Earth
The hatch of the round spaceship slowly opened, and two figures floated down toward the ground. A crowd of Earthlings surrounded the strange flying craft, which they had never seen before. Some took pictures while others wondered aloud whether they were aliens. The chatter went on without end.
Nappa crooked his mouth in an evil grin. "Ha ha! You pieces of trash, let me give you a little welcome gift." He slowly raised his right arm and lifted two fingers. A terrifying surge of energy rose from the ground. After a wave of air swept through, the city and its inhabitants had vanished, leaving only a vast desert behind. What terrible destructive power! What an evil man!
"Nappa, stop!" Vegeta said. But it was already too late.
"What's wrong, Prince Vegeta? I've been asleep for a year. My body's nearly rusted over. I'm just getting some exercise," Nappa said excitedly. He had no idea that Prince Vegeta was no longer the prince he used to be.
"Nappa, don't forget why we came to Earth. And take off your Scouter." Vegeta fixed Nappa with a murderous glare.
Seeing Vegeta's expression, Nappa fearfully removed his Scouter. "I'm sorry, Prince Vegeta. I understand."
As Vegeta removed his own Scouter, he glanced coldly at Nappa. "If one of the Dragon Balls had been destroyed by your little outburst just now, I'd make sure you never got the chance to vent again." Anyone who gets in the way of my wish to grow ten centimeters taller will die, Vegeta thought viciously.
Nappa couldn't stop trembling as he remembered Vegeta's methods. "Understood, Prince Vegeta. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"But why do we have to take off our Scouters?"
"Idiot. During the fight with Raditz, didn't you learn that you can't use a Scouter to determine an Earthling's power level? They can control their power levels at will. And Frieza's men installed listening devices in the Scouters. Do you want Frieza to find out what we're looking for?" Vegeta said.
Looking at the muscular but brainless man, Vegeta wondered whether to kill him as in the original story or keep him around as a proper lackey. But he was so stupid that he might ruin things for him one day.
Then again, there weren't many Saiyans left. Since he'd taken over Vegeta's body and was now the Saiyan prince, he decided he might as well keep Nappa alive.
"Nappa, I'm done serving Frieza. You have two choices. One: keep following me, and I'll make you stronger than Frieza. Two: go back and keep serving him, but I might lose patience and kill you right now." Vegeta fixed Nappa with a threatening stare.
"Vegeta, I choose the first one. I've followed you since we were kids. If you hadn't followed Frieza, I wouldn't have either. Please don't kill me," Nappa said in terror.
"Fine. Since you've made your choice, I won't kill you. Stay by my side. You'll be useful when I don't feel like fighting myself." Vegeta folded his arms and spoke coldly.
"Now turn on your Scouter and see where the Earthlings who killed that piece of trash Raditz are. This is the last time you use it. After this, you're going to learn how to sense ki." Vegeta said.
Nappa quickly put the Scouter to his ear and switched it on. The readings appeared: "432... 358... 1200..."
"Vegeta, there are four or five power levels in the hundreds or thousands heading our way," Nappa said.
"Good. We'll wait here and conserve our strength. They're coming to die. Hmph." Vegeta sneered.
In the sky, Krillin and Yamcha flew at top speed toward Vegeta's location.
"That's an evil, powerful ki. I wonder if we'll survive this fight," Krillin said.
"Don't worry. Goku's already been revived, hasn't he? It'll be fine. I believe in Goku," Yamcha said.
Two more figures flew through the sky. Looking closely, they were Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu, traveling together toward their destination.
"Gohan, let's go. The Saiyans are here," Piccolo said, standing in the desert in his white cape.
"Okay, Uncle Piccolo," Gohan replied.
Looking at the child's young body, Piccolo thought, You're Sun Wukong's son, but you're the only person I can talk to. ...
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