The Planet Darfa.
The spaceship hovered silently outside the planet's polluted atmosphere. Trunks and Son Goten observed the planet, which Turles described as "out of order," through the porthole.
The entire planet was shrouded in a layer of grayish-yellow gas. No signs of civilization or order could be seen on the surface; only patches of dark areas, like festering scars, remained.
This is their training ground.
The two landed quietly in a small landing craft in a huge ruin on the outskirts of the planet.
This place once seemed to be a bustling city, but now only ruins and metal skeletons corroded beyond recognition by time remain.
Compared to the peaceful and serene atmosphere of Planet Yardrat, this place is practically a cosmic junkyard.
"Wow... this place is so dirty..."
Son Goten looked at the sticky, black ground beneath his feet, filled with disgust.
"It's even more chaotic than our world!"
Trunks ignored his complaints and carefully observed the only area in the distance with scattered lights through the far-seeing function of his goggles.
That should be the "core cluster" of this planet.
The so-called defensive facilities were nothing more than a few cobbled-together, outdated energy turrets, looted from the spoils of war, without even energy shields.
The scanning frequency of the detection Dragon Radar is also extremely unstable, intermittent, and full of loopholes.
This is the third pirate hideout they have raided.
Trunks and Son Goten were already very familiar with these outlaws who roamed the lawless areas.
The dilapidated buildings and rudimentary fortifications on the surface are just a facade.
Their true lair, without exception, is hidden underground.
Trunks and Son Goten briefly checked the energy reaction in the chaotic area in the distance, and already had a complete plan in mind.
But they did not act immediately.
The two exchanged a glance, then tacitly found a relatively clean metal plate and sat down cross-legged facing each other.
Adjust your breathing.
These past few days, as instructed by their master Turles, they have been maintaining their Super Saiyan transformation state almost constantly.
The first few days were pure torture.
Over time, the violent power surged within them, becoming uncontrollable. Let alone fighting, just maintaining their transformations left them exhausted.
On several occasions, the two of them were forced to deactivate their transformations while asleep due to exhaustion, and fell directly from mid-air.
But as time went on, they were forced to learn how to regulate and guide that golden energy.
Although it's still quite raw, it has indeed shown results.
At this moment, the golden aura surrounding the two was no longer as violent and dazzling as it had been at the beginning, spreading everywhere.
It becomes soft and restrained, like a candle flame burning steadily in a gentle breeze.
The brief adjustment period ended quickly.
They both opened their eyes at the same time.
They stood up and dusted off their Battle Suit.
"Should we go straight there?" Son Goten asked.
"Hmm." Trunks nodded.
"If we kill everyone who sees us, no one will be able to see us anymore!"
Adhering to the principle of recklessness and enjoyment, the two immediately got to work.
They swaggered off and flew towards the space pirates' base.
The so-called protective door became useless under their onslaught!
Ferocious space pirates poured out from various passages.
The passage was completely blocked by all sorts of desperate criminals, some with compound eyes, others covered in scales, and some carrying heavy energy cannons.
They saw the two small figures radiating blinding golden light at the end of the passage, and without a word, pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Dense red laser beams intertwined to form an impenetrable net of death, raining down on Trunks and Son Goten.
Indiscriminate bombing.
Two golden figures strolled leisurely through the hail of bullets.
In their carefree and playful state, they charged and crashed about recklessly.
These space pirates were no match for the impact of two Super Saiyan.
It took less than half a day.
The largest pirate hideout on this planet has fallen completely silent.
The entire underground base was filled with unconscious pirates lying haphazardly.
Trunks and Son Goten made their way unimpeded to the deepest part of the base.
The door to the pirate leader's command room was tightly shut.
Trunks lifted his foot.
"Bang!"
The door flew open and into the room.
The pirate leader was a burly man with a boar's head.
He slumped into the large metal chair, watching the two golden monsters slowly approach, his heart pounding with fear.
His elite troops had no chance against these two brats.
There's no escaping it now.
"Young masters! Do you want money or your lives? I'll give my life for you!"
Trunks and Son Goten exchanged a playful glance.
Two fists instantly pressed against the leader's face.
Make it fall heavily to the ground!
Son Goten skillfully rummaged through the boar-headed leader's clothes and quickly pulled out a metal communicator engraved with the pirate crew's emblem.
He held the badge high, as if showing off a precious toy he had just acquired.
"Great, Trunks!"
Son Goten excitedly waved his little fist, his tone filled with undisguised pride.
"We took care of it quickly this time, so maybe we'll even have time to take down another group of bad guys!"
Trunks nodded seriously, his little face full of solemnity.
"That's right! Master gave us a month. If we can clean up a few more planets, he'll definitely look at us with new respect!"
The child's pure desire for the approval of his or her elders is clearly revealed at this moment.
After a brief moment of joy, the two little ones did not forget another important matter.
Following the intricate network of energy transmission pipes inside the base, they descended and soon found the prison the pirates used to hold their "cargo" at the very bottom of the base.
The heavy steel prison door was covered with mottled rust and burn marks from energy weapons.
Trunks walked to the door, gripped the cold doorframe with both hands, and the muscles on his small arms bulged slightly.
"Drink!"
With a low shout, he suddenly exerted his strength!
"Creak--"
The seemingly sturdy prison door was torn off the wall by him!
Trunks casually tossed the heavy cell door aside with a loud bang.
The dark and damp prison was instantly illuminated by the soft golden aura emanating from the two individuals.
Inside the cell, hundreds of strangely shaped aliens were huddled together.
Most of them were dressed in rags, covered in wounds, with numb eyes and haggard faces; this group had clearly been detained for some time.
When the prison door was violently ripped open, and two golden figures, like gods descending, appeared in the doorway.
These tortured prisoners, instead of showing any joy at being rescued, instinctively curled up.
Seeing everyone's frightened expressions, Son Goten scratched his head, somewhat at a loss.
He quickly tried to suppress the golden aura emanating from his body, making the light softer, and explained urgently:
"Don't be afraid, everyone! We're not bad people, we've already knocked those pirates unconscious!"
Trunks frowned slightly as he looked at the chaotic scene before him.
He recalled his master, Turles, with his calm and dignified demeanor when facing the people.
So, imitating Turles, he straightened his small chest, gathered his breath in his voice, and loudly announced:
"We are Frieza Force! We've come to rescue you!"
"Our legion's fleet will come to take you home!"
A clear and powerful voice echoed throughout the prison.
"Frieza 'Frieza Force?!"
A brief silence fell over the crowd.
In a corner cell, a man with a cold and stern face slowly opened his eyes.
The longsword he gripped tightly in his hand crackled slightly...