A gentle breeze blew through the Sacred World of the Kai, painting a peaceful scene.
Lin Chen and the others sat at the tables and chairs prepared for them, enjoying all sorts of delicacies, along with ice cream and popcorn, as though they were on a picnic.
Not far from them, however, the atmosphere was thick with murderous tension.
Frieza faced the brothers, Lin Luo and Taro, from several dozen meters away, staring them down.
"Lord Lin Chen, you won't go back on your promise, will you?"
To be on the safe side, Frieza sought confirmation once more.
"Of course not," Lin Chen said.
"And what if I injure your sons?" Frieza asked again.
"It doesn't matter even if you kill them."
As Hanasia and Tights pummeled him from either side, Lin Chen said, "I can revive them with the Dragon Balls."
"Then I have nothing to worry about."
Frieza gave a sinister smile, then turned toward Lin Luo and Taro. "Young masters, don't blame me. If you must blame someone, blame your father for making me your opponent!"
"Hee hee hee."
Lin Luo and Taro exchanged a glance, each seeing the amusement in the other's eyes.
Listening to Frieza, they would have burst out laughing long ago if they hadn't been afraid of making him suspicious.
"Big Brother, what should we do? Fuse first, or fight him separately first?" Taro asked.
"Let's fuse right away," Lin Luo replied without hesitation. "Dad said we need to teach Frieza a lesson he'll never forget and show him that times have changed!"
"Okay!"
With that, both reached into their pockets, took out an earring each, and put them on.
They were the Potara Earrings that would never wear out.
Lin Chen had slipped them to his sons before Frieza even chose his