Decision

Although Kast had told him that Earth was merely a remote, backward planet in the North Galaxy, and that most powerful forces in the universe paid it no mind, remaining indifferent and essentially ignoring it,

anything could happen. What if, one day, a powerful and evil man who did whatever he pleased suddenly came to Earth and wreaked havoc? What would they do then?

Who could stop him? And who would be able to?

For that reason, Old Guardian didn't dare entrust Earth's safety to the hope that it would be ignored.

Moreover, his duties as Guardian of Earth meant he couldn't simply stand by without taking any precautions.

The truth was, Earth's martial artists were far too weak.

Constrained by the limitations of the human race, the only one whose strength was worth mentioning was Master Mutaito, who had fought the evil counterpart of the Guardian of Earth—Demon King Piccolo—several centuries ago.

As someone who had once fought Demon King Piccolo and climbed Karin Tower, Master Mutaito was someone Old Guardian knew something about.

Master Mutaito was now nearly three hundred years old. Though advanced in age, his skill had continued to grow without showing any sign of decline.

With his formidable strength, he was known as Master Roshi, and even held the title of God of Martial Arts.

His martial arts school, the Turtle School, had spread throughout the continent, training generation after generation.

Though Master Mutaito was considered a strong fighter on Earth and enjoyed a great reputation, he was still far too weak by the standards of the vast universe.

And since there was no one on Earth capable of standing against such a threat, they would have to find outside help.

Fortunately, Kast had just demonstrated his great strength. Since a powerful fighter was right there before him, and the two of them were on good terms, Old Guardian could do him a favor—and repay him for the kindness he had shown earlier, too.

Far away,

Kast was flying through the sky, his body wrapped in white ki. His destination was clear: the spaceship he had left on the ground when he first arrived.

Although he could now survive in space, the universe was so vast and the distances between star systems so immense that without a star chart, he had no idea where he might end up.

Rather than fly aimlessly through space, he could use the detailed route stored aboard the ship he had arrived in.

So Kast left the Lookout. Instead of departing Earth alone, he headed back to the spaceship first.

"Here we are."

The woods blurred past behind him as he flew at high speed, and a barren basin came into view ahead.

It was the place where he had landed when he first arrived.

Kast was noticeably faster now than he had been on the way there. He reached his destination in no time.

Suppressing his ki, Kast descended onto the spaceship.

The ship was exactly as he had left it; no one had discovered it.

That was only to be expected. The spaceship had been left in a barren basin, a place with no tourist attractions and little potential for large-scale development. It was hardly surprising that few people had noticed it.

Kast could have remotely summoned the spaceship and saved himself the trip, but after thinking it over, he decided to go to it himself.

First, the ship was in a sufficiently secluded spot. If he summoned it without warning, someone might spot it in flight, creating unnecessary complications.

Second, Kast also wanted to test how fast he could fly at full speed.

For those two reasons, Kast decided against remote control and went there himself.

After landing, Kast quickly took a remote control from his clothes and pressed a button toward the ship.

The hatch opened at once.

Kast climbed inside, and the hatch closed behind him. As it shut, red flames appeared across the hull.

With the flames flaring to life, the spaceship slowly rose into the air. A flash of red light followed, and it shot toward the sky like a meteor, vanishing from sight.

Time flew by. Before long, two years had passed since Kast had left Planet Vegeta.

Planet Vegeta had undergone tremendous changes during those two years.

First, there was Prince Vegeta. As he grew older, the young prince began joining King Vegeta and several Elite Warriors in wars of conquest on other planets.

The Saiyans' cold, battle-hungry nature had made Vegeta cold-hearted at a very young age. He had even killed many alien races with his own hands.

His ruthless methods revealed just how cold-blooded he was!

So, although Vegeta was only two years old, no one treated him like a child.

Thanks to his formidable strength and ruthless methods, he gradually earned the respect of many Saiyans. After all, the Saiyans were a race that valued strength above all.

At the same time, another young Saiyan began to stand out and gain a reputation among the Low-Class Warriors.

Unlike Vegeta, who had been born with the strength of an Elite Warrior, this young fighter had been born a Low-Class Warrior.

But after hundreds, even thousands, of battles and countless brushes with death, he finally broke through the limitations of the Low-Class Warrior class and reached a whole new level.

As more and more companions went on missions with him, people increasingly admired his calm judgment, great strength, and willingness to help his comrades.

At last, the reputation he had built up made him stand out among the Low-Class Warriors.

That fighter was none other than Bardock, the future father of Son Goku.

Bardock had dark skin, a mass of half-upright hair that split to either side, and a cross-shaped scar on his left cheek. At first glance, he looked exactly like Goku would in the future. But unlike Son Goku, Bardock had a sharp, intelligent gaze.

These changes among the Saiyans could not escape Frieza's notice. Aboard a spaceship traveling through a distant, nameless star system, he had always regarded the Saiyans as a thorn in his side.

It was true that even the combined strength of all the Saiyans was currently less than one of Frieza's little fingers. But their strength kept increasing, and who knew—one day, a Legendary Super Saiyan might appear.

Frieza scoffed at the legend of the Super Saiyan, but the stories passed down by his ancestors still kept him from taking that chance. For now, though, the Saiyans were the most useful fighters at his disposal, and the Frieza Force had yet to be fully established, so he couldn't make up his mind just yet.

After thinking for a moment, Frieza shook his head, gently swirled the wine in his hand, and slowly rose to his feet...