Frieza and Son

Frieza had only just set foot on Earth, the ground beneath him still carrying the unfamiliar feel of an alien world, while the air was filled with the faint scent of gunpowder and dust.

Before he could even arrange his trademark cold smile, a shrieking roar that tore through the air suddenly came from the sky, as though something were plummeting at an astonishing speed.

Frieza abruptly looked up, his pupils contracting sharply—a silver spacecraft tore through the clouds like a meteor, plunging straight down amid scorching currents of air! "What the hell is this?!" Frieza's voice was filled with incredulous fury. His carefully planned entrance had been thrown into disarray.

He stared fixedly at the sky. The craft's outline gleamed with a cold light beneath the sun, like a ferocious beast poised to strike.

In that instant, Kuriza, standing beside Frieza, moved.

A vicious glint flashed through his eyes as he violently raised his right hand, gathering a dark crimson energy blast in his palm.

The energy blast resembled boiling magma, emitting a low hum. The air around it seemed to tear apart, sending visible ripples spreading outward.

"Quick, shoot that spacecraft down immediately!" Before Frieza's furious roar had fully faded, Kuriza's energy blast had already shot forth like an arrow loosed from a bow.

The dark crimson light split the sky, charging straight at the silver spacecraft with the force to destroy everything in its path.

Yet then, something shocking happened.

A dazzling blue light suddenly erupted from the spacecraft, and an even greater energy wave surged into the sky like a giant dragon.

The two forces collided violently in midair, producing a piercing sizzle.

Kuriza's dark crimson energy blast rapidly disintegrated under the impact of the blue light. Like ice and snow beneath a blazing sun, it was completely swallowed in an instant.

"Who the fuck ambushed me? Are you tired of living?!" Kuriza's roar was filled with disbelieving rage.

His narrowed eyes suddenly widened, and the ever-approaching blue pillar of light reflected in his pupils.

"Kamehameha!" The furious shout from the sky exploded like thunder. The blue pillar suddenly swelled, plunging down with unstoppable force.

Kuriza's face turned deathly pale in an instant. He could clearly feel the terrifying power contained within that energy.

He instinctively tried to dodge, but it was already too late. "BOOM—!" A deafening explosion echoed through the heavens as Frieza and the others' spaceship was instantly reduced to countless fragments beneath the blue beam.

Metal wreckage scattered in every direction like a torrential downpour, reflecting a blinding light beneath the sun.

The shockwave from the explosion swept outward, lifting sand and rocks several meters into the air and forming a visible wave of force.

King Cold stared dumbfounded at the sight before him, still holding the posture of having just stepped out of the spaceship.

Through the thick smoke, he could only vaguely make out a massive crater hundreds of meters wide, wisps of smoke still rising from its depths.

The air was filled with a pungent burnt smell mixed with the distinctive scent of melting metal.

As the smoke gradually dispersed, the fates of the two spacecraft were completely different: one landed steadily on the ground, its hatch slowly opening; the other had crashed directly into a distant hill, leaving behind a horrifying dent in the mountainside.

King Cold and his two sons all turned their eyes toward the crashed spaceship, every face filled with shock and fury.

The power of that attack had far surpassed their expectations.

The energy contained within that blue Kamehameha was enough to make even battle-hardened warriors like them feel their hearts tremble.

The sky had been dyed a magnificent orange-red by the setting sun, with clouds flowing slowly like burning flames.

Against that tranquil backdrop, a somewhat battered spacecraft hovered silently in midair. Its metal shell glimmered faintly in the afterglow of the sunset, as though carrying the secrets of countless eras.

Suddenly, the spacecraft's hatch slowly opened, and a young man lightly leaped out, landing steadily on the ground.

He stood tall and straight, his short, deep-blue hair like the depths of the sea fluttering gently in the breeze. His gaze was sharp and calm, as though it could pierce through every falsehood.

An ancient longsword was slung diagonally across his back. Intricate patterns were carved into its sheath, faintly exuding an extraordinary aura.

The young man's gaze went straight to Frieza and his two sons standing not far away. There was a hint of scrutiny and disdain in his eyes, as though he were sizing up a group of insignificant ants.

This young man was none other than Trunks from the future. His arrival was like a stone cast into a still lake, instantly shattering the silence around them.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey! What a rip-off. Bulma never made it clear that if there weren't enough materials, the time machine's quality would be this bad!" Tang Yangbing grumbled unhappily as he dusted himself off.

His voice echoed through the open area, carrying a touch of helplessness and complaint.

This time machine had clearly only barely reached this era due to insufficient energy. Fine cracks had appeared across multiple parts of its body, and some components were even trembling slightly, as though it might fall apart at any moment.

Tang Yangbing stood beside the time machine, sweeping his gaze across the surroundings with an expression of fatigue mixed with excitement.

Tang Yangbing's voice drew Trunks's attention. He turned to look, his gaze falling upon that familiar time machine.

His brows furrowed slightly, and confusion and vigilance flashed through his eyes. "What's going on? Why is there another time machine?" he muttered, his voice filled with incredulous surprise.

The time machine before him was almost identical to the one he knew, but the subtle differences made him uneasy.

He instinctively tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword behind his back, as though ready to face any danger that might arise. "Ahem, ahem... Have I finally arrived in Dragon Ball Z?" Tang Yangbing coughed lightly, his gaze sweeping over Frieza and the others outside the spacecraft.

A delighted smile gradually appeared on his face, as though a traveler who had journeyed far and long had finally caught sight of his destination.

He did not know how much dull, endless time he had spent in the time passage. There had been nothing around him but boundless darkness and silence, with only the occasional flicker of distorted light and shadow.

Now, seeing these familiar yet unfamiliar faces before him, he could barely suppress the excitement in his heart.

This undoubtedly proved that he had successfully arrived in Dragon Ball's past era, a world filled with legend and adventure. "Ding. The host has successfully arrived in the Dragon Ball Z era. Please check in atop Frieza's head to receive the corresponding mission reward!" The system's prompt sounded in Tang Yangbing's mind, clear and cold.

Tang Yangbing's expression instantly froze, and the corner of his mouth twitched. ...Damn it, why do I have to check in on top of Frieza's head this time? he could not help complaining inwardly.

Thinking back to how his first check-in mission had been completed on the dying Trunks, he could not help feeling that this check-in system always liked choosing tricky, bizarre locations.

Still, now that he had come this far, he did not have much room to choose.

"Whatever, I'll check in. They're just three losers, aren't they?" Tang Yangbing shrugged, his relaxed expression returning.

His gaze swept over Frieza and his two sons, his eyes carrying a trace of mockery and disdain. "They dare come destroy Earth with this much strength? Any random android would scare them to death. What ignorant so-called cosmic emperors," he muttered, his tone full of contempt for Frieza and the others.