The Unknown Girl

"King Cold, Frieza's father. Hmph, he's also the leader of the Frieza Race. After overhearing your conversation with Piccolo, I searched for information about him in space!"

Vegeta replied, clenching his fists unwillingly. "Damn it, I didn't expect him to reach Earth so quickly. That idiot Kakarot isn't even here yet! Tch."

"King Cold?"

Piccolo murmured softly.

Son Wuling landed steadily on the ground, only then noticing what Vegeta was wearing.

"Vegeta, those clothes...?"

Son Wuling's words immediately set Vegeta off. Bulma had washed his battle suit, but what she had prepared for him instead was this ridiculously old-fashioned outfit. Yamcha had laughed himself silly at the time. What Vegeta had 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 close with a look of disgust, while Videl silently moved farther away from him. With a grave expression, Son Wuling said to Videl and Son Gohan, "Children, never imitate this weird uncle. Dressing so flamboyantly, understand? Gohan, Videl!"

"Yes, Uncle Wuling!"

"Yes, Master Wuling!"

Son Gohan and Videl silently nodded. The way they looked at Vegeta was exactly the same as Son Wuling's earlier gaze, filled with disgust, making Vegeta furious.

"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 could not hold back their laughter. But when they saw Vegeta's murderous glare, they hurriedly stifled it, though they still covered their mouths as they struggled not to laugh.

"They're here..."

Piccolo suddenly shouted, making Son Wuling, Vegeta, and the others quickly fall silent. A massive spaceship emerged from the clouds, breaking through the atmosphere as it began to descend.

"Videl, Gohan, come with me first. Everyone, be careful..."

Son Wuling looked in the direction where the spaceship was landing. Just as he was about to fly over with Videl and Son Gohan, someone wearing a purple martial arts uniform flew toward them, sporting a large afro.

"Satan... Why is he here too?"

Son Wuling was genuinely surprised. Satan was timid and fond of petty tricks, so his arrival was truly unexpected. At the same time, Son Wuling felt a little gratified. He had not misjudged him after all.

"Dad..." Videl also widened her eyes in surprise.

Aside from Vegeta, the other Z Fighters were no strangers to Son Wuling's disciple, who often appeared on the big screen. Son Wuling had chosen Satan as their public face. Thanks to Satan's promotion, their reputation had spread to every corner of Earth. The Z Fighters who secretly protected the world had even gained a great many fans.

"Master Wuling, and all my senior uncles, although my fighting power 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. Whether Satan was sincere or not, at least he had come without shrinking back. His actions earned the goodwill of Tien Shinhan, Yamcha, Piccolo, and the others.

In the distance, a gigantic round spaceship crashed down. The hatch opened, and a huge figure emerged first, followed by a large group of soldiers wearing Scouters.

King Cold looked much like Frieza's second form, with horn-like protrusions on his head and a muscular, imposing body over two meters tall.

"This planet looks rather beautiful. It should fetch quite a bit of money when sold!"

King Cold crossed his arms and surveyed everything with cold eyes.

"The Super Saiyan who killed Frieza lives here?"

A soldier hurried 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 personally witnessed the battle on Namek.

"Yes, King Cold. We tracked the trajectory of the Dragon Balls' flight back then. This is the place!"

King Cold sneered. "Dragon Balls... So such things 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, alluring curves. Over it, she wore a blue vest and a pair of red flat boots, giving her a striking yet capable appearance.

"Who are you?"

King Cold stared at the blonde girl in surprise. Even the Scouters had failed to detect her energy at all.

"N-No way... King Cold, her fighting power is zero. No, it's like she doesn't exist. How is that possible?!"

Suddenly, a soldier stared at his Scouter's reading. Zero—it was as if she were an illusion, as if she did not exist at all!

"Zero... How is that possible? Is the Scouter malfunctioning?"

King Cold angrily seized the soldier. "I can feel enormous pressure from this woman, and you're telling me it's zero! Is she air?"

"King Cold, it really is correct! The Scouter reads zero. It hasn't made a mistake!"

The soldier gritted his teeth and answered nervously.

King Cold released the soldier, cold sweat gathering on his face. He felt fear coming from this blonde girl. That oppressive aura, like the pressure of someone above him, made it difficult for him even to breathe. He swallowed unconsciously.

The blonde girl lightly brushed back her golden hair. "Cold, Frieza's father, right? But you've lived in comfort for so long that all your potential has gone to waste. Though you're inferior to Frieza, if you had trained all along, you might at least have been enough to interest me now."

King Cold gritted his teeth and looked at the soldiers around him, who were trembling just like he was. "Go! Kill her!"

"W-What? King Cold?"

The soldier widened his eyes, looking utterly disbelieving.

"What, are you refusing even my orders now?"

King Cold grabbed a retreating soldier and blasted him into pieces with a single Energy Blast, instantly frightening the other soldiers who had been planning to flee.

"Hmph!"

The blonde girl watched the scene before her with a cold smile, calmly and indifferently observing everything. She did not take King Cold seriously at all, as though she were watching a clown.