or accidental, King Cold's head remained intact.

"Frieza!!!"

However, he was met only by Frieza's purple energy wave.

Amidst the soaring energy wave, King Cold was pulverized; the extreme temperature left not even a single cell of him behind!

After finishing all this, Frieza still could not suppress the wicked fire burning in his heart.

Five Death Beams shot from his blood-red eyes, each aimed at one of the five members of the Cold Force who were attempting to flee the ship.

"Originally, you didn't have to die, but who told you to run away!"

The five members of the Cold Force cursed loudly!

"We weren't running away, you bastard, you were the one who blasted us away!"

"What kind of grudge is this? Killing your own father isn't enough, you have to come after us small fries too!"

"No, don't!"

'Boom!' x5

The world fell silent.

Hoo!

The wine glass in his left hand remained completely undamaged as Frieza downed the drink in one gulp.

This feeling, it was damn satisfying!

As expected, the best way to release frustration is through destruction. Should he just destroy Namek while he was at it?

Better not; this was the Dragon Ball World, the site of Son Goku's transformative battle.

Super Saiyan, huh? Golden hair, emerald eyes, that fierce gaze, and an arrogant aura that looked down on everything.

His childhood idol!

But now that he was this strong, it seemed he could easily beat the crap out of them!

Right, Slug should be awake by now. Although his combat power was a bit weak, he would still serve as a decent stepping stone for Son Goku.

Action followed thought.

And so, when Dodoria arrived at the ship, filled with excitement, while Zarbon dragged the half-dead Vegeta behind him, Frieza had vanished once again.

"Lord Frieza! Please don't abandon your most loyal servant again!"

Dodoria felt bitter inside, more bitter than eating coptis!

Feeling abandoned by Frieza once more, large tears rolled down his face~

This thoroughly disgusted Zarbon!

'Bang!'

He delivered a flying kick to Dodoria's fat body.

"Get lost!"

The pink meatball crashed through the ship and flew out!

"Zarbon! When Lord Frieza returns, I will make sure you know my power!"

Zarbon spat out a thick glob of phlegm.

"Pah~! You trash, acting tough on the back of your master!"

Just then, a figure appeared directly in the path of that glob of phlegm!