A planet in the North Galaxy.
The headquarters of the Heeters Group.
The four siblings were sitting around the dining table.
Enjoy a delicious meal that is both visually appealing and aromatic.
Maki put down the silver knife and fork she was holding.
He was the first to finish his meal, leisurely wiping his mouth with a napkin.
His demeanor also exuded aristocratic elegance.
She listlessly tossed her pigtails.
"Brother, speaking of which, it seems like Frieza Force hasn't been bothering us much lately..."
"Logically speaking, we've never been able to stay idle for this long before..."
"Every now and then, Frieza Force would throw us some unmanageable dirty work or minor tasks."
"Now, for some reason, there's been no movement at all." Maki leaned on the dining table, resting her chin on her hand, looking somewhat frustrated.
Oil took a big bite of the roasted meat in his hand.
Before he could even swallow, he blurted out, his words slurred, "Yeah, big brother!"
"Not only are there no jobs, but the 'lubrication fees' we've sent over during this period have all disappeared without a trace."
"Several junior officials who used to keep in touch with us rarely answer our calls anymore..."
Maki pouted.
"Brother, if you ask me, has Frieza discovered something...?"
"For example... we took too much commission recently?"
"Or perhaps, it was a mess that wasn't cleaned up before, and someone brought it up?"
She has always been extremely sensitive to the slightest changes in these business matters.
Elec, who had been listening the whole time, finally spoke.
He picked up his wine glass and took a sip of the scarlet liquid.
"What you all say makes sense..."
"Perhaps, some changes have indeed occurred that we are unaware of..."
Elec wanted to say something more.
A subordinate rushed in to report that an old acquaintance outside wanted to see them.
An old acquaintance...
The siblings exchanged glances, all of them guessing who it was.
After tidying up quickly, they went outside.
In the outer hall.
The green figure standing in the center.
She had short green hair and a silk scarf wrapped around her neck.
He was wearing a scope for aiming at his right eye.
This is indeed an old acquaintance of theirs.
They might even be enemies... only the other party is unaware of it...
"Long time no see, Granolah. Looks like you're making a good living these days. It's been so long since you've come to see us." Elec said with a smile.
Welcome Granolah!
"But I know that since you're here, you must have something good."
"How about it, show me something new?"
"Our offers never disappoint you."
Granolah stepped forward, holding a photograph in her hand.
"I won't charge you this time, as long as you're willing to deal with him."
"Oh?" Elec looked surprised.
Granolah has always been the most difficult item to negotiate a lower price.
Now they're even voluntarily waiving the fee.
Could it be about...?
The photograph in Granolah's hand confirmed his suspicions.
"This guy is a Saiyan, he came from the black market, and the bounty is on him from the Slug Army of the West Galaxy. I've heard of that army; it's a very famous and large army."
"If we add you guys to the mix, dealing with a minor Saiyan in the North Galaxy shouldn't be a problem, right?"
Seeing Granolah's serious expression, Elec first took the bounty photo from her hand and began to examine it.
However, there wasn't much bounty information he wanted to see on it; clearly, the Slug Army didn't want to reveal too much.
Elec looked at Granolah and smiled, "A little Saiyan, huh?"
"You don't deal with them, so you don't know. He's not some insignificant Saiyan..."
"About a year ago, we worked with him, and it was the first time we'd ever encountered Saiyan as powerful as him..."
Elec paused, his expression turning bitter again. "Besides, he's now the highest-ranking commander of Frieza Force branch; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a powerful figure."
Listening to Elec's poignant complaints.
Granolah's expression grew increasingly angry.
These wild monkeys!
If even the Heeters Group is wary of him, then he himself has even less ability to do anything...
"But don't worry, we'll try our best to find a solution. You shouldn't get involved in this kind of thing," Elec said, as if he were doing it for your own good.
Granolah was appeased.
Granolah could only nod reluctantly.
After all, everyone was doing it for his own good...
After sending Granolah away, Maki, who was behind Elec, came up to him.
"Big brother, what should we do?"
Meanwhile, at the headquarters of the Cooler Force, far away in the East Galaxy.
There was no vibrant, wondrous sight like Frieza's headquarters here, only a mobile fortress forged entirely of dark purple metal, suspended in the desolate universe.
The fortress's surface is as smooth as a mirror, with countless menacing cannon muzzles and dense energy matrix lines, creating a cold and pure aesthetic of violence.
Countless patrol ships move precisely along fixed tracks, like a swarm of emotionless worker bees guarding their nest.
This is the flagship of the Cooler Armored Squadron, and also the uncrowned royal court of the East Galaxy.
However, compared to his brother Frieza's formidable reputation in the North Galaxy, Cooler Force is much more low-key in the East Galaxy.
They didn't tirelessly engage in that kind of wildly expanding childish game like Frieza.
A person's maturity often comes from gaining experience and knowledge.
Cooler was no exception; compared to Frieza, he still held a sense of awe towards the universe.
In the past, the universe has never lacked powerful figures like their family.
Even more powerful ones exist, yet they haven't disappeared yet.
Better safe than sorry; before you have enough strength, developing your strength discreetly is the best policy.
If any trouble arises, it's highly likely that Frieza, that show-off fool, will be the one to get into trouble first.
All he needs to do is be the one who has the last laugh.
He wasn't born with the astonishing power of Frieza, and initially he wasn't even as strong as his father.
But it was precisely this relatively "weak" motivation that enabled him to surpass his arrogant and domineering father and younger brother step by step!
Standing at the top of the universe.
As an adult, Cooler naturally didn't have the habit of sticking to the hovering seat and swinging around.
He was sitting in a normal seat.
Then a soldier who looked like a leopard walked in.
"Your Majesty, the guests have arrived!"
Cooler tilted his head slightly and casually waved his hand. "Let him in."
Soon, a burly man appeared, dressed in a yellow Battle Suit with a gemstone strapped to his chest.
He was also wearing a hood that exposed his face.
Judging from the exposed skin, this might be a Namekian.
Cooler braced himself on the armrest with one hand and then leaned his head against it.
" Slug from the West Galaxy, what brings you here?"