The planet where the Sixth Branch of the Frieza Force based has now been officially named " Planet Turles ".
In front of the materials control department, rows of basic transport ships were neatly moored in the harbor, and transport personnel were busily unloading various supplies into them.
Amidst the bustling crowd, a familiar figure with waist-length hair stood with hands on hips, giving orders with a triumphant expression.
This person was Raditz.
"Be careful! This is vital supplies that affect the livelihoods of countless people!"
"Yes, Captain Raditz!"
The subordinates around him echoed in unison, their hands moving even more swiftly.
Hearing the unanimous response, Raditz felt incredibly pleased with himself.
After a period of unremitting efforts, he finally made it and successfully took on the position of a logistics team leader.
Although he was just a squad leader, the privileges wielded by the logistics department were not to be ignored.
In the eyes of some people at the base, Raditz had often run errands for Miss Tights's foundation. Even if he hadn't made any great contributions, he had at least put in a lot of effort and had earned some seniority. It would indeed be unreasonable not to give him a promotion.
Raditz watched his subordinates bustling about, a mix of emotions welling up inside him.
Back then, he was known as a Saiyan of the fighting race—how prestigious that sounded!
But what is the reality?
In Vegeta Squad, he was always treated like a dog, doing all the dirty and hard work, but never getting any credit.
Unlike now!
Although he was just a lowly logistics team leader, at least he had people under his command whom he could boss around.
Isn't this a complete transformation, a world apart from what it used to be?
Just as Raditz was swaggering around, unable to extricate himself from the pleasure that came with this power.
A burly, bald figure approached, bowing and scraping.
"Commander... La... Raditz."
The person who arrived was none other than Nappa.
The once arrogant Saiyan elite warrior who used to make fun of him at the drop of a hat is now all smiles, rubbing his hands together, and looking at him cautiously.
"You promised to help me find a job before, but I don't know... has anything been found yet?"
A few months ago, he boasted to Nappa about his abilities, but as soon as Nappa asked him for a favor, he immediately revealed his true colors.
During that time, he felt uneasy and would avoid Nappa whenever he saw him, fearing that he would be exposed to his face.
but!
Things are different now!
Now, he is a respectable logistics team leader!
Can you help Nappa find a job?
Isn't that just a matter of a few words?
Even if things don't go well, I can still get him to work for me!
And while I'm at it, I can also get revenge for being treated like a slave before!
In short, Raditz now felt more confident.
With that thought in mind, Raditz crossed his arms even more calmly and slowly turned around.
He scrutinized Nappa, who was a head taller than him, from top to bottom with a critical gaze.
"Oh? About work..."
Raditz deliberately drew out his words, making it sound like he was "too busy with official duties and almost forgot."
Seeing Nappa, Naba's smile became even more obsequious, and he bent his waist even lower.
"Yes, yes, sir, you are so busy with important matters, how could I trouble you with such a small thing?"
"But... as you know, these past few months at the base, besides doing odd jobs, I haven't been able to do anything else. I'm just... just so incredibly bored!"
Seeing the once high and mighty Nappa so humble, Raditz's vanity was greatly satisfied.
He cleared his throat, striking a pose befitting a leader.
"Hmm... I've heard about your situation too."
"Don't worry, since you've asked, I'll definitely help you."
However...
Raditz changed the subject, pausing deliberately, enjoying the sudden tension on Nappa's face.
"Our logistics department isn't a place just anyone can get into."
"The work here, though not as dangerous as in combat, carries great responsibility! It demands meticulousness and rigor! You really need to get rid of that careless habit of yours!"
"Yes! Yes! Sir, you're right! I will definitely change! I will definitely mend my ways!" Nappa nodded vigorously, his sincere attitude making Raditz feel a little flattered.
That's enough, it's almost done.
If I keep him hanging on, I'll just look petty.
Raditz pondered this in his mind, and finally a "magnanimous" smile appeared on his face.
He reached out and patted Nappa's muscular shoulder heavily.
"Considering our past relationship, you'll work for me from now on. I hope you won't let me down!"
Nappa's face instantly lit up with a look of wild joy.
"Really?! Thank you so much, Raditz! No, Commander Raditz!"
Raditz basked in the adoration and felt incredibly comfortable.
He casually pointed to a transport ship waiting to be loaded next to him, and to a mountain of supply crates.
"Alright, enough with the nonsense."
"Your time to be tested has come."
"Let's start by moving these supplies!"
In the vast open harbor, rows of uniformly designed transport ships stood in neat rows, the deep roar of their engines and the noisy shouts of the crew creating a lively symphony.
"Have you checked the quantity of the nutritional paste in Sector B-7? The target is Planet Wenghe; their demand is huge. Don't get it wrong!"
The Raditz who once only knew how to solve problems with brute force has now demonstrated astonishing professionalism when faced with these tedious and complex tasks of data verification and personnel scheduling.
" Nappa! The next batch of supplies is arriving soon, it's up to you now!"
"Yes, sir!"
Nappa turned and threw himself into the next round of moving work, full of energy.
All of this bustling activity and orderly progress was taken in by a pair of cold eyes.
The very top of the building housing the materials control department.
Vegeta stood quietly with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
Silently watching the operation below.
Looking at his former teammates or subordinates, and seeing the unfamiliar satisfaction on their faces stemming from a stable life.
Vegeta's heart, which had long been frozen and was filled only with Saiyan honor, was stirred by indescribable ripples.
This is how it looks...
Is he Saiyan too?
This is completely contrary to his familiar image of Saiyan...
What happened to the Saiyan' once-proud glory?
What about the indomitable dignity of the fighting nation?
He can't see it anymore...
Vegeta's fist clenched silently.
Vegeta felt bewildered by this comfort, and at the same time, a strong sense of loneliness welled up within him.
There seems to be a magical power here.
Even someone like Nappa could be changed...
As he was thinking, he was suddenly drawn to the strange movement in the sky—it was the Turles...