The other half of the battlefield: Vegeta and Cui.
Cui's Scouter exploded from the overload, sending fragments flying.
The Frieza Force's Scouters could detect power levels of up to 20,000. If the reading exceeded that by too much, they would explode from the overload.
Meanwhile, hundreds of kilometers away.
On Frieza's hovering chair, the Emperor of the Universe was elegantly sipping a glass of red wine.
Suddenly, Dodoria let out a cry of alarm beside him.
"Dodoria," Frieza said, pausing slightly as his crimson eyes glanced sideways at him. His voice was stern. "What's going on?"
Dodoria's fat body trembled. He quickly dropped to one knee. "M-my apologies, King Frieza! The traitor Vegeta, reported by the Force, has also come to Planet Namek. Just now, the Scouter detected... detected Vegeta fighting Cui, and Vegeta's power level has reached 24,000!"
"What?!" Zarbon, the green-skinned warrior standing nearby, also paled.
Frieza paused, then slowly lowered his wineglass.
"Dodoria," he said softly, "you've lost your composure."
Dodoria reacted as though struck by lightning. He slammed his forehead against the ground. "I-I was wrong, my lord! It won't happen again!"
Frieza waved a hand, his tone indifferent. "Vegeta has spent years charging into battle on the front lines, constantly hovering at death's door. It's no surprise he's reached this level of power. A power level of 24,000 is still nothing but an ant's."
He paused, a hint of amusement flashing through his crimson eyes. "Our top priority now is finding the Dragon Balls as quickly as possible. Understood, Mr. Dodoria?"
*The Dragon Balls... Once I gather all seven, I can make a wish to Shenron and gain eternal life. Then the entire universe will remain at my feet forever. No one will ever threaten my rule again. Those Saiyan legends and those ridiculous prophecies