The Decision

Although Kast had informed him that Earth was merely a remote, backward planet in the North Galaxy—a place most powerful cosmic forces ignored or viewed with indifference—one could never rule out the unexpected. What if, one day, a powerful and wicked being arrived on Earth to wreak havoc and destruction?

Who would be there to stop him? Who could possibly stand in his way?

For this reason, the Old Guardian dared not leave the safety of Earth to the whims of such indifference.

Furthermore, the duties inherent to his position as Guardian forbade him from remaining idle or failing to prepare a contingency.

One had to realize that the martial artists of the current era were far too weak.

Limited by the constraints of the human race, the only individual with any semblance of strength was Master Mutaito, the man who had fought the evil incarnation of the Old Guardian—Demon King Piccolo—several hundred years ago.

As a human who had once stood against Demon King Piccolo and even climbed the Karin Tower, Master Mutaito was someone the Old Guardian knew well.

Though Master Mutaito was nearly three hundred years old, his power had continued to grow with age rather than decline.

Possessing formidable strength, he was known to the world as Master Roshi, and even held the title of God of Martial Arts.

His school, the Turtle School, had spread across the continent, nurturing generation after generation.

Yet, while Master Mutaito was considered a powerhouse on Earth and enjoyed great fame, he remained far too weak in the context of the vast universe.

Since there was no one on Earth capable of standing against a cosmic threat, the only option was to seek foreign aid.

As it happened, Kast had just demonstrated his immense power. Since a powerful entity was right before him and their relationship was amicable, it would be wise to offer a favor, which would also serve to repay the kindness shown previously.

In the distance, Kast was currently flying through the air, his body wreathed in a white aura. His objective was clear: the spaceship he had arrived in.

Although he now possessed the ability to survive in the vacuum of space, the cosmos was vast, and the distances between star systems were immense. Without a star chart, he had no idea where he might end up.

Compared to drifting aimlessly through space, the ship he arrived in contained detailed navigational routes.

Therefore, Kast had left the Lookout, but rather than departing Earth alone, he chose to return to his ship first.

"Arrived."

As the forest blurred past him due to his high-speed flight, a desolate basin appeared ahead.

That was where he had landed upon his arrival.

Compared to his speed when he first arrived, Kast's velocity had increased significantly, and he reached his destination in no time.

Suppressing his energy, Kast descended from above the ship.

The ship remained in the same state as when he had left it, undisturbed.

This was to be expected; the ship was parked in a desolate basin, a place with no tourist attractions or potential for development, so it was unlikely anyone would have noticed it.

Kast could have remotely piloted the ship to his location to save himself the trip, but after some thought, he decided to head there himself.

First, the landing site was sufficiently hidden; calling the ship over might have risked it being spotted during flight, creating unnecessary variables.

Second, Kast wanted to test his own full-speed flight capabilities.

Based on these two points, Kast abandoned remote control and traveled there himself.

Soon, Kast landed, took the remote from his pocket, and pressed a button.

The hatch opened.

As Kast sat inside, the hatch closed. As it sealed, a red aura began to emanate from the hull.

Accompanied by the glow, the ship slowly hovered into the air, then flashed with red light, transforming into a shooting star that streaked into the sky and vanished.

Time flew like an arrow; in the blink of an eye, two years had passed since Kast left Planet Vegeta.

During these two years, Planet Vegeta had undergone tremendous changes.

First was Prince Vegeta. As he grew, the young prince began to accompany King Vegeta on conquest missions against other worlds alongside high-class warriors.

The cold, bellicose bloodline of the Saiyans ensured that even at a young age, Prince Vegeta maintained a detached mindset, even personally slaughtering many alien races.

His ruthless methods perfectly showcased his cold-blooded nature!

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

Influenced by his formidable strength and methods, he gradually earned the respect of many Saiyans, for the Saiyans were a race that valued strength above all else.

At the same time, another young Saiyan began to make a name for himself within the circles of the lower-class warriors.

Unlike Prince Vegeta, who was born with the strength of a high-class warrior, this young fighter had been born a low-class warrior.

However, after experiencing hundreds, even thousands of battles and cheating death time and again, he finally broke through the bottleneck of a low-class warrior and reached a new realm.

As he began to lead more companions on missions, his calm judgment, immense strength, and willingness to help his comrades earned him increasing admiration.

Finally, the popularity he had accumulated allowed him to stand out completely among the lower-class warriors.

That warrior was the man who would one day become the father of Son Goku: Bardock.

Bardock possessed a head of semi-upright hair parted to the sides, bronze-toned skin, and a cross-shaped scar on his left cheek; at a glance, he looked exactly like the future Son Goku. Unlike Son Goku, however, Bardock's gaze was sharp and brimming with intelligence.

These changes in the Saiyans could not be ignored by Frieza, who was flying through a distant, unknown galaxy and had long viewed the Saiyans as a thorn in his side.

Although the overall strength of the Saiyans currently didn't amount to even a pinky finger of Frieza's own, their constant growth meant that, who knew, perhaps one day the legendary Super Saiyan would emerge.

While he scoffed at the legend of the Super Saiyan, the warnings passed down by his predecessors made Frieza unwilling to gamble on the possibility. However, the Saiyans were currently the most useful thugs at his disposal, and with the Frieza Force not yet fully established, he could not bring himself to make a final decision just yet.

That being the case, Frieza pondered for a moment, then swirled the red wine in his glass and slowly rose to his feet...