Universe 7.
North Galaxy, North Star Region.
Planet Frieza.
It was a frozen planet where temperatures stayed low all year round, bitterly cold to the bone.
Everything in sight was white with snow.
Such a harsh environment was torture for ordinary humans.
But the Frieza Clan loved living in conditions like these.
The extreme cold made them feel wonderfully comfortable.
They savored every moment of it.
At that moment.
Inside Frieza's bedchamber.
Frieza was reclining on his throne.
In his left hand, he held a stemmed wineglass filled with fine, chilled red wine.
He swirled the glass, letting the wine slowly circle its transparent walls and form a beautiful whirlpool.
He was just about to take a sip.
"King Frieza! King Frieza!"
A voice shattered the silence.
Frieza's eyelid twitched as he looked at the soldier rushing into the hall.
Though somewhat annoyed with the fellow who had disturbed his peace, Frieza still smiled. "What is it?"
The soldier wore the standard battle armor of the Frieza Force, with a Scouter fitted over his ear.
He ran up to Frieza and reported respectfully, "King Frieza, unidentified creatures have invaded. Captain Zora is resisting them, but our casualties are severe."
Captain Zora.
A capable subordinate Frieza had recruited five years earlier.
In both appearance and personality, Zora was much like Ginyu had been.
His power level was around 1.5 million.
Who knew why King Frieza favored that particular type?
As he listened to the soldier's report, Frieza slowly sat upright.
Then he set down his wineglass.
"Ho ho ho! An opponent even Captain Zora can't suppress? How interesting. I'll go take a look myself."
With that, he stood up.
He walked out of the palace.
The soldier trotted along behind him.
"King Frieza, should we call for more help?" the soldier