"King Cold, Frieza's father. Hmph, he's also the leader of the Frieza Race. After overhearing your conversation with Piccolo, I found information about him in space!"
Vegeta answered, clenching his fists unwillingly. "Damn it, I didn't expect him to reach Earth so soon. That Kakarot isn't even here! Tch."
"King Cold?"
Piccolo murmured.
Son Wuling landed steadily on the ground, only then noticing what Vegeta was wearing.
"Vegeta, those clothes...?"
Son Wuling's words instantly set Vegeta off. Bulma had washed his battle suit, but the replacement she prepared for him was this old-fashioned outfit. Yamcha had laughed himself silly at the time. What Vegeta feared most was Son Wuling seeing it, but King Cold's arrival had made him forget all about it.
"Shut up! That Earth woman washed my clothes. It's not like I wanted this... Hey, what are you doing? Son Wuling, what kind of look is that?"
Son Wuling pulled Son Gohan away with a look of disgust, while Videl silently put some distance between herself and Vegeta. With a solemn expression, Son Wuling said to Videl and Son Gohan, "Kids, never learn from this weird uncle. Look how flashy he dresses, understand? Gohan, Videl!"
"Yes, Uncle Wuling!"
"Yes, Master Wuling!"
Son Gohan and Videl nodded silently. The looks they gave Vegeta were exactly like Son Wuling's earlier expression, full of disdain, and it drove Vegeta mad.
"Son... Son Wuling... Hmph!"
Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest and snorted. "I won't be angered by your words."
"Oh, really?"
Son Wuling smiled. "I wonder whether our Saiyan prince will go back on his word about wearing women's clothes."
Son Wuling's words set Vegeta off again. "Bastard! I said I'd wear women's clothes only if I lost after becoming a Super Saiyan, Son Wuling!"
"Pfft..."
Yamcha, Tien Shinhan, Krillin, and the others failed to hold back their laughter. But when they saw Vegeta's murderous glare, they hurriedly swallowed it down, though they still covered their mouths to stifle their laughter.
"They're here..."
Piccolo suddenly shouted, making Son Wuling, Vegeta, and the others immediately fall silent. A massive spaceship pierced through the clouds, breaking through the atmosphere as it began to descend.
"Videl, Gohan, come with me first. Everyone, stay alert..."
Son Wuling looked toward where the spaceship was landing. Just as he was about to fly over with Videl and Son Gohan, someone in a purple martial arts uniform flew over. He had a huge afro.
"Satan... Why is he here too?"
Son Wuling was genuinely surprised. Satan was cowardly and fond of petty tricks, so his arrival truly caught him off guard. At the same time, Son Wuling felt a little gratified. He had not misjudged him after all.
"Dad..." Videl's eyes widened in surprise as well.
Other than Vegeta, the other Z Fighters were no strangers to this disciple of Son Wuling who now appeared on the big screen. He was also the public face Son Wuling had chosen for them. Through Satan's promotion, their fame had spread to every corner of Earth. The Z Fighters who secretly protected the world had even gained many fans.
"Master Wuling, and all my martial uncles, although my fighting strength is poor, I have never forgotten my responsibility to protect Earth and the world. I have always remembered what Master Wuling told me!"
Satan landed on the ground, smiled at Videl first, then spoke with great seriousness.
"Then come with us! Satan, follow everyone and catch up afterward."
Son Wuling nodded in satisfaction and flew straight ahead with Videl and Son Gohan. Satan followed Piccolo and the others after them. Whether Satan was sincere or not, he had come without retreating. His actions earned him some goodwill from Tien Shinhan, Yamcha, Piccolo, and the others.
In the distance, a huge round spaceship crashed down. The hatch opened, and a massive figure emerged first, followed by a large group of soldiers wearing Scouters.
King Cold looked much like Frieza's second form, with a horned head and a muscular, imposing body over two meters tall.
"This planet looks rather beautiful. It should fetch quite a bit of money!"
King Cold crossed his arms over his chest and surveyed everything with cold eyes.
"The Super Saiyan who killed Frieza lives here?"
A soldier jogged over. During the events on Namek, he had been dispatched to another planet, allowing him to survive by chance. Through his Scouter, he had also witnessed the battle on Namek.
"Yes, King Cold. We traced the flight path of the Dragon Balls from back then, and it leads here!"
King Cold sneered. "Dragon Balls... I never expected such things to really exist. Hmm..."
Suddenly, a beautiful figure descended from the sky and landed before them. She had shoulder-length golden hair, blue eyes, delicate features, and a purple bodysuit that perfectly outlined her proud and captivating curves. A blue vest was layered over it, and red flat boots gave her a striking, capable air.
"Who are you?"
King Cold stared at the blonde girl in astonishment. Even the Scouters had detected absolutely none of her energy.
"N-No way... King Cold, her fighting power is zero. No, it's like she doesn't exist. How is that possible?!"
Suddenly, one of the soldiers looked at the Scouter's reading. Zero—it was as though she were an illusion, as though she did not exist at all!
"Zero... How is that possible? Is the Scouter malfunctioning?"
King Cold angrily grabbed the soldier. "I can feel tremendous pressure from this woman, yet you tell me it's zero! Is she air?"
"King Cold, it really is correct! The Scouter reads zero. There's really no mistake!"
The soldier gritted his teeth and answered nervously.
King Cold released him, cold sweat gathering on his face. He felt fear emanating from the blonde girl. That oppressive sensation, like the pressure of a superior being, made breathing difficult for him. He swallowed involuntarily.
The blonde girl lightly brushed back her golden hair. "Cold, Frieza's father, right? But you've lived in comfort for too long and wasted all your potential. Though you're inferior to Frieza, if you had kept training, you might at least have made my current self somewhat interested."
King Cold gritted his teeth and looked at the trembling soldiers around him. "Go! Kill her!"
"W-What? King Cold?"
The soldier's eyes widened, disbelief written across his face.
"What, are you refusing to obey my orders too?!"
King Cold seized a soldier who was shrinking back and blasted him into pieces with a single Energy Blast on the spot, instantly shocking the other soldiers who had wanted to flee.
"Hmph!"
The blonde girl sneered at the sight before her. She watched everything calmly and indifferently, not taking King Cold seriously at all, as though she were watching a clown.
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