At a corner of North Galaxy, Frieza Branch.
On a high-tech planet, Frieza stood on the top floor of the tallest tower on the entire planet, gazing into the distance against the wind.
Dark rivers wound below his feet. Along their banks, towering clusters of armed buildings dotted the landscape like pearls. The dark horizon glimmered faintly beneath the lights.
It was already deep into the night.
He stood quietly there, holding a glass of crimson wine as he watched the hurriedly mobilized cosmic troops and the brilliant lights.
The tower rose so high it seemed to touch the sky and hold back the clouds. Standing at such a height, Frieza looked down upon the countless masses below as the howling wind battered his eardrums. His tail curled lazily across the ground at just the right angle.
Looking over the grand spectacle he had built, Frieza smiled in satisfaction. At this rate, conquering the entire galaxy, even the universe itself, was just around the corner. He had been riding high lately: the Frieza Force's expansion had yielded rapid gains, and several major hidden threats had been eliminated one by one. A few days ago, he had even learned an earth-shattering piece of news—the Dragon Balls!
After Turles fled Earth, he wandered the universe for a time and asked about the Dragon Balls on several planets, finally uncovering a few clues. He then hid the one Dragon Ball he possessed and sold the information to the Frieza Force in exchange for supplies.
Frieza's group still did not know that all seven Dragon Balls had to be gathered for them to be useful. Deceived by Turles, they dispatched an elite unit to search Wasteland Planet Filo.
Frieza had directly sent out his right-hand men, showing just how much importance he placed on