Only after explanations from some of those who were brought in later did everyone understand what Frieza Force meant.
A gaunt alien tentatively crawled forward two steps.
Using the soft golden light, he could make out the standard Battle Suit by the two short men at the door.
It is indeed the symbol of Frieza Force.
"Are... they really here to save us?"
"You've defeated all the pirates??"
"Really? They're clearly just kids..."
However, after Trunks repeatedly assured him...
The crowd began to stir.
The pent-up will to survive exploded instantly.
Ignoring their injuries, they supported each other and pushed each other towards the door.
"Let me out first!"
"Don't push! My leg is broken!"
The situation was on the verge of spiraling out of control.
Son Goten was somewhat at a loss.
He was about to shout to maintain order.
"Stop."
His voice was hoarse and deep.
It cut through the noisy shouts and quieted the crowd.
From the shadows in the corner, someone slowly stood up.
That was a figure that had always been huddled at the very back.
He walked out of the darkness step by step.
A head of bright red hair stood proudly on top of his head, and his two long, pointed ears stood erect.
The long sword on his back had an ancient design and a scabbard engraved with intricate dark patterns.
As he moved, an invisible sense of oppression spread out.
The prisoners, who were rushing to squeeze out, involuntarily stopped and made way for him.
The man walked to the middle of the cell and stopped.
He looked up.
In the deep-set eyes were a pair of eyes devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
After a brief silence, discontent erupted from the crowd.
What are you doing! Why are you blocking the way!
Who are you?
Someone in the crowd said, "This guy seems to have been carried in just two days ago; he's been unconscious the whole time..."
The red-haired youth completely ignored the noise.
He simply started walking again, straight through the crowd, toward the prison door.
"If you want to die, then get out."
He left behind this incoherent statement.
He walked alone into the dimly lit passageway.
The sound of footsteps faded into the distance on the metal floor.
His silhouette was lonely.
Trunks and Son Goten stared at the red figure.
All of this is puzzling.
Trunks, that guy is really weird.
Son Goten leaned closer and muttered something under his breath.
Go ask him.
Trunks and Son Goten were just about to take a step.
But they all stopped at the same time.
The entire underground base began to tremble violently!
He suddenly raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the thick layers of earth to reach the surface.
" Trunks... there seems to be a very evil aura about him!"
Trunks frowned and nodded.
Trunks whirled around and yelled at the prisoners who were now panicking again from the shock.
Trunks whirled around and yelled at the prisoners who were now panicking again from the shock.
"Everyone back to your cells! Stay underground and don't run around!"
"A dangerous guy is coming from above! That older brother was right!"
"If you don't want to die!"
He yanked the heavy metal prison door next to him and blocked the entrance again.
Only a small gap was left for ventilation.
"No matter what sound you hear, don't come out!"
The prisoners, already terrified by the earlier tremors, dared not run out and scrambled back into the deepest part of the prison.
After dealing with these,
Trunks and Son Goten exchanged a glance.
They both saw an unprecedented solemnity in each other's eyes.
Is this also part of Master's test?
Two golden bursts of energy suddenly erupted in the dimly lit passage, illuminating the surrounding metal walls.
Two streaks of light sped towards the surface of the earth, following the path taken by the red-haired youth.
Above ground.
The once desolate ruins have now been leveled by the violent air currents.
The ground was littered with the remains of space pirates.
The pirates who were patrolling on the ground didn't even have time to scream before they were crushed into mincemeat by the terrifying air pressure.
The red-haired youth stopped in his tracks.
The strong wind made his hair flutter.
He looked up at the swirling, grayish-yellow mist ahead.
As he got closer to the surface, something inside him began to stir wildly.
A tall, imposing figure slowly emerged from the mist.
The newcomer had bluish skin and long, orange-yellow hair draped over his shoulders.
He was wearing a Battle Suit with a distinctly exotic style.
Holding a long sword, it was none other Gokua.
"It wasn't easy to find you, Mr. Hero!"
"To evade pursuit, could you perhaps feign death?"
"We went through so much trouble to rescue you using the Dragon Ball, and this is how you keep everyone at arm's length?"
Gokua held a special Scouter in his hand.
Tapion remained expressionless, but slowly reached behind him and grasped the hilt of the ancient longsword.
Slowly pull it out!
Trunks and Son Goten broke through the last layer of the metal dome and landed on the edge of the ruins.
The two immediately concealed their presence and hid behind a huge piece of metal debris.
Peek out.
I just happened to see this.
"It's that red-haired older brother from earlier!" Son Goten exclaimed in a low voice.
"That green-skinned monster with the sword has such a strong aura!" Trunks looked at Gokua, his mind racing.
Although these two people's ki was far less powerful than Master Turles and Uncle Goku's, they were just as dangerous to them!
Just as the two little ones were observing from the shadows, Tapion and Gokua each drew their swords and transformed into two blurry afterimages, charging straight at each other!
The battle erupted in an instant!
"Clang--!"
The two swords clashed violently in mid-air!
Gokua attempted to suppress his opponent using his brute strength, which far surpassed that of his opponent, combined with his sharp sword techniques.
But all of these efforts seem to have had little effect!
Tapion's cold voice rang out again.
"Is that all you've got? Hoi's lackey."