Frieza Arrives Early

In the vast universe, the mysterious galaxy invites infinite reverie.

No matter how beautiful the mood, it eventually gives way to the exhaustion that follows curiosity! Gohan and Krillin sat on the ground, locked in a mental sparring match. Looking closely, after these few days of grueling training, Krillin's combat power had increased significantly. Although he was still far behind the others, he was finally qualified to embark on this journey; otherwise, with his meager strength, he wouldn't even be able to defeat Frieza's foot soldiers!

Sun Wukong, meanwhile, was in the Gravity Chamber, enjoying the thrill brought on by the pressure! Back at Mount Paozu, there were no such high-tech products!

Bulma and Vegeta were resting in the bedroom! Aside from Piccolo, whose hearing was exceptionally sharp, no one else knew what the two of them were doing.

"Hmph, women only slow down the speed of one's blade. To think that even a proud Saiyan has fallen into a den of softness!" Piccolo remarked, lacking any romantic sensibility. For a hermaphroditic species like him, how could he understand the beauty of women?

For Sun Wukong, nothing was more satisfying than an increase in combat power! Although the original story didn't describe it in detail, he was certain that Chi-Chi must have been the one to take the initiative; after all, even as a child, Chi-Chi understood far more than that single-celled organism, Wukong!

On the other side, the Frieza Force.

"How much longer?" Frieza demanded, his voice filled with malice.

"Lord Frieza, we will be able to land in about ten days!" his subordinate replied, trembling with fear.

"Accelerate, or this King will have your heads! If you don't arrive within a week, you shall die!" Frieza's cold, ruthless voice filled the entire ship.

"It's impossible, my Lord! If we accelerate any further, the ship won't be able to withstand the pressure—there's a risk of it breaking apart..." a dog-headed man in the cockpit said.

Before the words had even left his mouth, a tiny red beam of light erupted from Frieza's finger and shot toward him. The dog-headed man, along with the death beam, was blasted out of the ship through the shattered glass!

Instantly, a super-strong gravitational pull inside the ship began dragging everyone out into space! Only Frieza, along with Dodoria and Zarbon by his side, stood rooted to the spot, completely unmoved.

"Quick, activate the protective shields! Repair the ship as fast as possible!" commanded an alien with a toad-like head.

The crew struggled to move and operate the controls. A circular energy shield immediately enveloped the entire ship, and the gravitational pull dissipated!

Frieza smiled evilly: "He had no way, but what about you? Do you have a way?"

"Lord Frieza, we guarantee we will reach Namek in one week," the subordinates said, still shaken.

Inside the ship carrying Vegeta and the others!

Wukong crawled out of the Gravity Chamber with great difficulty before fainting.

Bulma took a Senzu Bean from a Hoi-Poi Capsule and fed it to him, scolding, "You Saiyans are all lunatics! Vegeta is like this, and you're the same!"

A while back, when Vegeta had first started, he too would often crawl out of the Gravity Chamber covered in wounds. Bulma felt both heartache and worry.

However, the recovery ability of a Saiyan was truly too strong; minor issues were usually healed by the next day, so she had grown accustomed to it.

"I was careless. I thought I could dodge it, but I ended up taking my own energy wave head-on," Wukong said, scratching the back of his head with a carefree grin.

"Enough, Kakarot. You've already wasted six Senzu Beans. That stuff isn't meant for your training! Besides, you haven't improved much lately; you've hit a bottleneck," Vegeta said coldly.

"Alright, I can feel my limits too. There's nothing I can do in the short term," Wukong replied.

"There are about ten days left! Rest well. We have to fight once we reach Namek," Piccolo said.

Vegeta looked at the two men before him—one with a combat power of about 11 million, the other around 3 million! He was astonished. Even though he was the one who had caused this, he couldn't help but admire the world's ability to repair its own rules! In the original story, Piccolo only reached a combat power of about 2 million after training with King Kai, being resurrected, reaching Namek, and fusing with Nail!

Kakarot had only reached about 3 million after emerging from the healing tank on the brink of death!

Now, because of Vegeta's interference, Piccolo had fused with the Guardian of Earth early, surpassing his original combat power! Wukong had also reached the base combat power required to transform into a Super Saiyan ahead of schedule!

King Kai's Planet.

King Kai sensed the Frieza Force accelerating and sent a telepathic message to the Grand Elder of Namek, filled with worry: "Grand Elder of Namek, the evil emperor Frieza will soon arrive at your planet. You must hold on! Among the people you scattered to escape, one is currently on his way to support you with a Saiyan and an Earthling!"

The Grand Elder replied calmly, "King Kai, I still have some time left. Do not worry. I will watch over my people until they are safe and then I shall be at peace."

In truth, the two had been in contact ever since Vegeta revealed that an enemy would appear on Namek!

But King Kai had never imagined it would be Frieza, the evil emperor of the universe! When he first found out, he had tried to persuade Wukong not to go, but he could never stop the combative nature of a Saiyan. The stronger the enemy, the more excited Wukong became—let alone the number one person in the universe!

"Grand Elder, try to scatter your people to buy time. The Earthlings and the others will arrive soon! You must hold on!" King Kai urged anxiously.

"Very well, King Kai," the Grand Elder said, his voice weak. After all, his lifespan was nearing its limit.

"Wukong, it seems Vegeta's prediction was wrong. Frieza is going to arrive early!" King Kai sent a telepathic message to the group traveling through space at super-light speed.

"What? Damn it... It seems some Namekians still won't escape the fate of death," Vegeta said, exasperated.

"Bulma, we need to accelerate as well! We must arrive before Frieza. Otherwise, I'm afraid he'll collect the Dragon Balls, and that will be troublesome," Vegeta said. After all, things were already deviating from the original story.

"It's impossible. We've reached the limit. Even at top speed, it will take nine more days," Bulma replied.

"Fine. We can only hope the Namekians can hold out," Vegeta said with concern.

Piccolo, who was floating in the air meditating, had veins bulging all over his body. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails pierced his palms. Although he was anxious, there was nothing he could do. He could only seethe in silence!

Six days later!

"They are here. Such evil energy," the Grand Elder sensed faintly.

A massive fleet was seen descending rapidly toward the surface of Namek. The powerful gravity caused the ships to slam heavily into the ground, causing mountains to crumble and the earth to split nearby!

As the dust settled, Frieza's petite frame slowly flew out of the hatch in his hoverchair. He commanded: "Everyone, scatter and search for the Dragon Balls. If you encounter strong combat power, report it to Dodoria immediately!"

"Dodoria, stay on standby to provide support. Nothing else matters, but you must get the Dragon Balls, no matter how many people you kill! Zarbon, you come with me; we shall search as well!" Frieza added.

"Yes, Lord Frieza," the subordinates and Dodoria replied respectfully. With that, they activated their scouters and flew off in every direction!