"Oh ho ho, thank you for your hard work, Sor-whatever-bet," Frieza said with a laugh.
"Your Majesty, it's Sorbet," Sorbet said cautiously.
Frieza nodded and asked, "Where are we?"
"Your Majesty, this is Earth, the Saiyans' home base. We should leave at once," Sorbet said.
The word "Saiyans" immediately brought back memories of Frieza's ordeal on Planet Namek. His eyes narrowed, and he clenched his fists so tightly that blood seeped from his palms without him noticing.
Seeing this, Sorbet felt a flicker of unease.
Just then, Shenron spoke in his deep, rumbling voice. "You who gathered the seven Dragon Balls, do you have any more wishes? If not, I will leave."
"Can you really grant any wish?" Frieza asked.
"Yes, any wish," Shenron said.
"Then please grant me eternal life and youth," Frieza said.
Cold sweat broke out across Shenron's forehead. "I'm sorry, but I cannot grant that wish. Please choose another," he said awkwardly.
"Tch, I thought you were something special. All show and no substance. Then I want to grow five centimeters taller. Can you do that?"
"That wish is simple," Shenron said.
His eyes flashed red, and Frieza's body grew five centimeters taller on the spot.
Frieza inspected his body and said with satisfaction, "You do have some use after all."
He had barely finished speaking when he sensed several extraordinarily powerful auras. "Those damned Saiyan monkeys!" he cursed.
"King Frieza, we shouldn't confront the Saiyans head-on right now," Sorbet said, his voice trembling. "Their strength has grown rapidly during your absence. They even killed Majin Buu."
"What?" Frieza was shocked. His father, King Cold, had warned him repeatedly that there were two beings in the universe he must never provoke: the God of Destruction Beerus and Majin Buu. He had never imagined those damned Saiyan