Beerus's Free Labor

At last, Beerus's free labor had arrived.

Before the former Emperor of the Universe, Raditz had finally managed to show off.

He recalled the World Martial Arts Tournament from before.

Before he had even gotten the chance to show off properly, Piccolo had taken him out in a single move. It had truly been a humiliating disgrace.

However.

After learning just how unfathomably powerful Piccolo truly was, he did not dare go back to challenge him again.

When it came to picking on the weak and fearing the strong, Brother Raditz had it down to a science.

If he could not beat Piccolo, could he not beat a washed-up Frieza?

When Frieza saw Raditz truly transform into a Super Saiyan,

the fury on his face instantly turned into profound terror.

He instinctively took two steps back and muttered,

"Su-Super Saiyan..."

"How can even you do it?"

That golden, gleaming appearance was far too familiar to him.

Aside from the slightly longer hair, it was exactly the same as the transformation Sun Wuxiu had used to defeat him back then.

The fear etched deep into his soul surged forth once more.

There was no mistake. This was a Super Saiyan.

Meanwhile,

Shenron, who had been circling in the sky, was already growing impatient.

The enormous dragon lowered his head and urged them in a voice like a ringing bell.

"Do you have any more wishes?"

"There is one remaining."

Hearing Shenron's voice, Frieza reacted as though he had seized a lifeline.

He abruptly raised his head and was just about to shout at Shenron.

"Quick, send me—"

However.

Before he could even finish begging for help, Raditz instantly closed in.

A heavy iron fist crashed straight into him.

Frieza flew away like a cannonball, smashing directly into a distant mountain range.