Piccolo had barely finished speaking.
"Snort!"
Vegeta, who had been silent all along, suddenly froze and let out a cold snort.
He abruptly turned his head, presenting the back of his head to the crowd with an arrogant attitude that showed he disdained to associate with them.
But the slight blush on his ears and the fleeting hint of shame and indignation on his cheeks completely betrayed his true feelings at that moment.
hateful!
"If you dare tell anyone, I won't let you off the hook!"
Vegeta clenched his fist tightly on the ground where no one was watching.
He swore that he would never, ever dance that kind of thing again in his life!
Absolutely not!
The brief silence didn't last long; the special communicator worn by Son Goku suddenly emitted a rapid beeping sound.
Son Goku's relaxed expression vanished instantly. He pressed the answer button and listened to the intermittent reports coming from the communicator. His expression became more serious than ever before.
"What's wrong?" Piccolo asked in a deep voice, noticing his expression.
Son Goku hung up the call, looked up at everyone, and said in a serious tone, "We have a new mission!"
On a planet far away from Planet Turles.
Amond crushed the still-twitching head of a dead creature at his feet with a stomp, then plopped down on the pile of wreckage filled with broken bones, panting heavily.
"Damn it, when will this ever end...?"
He wiped the foul-smelling blood from his face and complained to Daiz was equally exhausted, not far away.
Daiz wasn't in much better shape. He leaned against a huge rock, his chest heaving violently, too tired to even speak, only waving his hand wearily.
These endless missions to quell the rebellion were almost draining these battle-hardened soldiers dry.
Just then...
Beep--beep--beep--!
The legion-made communicators on both men's wrists suddenly emitted a piercing beeping sound!
That's a signal representing the highest level of emergency mobilization!
Amond suddenly sat up straight.
"All combat units of Rank A and above currently on missions, immediately abandon your current missions and assemble at the designated coordinates!"
Amond frowned; he keenly sensed that something was wrong.
"The source of the commands... is the central control room on the Planet Turles?"
Daiz also came over, looking at the unfamiliar coordinates with a face full of confusion.
"What's going on? The control room overstepped its authority and issued an order? Where is the frontline command?"
According to the Legion's regulations, such wartime mobilizations should be coordinated by the forward command posts of each star system.
It's very rare for the central control room to issue a mobilization order directly to all units.
This is the new mission location.
Amond and Daiz exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of seriousness in each other's eyes.
The two immediately stood up, summoned their spaceship, and transformed into a streak of light, speeding towards the unknown target coordinates.
at the same time.
The Lagus Galaxy, located at the other end of the universe.
Android 13 had just torn the last troublemaker's body in two and casually tossed it on the ground.
Behind him, Android 14 and Android 15 also stopped what they were doing and stood silently amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
"Instructions confirmed. Depart immediately."
Android 13's cold voice echoed through the empty ruins.
The three androids turned around and boarded the elevator not far away, changing their original course without hesitation.
The scene shifts to the Planet Turles.
The once bustling and vibrant headquarters of the legion, where warships frequently took off and landed, and where soldiers were full of vigor, was now shrouded in a chilling silence.
In front of the dilapidated central helipad, the charred marks and lingering smoke from the recent battle have not yet completely dissipated.
Strangely, no support staff were carrying out any repair work.
Instead, there were densely packed, straight, and perfectly aligned formations of legionary soldiers.
They stood in the square like statues, motionless and silent.
What's even more surprising is that Dr. Gero, who always had a high opinion of himself and a strong desire for Control, was now like the most humble servant, leaning forward slightly and standing half a step behind Android 17, respectfully standing behind him!
Android 18 stood expressionless on the other side of Android 17.
Behind them, the Rezracasai brothers, Tien Shinhan, Chiaotzu, and all the high-ranking legion members remaining at the base were arranged meticulously according to rank, like puppets.
There was an indescribable strangeness and stiffness on everyone's face.
Their eyes were empty, devoid of any living focus, as if their souls had long been ripped away.
But the corners of their mouths seemed to be pulled up by an invisible thread, forming a completely identical, stiff, and chilling curve.
The entire formation resembled a group of soulless shells, silently waiting for something.
On the horizon, a stealthy, all-black spaceship shaped like a twisted insect slowly tore through the gray-blue clouds.
It landed silently in front of everyone.
laugh--
The spaceship's hatches slowly slid open to both sides.
An unexpected figure stepped out of the dark cabin with heavy steps.
The visitor was none other than the hunched-over Dr. Myuu!
On Dr. Myuu's wrinkled, aged face, a faint smile of confidence and assurance appeared.
His goggles gleamed with a greedy red light as he surveyed the "puppet" army before him, which pleased him greatly.
A cold, silver glint flashed in Android 17's eyes.
He took slightly stiff steps, leading Dr. Gero and tens of thousands of Legion soldiers behind him, marching in perfect unison towards Dr. Myuu.
Whoosh--!
Android 17 stopped at a suitable distance from Dr. Myuu.
Android 17 lowered his head slightly and bowed respectfully to Dr. Myuu.
"PhD!"
Dr. Myuu let out a smug laugh.
He looked at Android 17 in front of him with admiration, appearing quite satisfied.
"You did a great job!"
" Baby!"
As the word " Baby " was uttered by Dr. Myuu,
On Android 17's face, the muscles began to twitch strangely.
A pool of silvery, shimmering, metallic liquid slowly seeped from his pores, then quickly receded in an instant.
"Has our next move been arranged?"
"Yes, Doctor! We have issued a unified summons! Once you are ready, we will be able to wipe them all out in one fell swoop!"
Dr. Myuu nodded and walked to the back while laughing heartily.
He approached Dr. Gero.
"To be honest, what makes me happiest is your joining us, Dr. Gero!"
"With your help, after killing the Saiyan and destroying Frieza Force, we Tuffle will eventually rule the entire universe!"
Dr. Dr. Gero nodded stiffly, "Your subordinates will do everything in their power for the future of the Tuffle!"
Meanwhile, somewhere in the base, Android 16 and Cacao were still lying in a recovery pod when they suddenly opened their red eyes at the same time!