Frieza

As the spaceship set off, Kast closed his eyes and began to meditate.

Meanwhile, on Planet Vegeta.

"King Vegeta, the messages have all been sent. In the next two days, all the Saiyans who aren't currently on missions should be back."

Below the throne, a purple-skinned alien waved the display in his hand and respectfully addressed the middle-aged man seated above him.

The man had a mustache, a fierce expression, and spiky hair. He wore a Battle Suit bearing an insignia that marked his rank, along with a red cape.

Though he said nothing, his expression made his authority plain.

This was King Vegeta.

"Excellent!"

After hearing the report, King Vegeta rose and turned away.

"Notify every Saiyan who's available. The prince's banquet will be held in two days. No one is to miss it."

As he spoke, King Vegeta suddenly thought of something and turned back to ask, "Does King Frieza know about the prince's birth?"

At King Vegeta's question, the purple-skinned alien straightened and replied,

"Your Majesty, the prince's birth isn't a secret. King Frieza knows about it."

"Is that so..."

King Vegeta sat back on his throne, closed his eyes, and gently stroked his mustache.

"Send an invitation to King Frieza. Tell him it's to celebrate my son's birth."

With that, he waved a hand to dismiss the alien.

As the man left and the door closed behind him, King Vegeta opened his eyes and coldly uttered three words: "Frieza..."

"...That's how things stand, King Frieza. King Vegeta's son has been born, and he'd like to invite you to the prince's birth celebration."

In the darkness of space, a green planet drifted. Not far above it hung a gigantic, disc-shaped spaceship. Its hatches were open, and a group of aliens in Battle Suits poured out, rushing toward the planet.

In the ship's cockpit, a handsome man with dark green hair and blue-green skin knelt before someone seated in a small hovercraft, reporting to him.

"Oh? Heh heh heh..."

With a laugh that had a distinctive lilt, the one in the hovercraft revealed his face. He was an alien with red-patterned skin, a purple forehead, a thick tail, and two sharp horns. He held one hand to his mouth as he chuckled softly.

He was the man known as the "Evil Emperor"—Frieza!

"Mr. Zarbon."

Frieza stared intently at the display ahead of him, a chilling smile appearing on his scarlet lips.

The screen showed a green planet—the one below the ship. At that moment, flashes of dazzling red light kept appearing across its surface. They were traces of battle!

"No matter how many times I see them, those dazzling fireworks never get old!"

The battle on the screen was nearing its end. The Frieza Army troops on the planet had all returned and were flying toward the ship.

The planet's surface was now crisscrossed with red fissures. The cracks multiplied and spread faster and faster, until the planet finally reached its limit and exploded!

"Hahaha! Look, Mr. Zarbon, Mr. Dodoria. Aren't those fireworks beautiful?"

As the planet exploded, Frieza spread his arms and laughed with unrestrained delight.

Dodoria, the one being addressed, was a pink-skinned man with spikes on his head. Like Zarbon, he was one of Frieza's direct subordinates.

The two exchanged a glance and, with wordless understanding, stood silently on either side of Frieza.

"By the way, Prince Vegeta has been born, hasn't he? That's certainly good news."

Some time had passed since the explosion, and the spaceship had moved far from the area. Frieza had already returned to his usual calm, elegant demeanor. He held one hand loosely over his lips and smiled. "Since King Vegeta invited us, we'll pay him a visit. We can bring a generous gift while we're at it, right? Hahaha..."

Two days later

"Warning, warning. Ten minutes until arrival at Planet Vegeta..."

Inside the spacecraft, Kast opened his eyes. A red giant filled his view, and spacecraft could be seen flying toward Planet Vegeta from all directions.

Like Kast, they were Saiyans returning to celebrate Prince Vegeta's birth.

"..."

Kast gazed at the planet before him without a word, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Your Majesty, everything is ready."

In the hall, a middle-aged Saiyan with a scar at the corner of his mouth reported respectfully.

"Excellent!"

King Vegeta waved a hand and was about to say something when he suddenly thought of something and asked, "By the way, has Frieza—has King Frieza arrived yet?"

"No, King Frieza hasn't arrived yet."

The middle-aged Saiyan hurriedly answered King Vegeta's question and wiped away his cold sweat.

"Not yet?" King Vegeta frowned at his subordinate's reply.

The message he'd received earlier said that Frieza had accepted the invitation and planned to come today. If he still hadn't arrived, they couldn't start preparing the banquet just yet.

"Go and contact—"

Before he could finish speaking, the sound of spaceships breaking through the air came from outside. Through the windows, they could see the Frieza Army's ships.

"Your Majesty, King Frieza has arrived."

A man entered from outside and spoke respectfully.

"I can see that..."

"Frieza came too?"

Lost in the crowd, five-year-old Kast was inconspicuous. He looked up at the spaceships in the sky.

"So those are Zarbon and Dodoria? The Scouter readings say Zarbon's battle power is 23,000 and Dodoria's is 22,000. They really are strong—far beyond what I can match right now."

Seeing the two men fly out of the leading ship and recognizing their features, Kast immediately knew they were Frieza's subordinates, Zarbon and Dodoria.

"Then Frieza must be inside that one."

"Bang!!"

"Bang!!!"

As Kast was thinking, a series of explosions suddenly rang out around him. The Scouters worn by the nearby Saiyans had overheated and blown up.

"Two hundred and twenty thousand, two hundred and thirty thousand... It still hasn't reached the limit! A m-monster!"

A Saiyan trembled as he pointed in terror at the alien flying out of the spaceship in a hovercraft.

That man was the Evil Emperor, Frieza!

"How is this possible? How can he be so strong?!"

"Damn it..."