Spaceship Tremors! I Cornered an Angel!

On second thought, Reiz felt that it actually made sense.

After all, this Spaceship wasn't very large, being only slightly bigger than a single-person spherical pod.

Its primary function was the rapid transport of combat personnel, so it naturally couldn't be equipped with any luxurious cabins.

"I... I don't need to sleep at night... You can just sleep by yourself," Linoshi said, her face flushing as she lowered her voice and spoke softly to Reiz.

She kept her head down, her gaze fixed on the tips of her toes, her fingers once again twisting the hem of her combat suit.

"How could that work? How would you replenish your energy without sleep?" Reiz smiled gently. "It's fine, you sleep first, and when you wake up, I'll sleep."

"Then... then alright." Linoshi felt that if she kept talking, Reiz might start to suspect her identity, so she simply nodded in agreement.

She still didn't dare to look up, feeling only her heart pounding wildly, like a little deer crashing around inside her chest.

"Whoosh—"

Just then, the Spaceship suddenly took off, and the intense force of gravity hit them instantly.

Reiz lost his balance, his body lunging forward, and he suddenly fell onto Linoshi, pinning her against the wall.

His hands were braced against the bulkhead on either side of Linoshi's head, his entire frame nearly enveloping her.

The distance between them was so close that they could count each other's eyelashes.

Linoshi: "..."

Her eyes widened instantly, her blue irises filled with shock and bewilderment.

Her already flushed face turned even redder, so deep a crimson it looked as if it might bleed.

Her breathing grew rapid, her chest rising and falling slightly, and her warm breath brushed softly against Reiz's face.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to," Reiz said hurriedly, only to find that he was somewhat reluctant to pull away immediately.

That elegant, subtle fragrance flooded his nostrils once more—not perfume, not powder, but a natural scent that felt strangely comforting.

"It... it's okay, I know," Linoshi nodded gently, her voice barely a whisper.

She could feel his body heat, the pressure of his palms against the bulkhead, and the way his gaze was fixed upon her face.

This sensation left her flustered and panicked, yet inexplicably, she didn't want him to leave.

Reiz took a deep breath, finally regaining his senses, and slowly straightened up.

Linoshi blushed and hurriedly scrambled away, sitting on the small bed and lowering her head again, saying nothing.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her hands resting on her knees, her body trembling slightly.

"Whoosh—"

In the blink of an eye, the Spaceship entered the vast starry sky.

Through the small porthole in the room, one could see the scenery outside had changed from the azure sky to the deep, profound black of space.

Countless stars were scattered across the void, dazzling and brilliant.

Once the ship entered space, Reiz immediately spotted a massive Spaceship hovering near the sector where Planet Vegeta was located.

The ship was gargantuan, deep purple-red in color, with a peculiar design that resembled a giant beast lurking in the stars.

Several smaller ships circled it on patrol, flashes of light occasionally darting past.

It was Frieza's Spaceship.

"That's Frieza's Spaceship!" Reiz felt a slight tightening in his chest, his expression turning grave.

He stood before the porthole, his eyes locked onto the massive vessel, his internal energy surging slightly.

Because this was outer space.

The greatest weakness of a Saiyan was the inability to survive in the vacuum of space.

If Frieza were to suddenly launch an attack on this ship right now.

I fear that apart from Linoshi, the entire squad would be wiped out in an instant.

"It really is Frieza!" Linoshi nodded slightly, having walked up to Reiz's side at some point, also looking out the porthole. "His ship being here clearly means he's up to no good."

Reiz didn't say anything, taking a deep breath and keeping a vigilant watch on the direction of Frieza's Spaceship.

Although Saiyans cannot survive in outer space.

Reiz was still capable of surviving for a short duration.

This was something he had verified when he was six years old.

As long as he applied an energy barrier to himself, as long as the barrier remained intact, surviving in space for a few days wasn't a major issue.

But for long-term survival, unless your energy was inexhaustible or you carried a large supply of Senzu Beans, it was impossible.

The reason Reiz watched Frieza's ship so warily was his concern that he might suddenly launch a sneak attack.

Although, according to the original plot, Frieza would spare Vegeta's combat squad.

However, could my existence cause a butterfly effect?

It's possible that this might lead Frieza to change his mind.

Therefore, Reiz dared not be careless.

As long as Frieza launched a sneak attack, Reiz would definitely strike immediately to block the opponent's energy.

"Whoosh--"

The Spaceship accelerated, carving a trajectory through the vast starry sky as it flew toward a distant star sector.

The starlight outside the window gradually stretched into lines, and Planet Vegeta grew smaller and smaller, eventually becoming an inconspicuous speck of light that merged into the galaxy.

Frieza's Spaceship.

The main control room was brightly lit, with various instruments flickering with a dim blue glow.

The large screen on the wall displayed real-time images of the surrounding star sector, and soldiers were busy at several consoles.

Frieza sat in a hoverchair resembling a baby carriage, suspended in mid-air.

Though his stature was small, he exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

His white skin gleamed coldly under the lights, purple chest and shoulder armor encased his slender body, and a long tail swayed gently behind him.

An evil smile appeared on his face, his eyes cold and cruel.

"Super Saiyan and Super Saiyan God, you say?" Frieza mused, his voice sharp and grating.

"Lord Frieza, this humble one believes these are merely cliché heroic legends," Berryblue, standing to the side, said with a smile, his tone carrying a hint of sycophancy.

He was tall and thin, dressed in a proper uniform, with a flattering smile plastered on his face.

"I know that, of course," Frieza said indifferently, his eyes narrowing slightly. "However, I cannot tolerate even a shred of unease! Regardless, the Saiyans are a group with extremely high pride; they will never become my truly loyal servants! It is time for them to be destroyed along with their planet!"

"What a pity, though; the Saiyans are, after all, excellent combatants!" Berryblue let out a soft sigh, his expression showing a touch of regret as he shook his head.

"Hmph!" Frieza snorted coldly, his purple lips curling into a cruel arc, and asked again, "Tell me, how many Saiyans have returned to Planet Vegeta?"

"In another month, almost all the Saiyans will have returned," Berryblue replied, glancing at the data pad in his hand. "Currently, only a very small number of Saiyans require more time to return."

"I can no longer wait, so let us set it for one month from now." A brilliant smile appeared on Frieza's face, a smile that made one's blood run cold.