at the same time.
Inside the enormous Metal Planet atop Planet Frieza.
In the dark, cold metal passage, Dr. Gero walked silently alone, his head bowed, the reflection in his glasses perfectly concealing the fleeting glint of light in the depths of his eyes.
Just as Dr. Gero's thoughts were racing, a sinister figure appeared without warning at the end of the passage.
"What are you doing?"
Dr. Lychee's voice was cold, filled with undisguised hostility and suspicion.
Dr. Gero paused almost imperceptibly, and when he slowly raised his head, his face had changed to an extremely respectful expression.
"Lord Leigh! Lord Mu sent me there, but... this place is just too big, I think... I'm lost..."
He awkwardly pushed up his glasses, looking every bit like a clueless old scholar.
Dr. Lychee scoffed at this flimsy explanation.
get lost?
In a place like this?
However, remembering how highly Dr. Myuu regarded this old man, he ultimately suppressed his resentment.
"Hmph... someone who can even make such a basic mistake as getting lost..."
Dr. Lychee snorted and turned away impatiently.
"Come with me!"
"Yes, yes!"
Dr. Gero responded repeatedly, following closely behind Dr. Lychee.
The two of them, one in front of the other, quickly arrived at the main control room.
"Oh! Dr. Gero! You've finally arrived!"
As soon as Dr. Myuu saw Dr. Gero enter, he immediately greeted him warmly and pulled him to the huge holographic control panel.
On the console screen, live footage of the horrific battlefield on Planet Frieza was being played.
"Look! These three! Aren't they your handiwork?"
Dr. Myuu excitedly pointed to the screen, and the image quickly zoomed in, focusing on the other side of the battlefield.
Android 13, Android 14, and Android 15, like three tireless killing machines, are slaughtering the fearless undead army with pure violence.
Dr. Gero lowered his head slightly, adopting an even more humble posture, and replied respectfully, "Yes, sir!"
But then he abruptly changed the subject, his tone tinged with self-deprecation.
"However, these are all outdated models, with fatal flaws in their energy systems and combat logic. In my opinion, they are no longer worth studying."
"Hahaha..."
Dr. Myuu chuckled, then shook his head, the red light behind his goggles flickering.
"How could that be? Dr. Gero, you're too modest."
He patted Dr. Gero on the shoulder, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"I know you must be working on a new project, which is why you look down on your past achievements."
"However, even if it's outdated, it still has research value for me!"
As he spoke, Dr. Myuu turned his head and looked at Android 17, Android 18, and Android 19, who stood quietly to the side like puppets on strings.
"Go."
"Bring them back."
A strange red light flashed in the eyes of all three simultaneously. Without any emotional fluctuation, they simply nodded mechanically and respectfully.
Whoosh--!
They turned and walked straight out of the control room, ready to carry out the capture mission from their new master.
Dr. Gero lowered his head and said nothing more.
The azure blue Kamehameha, its residual power still lingering, plowed a massive vacuum through the undead army.
Everything swept directly by the beam of light, whether it was the fearless undead or the eerie pink gas, was instantly vaporized.
The displaced pink gas, like a living tide, surged back from all directions, quickly filling the emptied area.
Behind the ruins on the edge of the battlefield, Bardock's heart began to pound inexplicably.
He gazed at the horizon, his eyes fixed on the blue figure that had just unleashed terrifying energy.
finally!
He clearly saw the figure weaving through the undead army!
That figure, that appearance, were almost identical to mine!
Bardock felt a chill run down his spine!
What... what is this?
Was it him?
Although the forceful intervention of Son Goku and his companions temporarily halted the advance of the undead, the endless army that could not be killed or slaughtered was ultimately an unchangeable and hopeless reality.
Soon, Son Goku and Piccolo felt immense pressure.
The pink gas, like a persistent, insidious wound, forcibly stitched together the shattered flesh, rendering conventional physical attacks and Ki Wave ineffective in causing any substantial casualties.
"Hateful!"
Son Goku punched through the chest of a dead man, but the dead man grinned and grabbed his arm.
The situation in Piccolo's area is equally dire.
He remained in his gigantic form, his thick arms like two giant green pythons, each sweep capable of smashing hundreds of undead into a bloody pulp.
But the next second, countless reconstituted undead, like bloodthirsty ants, frantically climbed up his arm, tearing at his skin with claws and teeth!
"Get out of here!"
Piccolo had no choice but to unleash a blast of air to forcefully blast away these annoying little bugs.
Meanwhile, high in the sky, Vegeta stood silently with his arms crossed, his brow furrowed, and his face grim.
Help Frieza protect the house?
Saiyan pride made him disdain associating with these dead, but ultimately, it was Frieza who destroyed their Planet Vegeta.
Now you want him to help his enemy defend against foreign invaders?
This is an absolute joke!
However, the undead warriors wouldn't choose to detour because of his hesitation.
Soon, a large group of undead warriors with bloodshot eyes and a foul stench rushed towards him, roaring like sharks that had smelled blood!
Vegeta's eyes widened in anger, and veins bulged on his forehead.
"Annoying bastard! Leave me alone!"
boom--!
A burst of white energy erupted from his body, tearing apart the surrounding gloom!
Vegeta transformed into a streak of light and charged into the enemy ranks.
With a powerful, sweeping kick, he shattered the spine of the leading undead, sending bone fragments and rotting flesh flying in all directions!
Immediately afterwards, he pushed out with both palms, unleashing the full power of the Prince's Tactics!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Countless dazzling fireballs exploded in mid-air, engulfing hordes of the undead!
After his outburst of anger, he was still unable to resist fighting the undead, each punch filled with venting rage.
On the other side, Son Goku was weaving through the army, struggling to keep up with the attacks.
Just as he turned around, preparing to deal with the several elite undead that were silently attacking from behind, a sudden change occurred.
A figure that surprised him darted out from the side like a ghost, carrying a wild white aura, and delivered a fierce elbow strike that slammed into the face of one of the attackers!
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, the undead's head exploded, and the headless corpse flew backward, knocking over its companions behind it.
Son Goku steadied himself and looked at the suddenly appearing figure with a puzzled expression.
When he saw the other person's face clearly, his eyes widened instantly, and he exclaimed in surprise:
"Wow! It looks just like me!"