Several years have passed since the crisis of the Phantom Majin.
Frieza Force's ships have traversed every corner of the four great galaxies—east, west, north, and south.
Wherever the fleet passed, the king's majesty and the general's benevolence were always by his side.
A completely new cosmic order is quietly taking shape.
In addition, large and small conglomerates throughout the universe, like sharks smelling blood, rushed to gather under the wing of the legion.
Among them, the Red Ribbon Security Company has become one of the most prestigious and iconic businesses under Frieza Force.
Any enterprise that settles within the Legion's jurisdiction can enjoy a free ten-year Red Ribbon Army security package of varying levels, based on its size and contribution.
In just a few years, the " Red Ribbon Army " has become synonymous with "absolute safety".
Nowadays, major interstellar merchant groups would be embarrassed to travel far without having a security team in the Red Ribbon Army uniforms on their interstellar cargo ships.
This near-disruptive commercial monopoly has directly led to a squeeze on the survival space of major established bodyguard groups and mercenary legions in the universe, following in the footsteps of bounty hunters.
The Planet Turles.
It's time to engage in developmental exchanges with headquarters on Planet Frieza once again.
Senior officials from both sides will conduct in-depth discussions and exchanges on the phased development achievements of different functional areas.
And this time, the location for the seminar was once again arranged by the Planet Turles.
Inside the base, a giant open-air venue had already been decorated in a magnificent and solemn manner, prepared to welcome the upcoming headquarters delegation with the highest standards.
Inside and outside the venue, fully armed " Defender " robots standing ramrod straight could be seen everywhere, as well as logistics personnel walking hurriedly and looking tense.
A tense yet orderly atmosphere permeated the air.
However, amidst the bustling and tense atmosphere of the meeting, three figures stood out as completely out of place, freely weaving through the crowd.
Their presence disrupted the originally solemn arrangements, causing chaos and prompting many staff members to exclaim in surprise.
" Retasu! Come back here! Don't run around!"
A figure looked around the room, his voice filled with barely concealed anxiety and helplessness.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Son Gohan, who had grown considerably taller.
To everyone's surprise, the name that Son Gohan called out belonged to a baby still wearing diapers.
The little guy could not only leap and bound in mid-air with incredible agility, but he could also occasionally use his instincts to perform short-distance Instant Transmission acceleration intermittently.
She transformed into a tiny golden shooting star, darting back and forth among various precious and sophisticated instruments and decorations.
This little fellow named Retasu is the child of Turles and Tights.
He inherited Turles' S-Cells, which had undergone countless breakthroughs and refinements.
From the moment he was born, Retasu displayed terrifying talent far exceeding that of ordinary Saiyan babies.
His elusive movement made it impossible for Son Gohan, who was temporarily looking after him, to keep track of his movements, even after running himself ragged.
In this farcical chase, behind Son Gohan and Retasu, a plump pink figure with tentacles slowly followed.
He was currently counting on his chubby fingers, muttering to himself as if he were plotting something, with drool occasionally dripping from the corner of his mouth, seemingly oblivious to the chaos and exclamations around him.
My biggest dilemma right now is whether to eat pudding or chocolate today.
In mid-air, Retasu looked at Son Gohan, whom he had left behind, and laughed triumphantly, "Go... Gohan... Come on, come and catch up..."
Then, his gaze was suddenly drawn to the enormous Frieza Force emblem, made of pure gold, hanging high in the center of the hall.
Its golden, glittering appearance seemed to greatly pique his interest.
The little guy excitedly waved his chubby little fists, let out a babyish shout, and then, without a care in the world, turned around and charged straight toward the badge that symbolized the legion's highest prestige!
Below, Son Gohan, who was searching for him, happened to look up and see this scene.
" Retasu! Stop right now!"
" Majin Buu!"
In his desperation, Son Gohan called out to the fat figure behind him.
" Majin Buu!"
Before the words were even finished, the golden streak in mid-air was about to crash head-on into the pure gold emblem that symbolized the legion's highest prestige.
At this critical moment...
A pink shadow appeared out of nowhere.
Retasu felt as if he had bumped into a soft, elastic ball of cotton, and was bounced back with a "thud".
Majin Buu stretched out his chubby arms and steadily caught the little rascal in his embrace.
He looked down at Retasu, who was still giggling in his arms, and muttered something under his breath.
"If you break it, Buu's pudding will be gone..."
"There's no more chocolate..."
Damaging things at the venue is a minor matter; what's truly serious is affecting Turles's mood and potentially leading to a reduction in his dessert allowance.
Majin Buu, holding Retasu with a serious expression, flashed back to Son Gohan and gently placed the child beside him.
Son Gohan a sigh of relief, knowing he wouldn't dare to be careless this time.
He grabbed Retasu's chubby little hand and held it tightly, as if afraid the boy would disappear into thin air again.
Retasu pouted in dissatisfaction, but thankfully did not try to break free.
Just then...
A deep, rumbling engine roar came from the sky above the base.
Five iconic circular single-soldier combat spaceships pierced through the clouds in unison and slowly landed on the pre-prepared arrival area in the center of the venue.
"Laugh--"
With a series of synchronized depressurization sounds, the hatches of the five spaceships opened one by one.
All the staff members who were busy in the venue, whether human or alien, subconsciously stopped what they were doing.
Five figures emerged from the spaceship and stood side by side at the very front of the arrivals plaza, under a solemn gaze.
The identity of the delegation sent by headquarters this time is already quite obvious.
Captain Ginyu surveyed the venue, seemingly quite pleased with the feeling of being the center of attention.
He cleared his throat and suddenly raised his right arm high.
"Let's give the general a fervent march!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the five members of the Ginyu Force began to rearrange their formation in full view of everyone, seemingly oblivious to their surroundings.
Captain Ginyu took the lead, leaning back at an exaggerated angle, standing on one leg, and posing strangely with his arms in front of his chest.
The four teammates behind him immediately understood.
The five people's movements are frozen in time.
In an eerie silence, they all shouted in unison.
" Ginyu Force!"
"Come on!"
Many of the logistics staff responsible for reception twitched slightly at the corners of their mouths, then quickly lowered their heads, pretending to check the work lists in their hands, looking as if they were used to it but dared not look too closely.
Son Gohan's gaze was instantly drawn to it.
And Retasu, whom he was holding hands with, also stopped having ADHD.
The little guy stared intently at the Ginyu Force on the tarmac with his big, dark eyes.