Frost

Universe 6, Planet Sadala, Royal City.

Sun Wumian eventually agreed to participate in the king's martial arts tournament. He had no choice; he didn't want to experience Caulifla choking him again.

"Hey, why do I have to participate?" Sun Wumian asked Cabba.

"I heard some powerful warriors from across the universe will be competing. I don't want someone who isn't a Saiyan from our warrior race to win. You're a Saiyan too, Wumian. The more of us there are, the better our chances," Cabba said seriously.

"But even though my strength has improved, I probably still can't beat you, Cabba."

He knew Cabba's strength was definitely more than it appeared.

"Mr. Wumian, there's no need to be modest. To become more than ten times stronger in such a short time makes you a genius unlike anyone I've ever seen."

Sun Wumian thought, You noticed that too? Looks like I didn't hide it well enough.

"Everyone can stay at our army's barracks tonight. Tomorrow morning, I'll take you to the palace for the king's banquet," Cabba continued.

The next morning.

"All right, everyone's here. Get in, let's go." Cabba had somehow gotten hold of a car. He spoke to Sun Wumian, Caulifla, and Kale.

"Hey, Cabba, didn't you say flying was forbidden in the Royal City? What's with those people?" Caulifla suddenly pointed at several figures flying through the sky.

"What?" Cabba looked up. "It's Frost! Great, he's finally here."

Frieza of Universe 6? No, he should be called Frost. What's he doing here? Sun Wumian wondered. Oh right, he and Cabba seem to be comrades.

Soon, Frost and several others landed in front of Sun Wumian and the others.

"Mr. Cabba, I'm sorry. We were still in a conflict zone when we received your invitation, so we arrived late."

"No problem. We still have time. Who are the people behind you?" Cabba waved a hand and asked.

Tap, tap, tap...

"Recoome!"

"Pat!"

"Jeice!"

"Guldo!"

"Ginyu!"

"Gather together!"

"The Ginyu Force!"

Frost: "..."

Cabba, Caulifla, and the others: "..."

Sun Wumian could now truly understand what an awkward dance was. They were the strangest of the strange.

"Ahem, they're the ones representing me in today's World Martial Arts Tournament hosted by King of Sadala."

"I see. I had no idea you had such powerful subordinates," Cabba said. "There's no time to lose. Let's get going."

"You flatter me, Mr. Cabba. Those fellows are no match for you."

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Just as I thought—he's all smiles while hiding a knife. He may seem polite and gentlemanly, but I'll have to find a chance to expose his true colors, Sun Wumian thought, giving Frost a disdainful look.

"Who are these people? I don't believe we've met," Frost asked, apparently noticing Sun Wumian's disdain.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce everyone. This is Mr. Sun Wumian, a Saiyan genius who appeared recently. He'll be participating in the tournament." Cabba pointed to Sun Wumian.

"Miss Caulifla, one of Sadala's most talented female Saiyans."

"Miss Kale, one of the few skilled fighters among the Saiyans."

"I see. I look forward to your guidance," Frost said with his usual smile.

King of Sadala's palace lacked the refined elegance of the palace Sun Wumian had seen on Earth in Universe 7, but it had a rugged beauty of its own. The entire palace was even larger than a small city.

"Mr. Cabba and Mr. Frost, you've arrived. The banquet will begin shortly. Please follow me."

The place was bustling with people, just like the kind of ancient emperor's banquet Sun Wumian had imagined.

A Saiyan woman who seemed to be a receptionist led the four of them to a private room.

"Oh? What a feast! I won't hold back." Caulifla's mouth watered. Forgetting all about appearances, she sat down and began to eat.

"We don't need to hold back either." Cabba sat down and began enjoying the meal.

Even at a queen's banquet, the food's only so-so. The ingredients are practically the same, but the difference is huge. I still miss Earth's cuisine. Oh well, I'll just have to fill my stomach with this. Sun Wumian ate as he thought.

Two Sadala hours later, the banquet ended. The highly anticipated martial arts tournament was about to begin.

Tens of thousands of people had gathered in a huge venue inside the palace.

Even though he had already experienced the World Martial Arts Tournament, Sun Wumian was still a little surprised.

"Hey, why hasn't your queen shown up?" Sun Wumian wanted to see King of Sadala too and find out what made her so appealing to so many people, so he asked Cabba.

"The king has many important duties. She'll appear when the time is right."

After a while, someone who looked like a host climbed onto the ring with a microphone and announced the start of the competition, then explained the rules.

The rules were much like those of the World Martial Arts Tournament: surrendering or falling out of the ring meant defeat; killing, weapons, and performance-enhancing drugs were forbidden. There were also some additional conditions.

Women and those without a gender, such as Namekians, were forbidden from participating. Contestants had to be between 16 and 30 years old.

"Now, will the 16 contestants who qualified or received invitations please come up and draw lots?"

"Let's go." Cabba leaped onto the ring. Sun Wumian hesitated for a moment, then jumped up after him.

He had already made up his mind. He had just gained tremendous strength and needed to consolidate it through battle. He wasn't interested in winning the tournament, anyway. He had no desire to become anyone's live-in son-in-law. He could just lose to Cabba or anyone who wasn't Frost.

Based on the battle power readings he'd gotten from the Scouter, the final match would most likely be between him and Cabba.

Eight of the 16 contestants were from the Sadala Army. Add Cabba and Sun Wumian, then the five members of the Ginyu Force, and finally one strange Saiyan.

Whether he was lucky or unlucky, Sun Wumian drew number one and was the first to fight. His opponent was Recoome of the Ginyu Force.

Frost's so-called mission to maintain peace across the universe was actually to stir up wars, then put them down himself. He cheaply bought up land devastated by war, then made huge profits from its redevelopment and revival. As Frost's right-hand warrior, Recoome must have been involved in plenty of such schemes.

If that was the case, there was no need to hold back. He'd at least beat him half to death, Sun Wumian thought.

At the host's call, the match began.

"Warrior! Ginyu Force! Reco—"

Sun Wumian didn't wait for him to strike an ugly pose. He sprang forward and kicked Recoome flying, then shot into the air and slammed both feet into him, driving him down toward the ring.

Crash! A huge crater appeared.