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Unknown Planet - Sector 47
CRACK! CRASH! BOOM!
The rock exploded into a thousand pieces under the gloved fist, fragments flying like macabre confetti. But the destruction brought no satisfaction whatsoever to the woman who had just pulverized an entire mountain.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The tracker on her wrist beeped insistently, transmitting data that made royal blood boil hotter than volcano lava.
"Impossible" – Vegita murmured, her voice loaded with a coldness that would make icebergs seem cozy. "Absolutely impossible."
She was tall by Saiyan standards, but it wasn't the height that impressed. It was the presence. Every movement spoke of nobility, of power, of an arrogance so refined it bordered on art. Her black hair rose in stylized flames, defying gravity as if even the laws of physics didn't dare contradict her.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
Heavy footsteps announced Nappa's arrival, who landed behind her with the delicacy of a meteor in free fall.
"Princess Vegita" – his deep voice echoed across the devastated landscape. "Have the intercepted communications been confirmed?"
Vegita's eyes gleamed with a dangerous light. "They have. And they are... disturbing."
She turned, facing the bald warrior who had followed her for years like a loyal shadow. Nappa might be a brute, but he was HER brute. And his loyalty was as absolute as the laws of physics.
"Radika failed" – she said simply, but each word dripped venom. "Not only failed but was humiliated by... low class."
CRACK!
Nappa clenched his fists, golden energy flickering around his fingers. "Impossible, Princess. Radika may be trash, but she's still elite."
"Was" – Vegita corrected, a cruel smile dancing on her lips. "Now she's just... a disappointment."
She activated the transmission again, letting the distorted voices from Earth fill the thin air of the dead planet.
"— battle power of 5,000 —"
"— broke your little toy —"
"— 150,000 —"
The last figure made Nappa choke. "One hundred fifty thousand? That's impossible, Princess. No low-class Saiyan can reach that level."
"And yet..." – Vegita paused, studying the data flowing across the screen. "Multiple signatures. All Saiyan. All... strong."
She turned off the communicator with a violent movement that cracked the device.
"How dare they?" – she whispered, her voice growing in intensity like a gathering storm. "HOW DARE THEY BE STRONGER THAN ME?"
BOOM! CRASH! RUMBLE!
Her aura exploded in a golden tower that pierced the clouds, making the entire planet tremble at its foundations. Rocks melted, the air caught fire, and even Nappa took a step back.
"Twenty-five years" – she continued, her voice now controlled but loaded with glacial fury. "Twenty-five years since Vegeta was destroyed. Twenty-five years believing I was the last elite Saiyan."
She turned to Nappa, and her eyes gleamed with a light that promised destruction on a planetary scale.
"And I discover there's an entire colony of... TRAITORS living like kings on a blue marble lost in space?"
"Princess..." – Nappa began cautiously. "Maybe it's an opportunity. If they're really that strong, we could recruit them. Imagine the army that—"
"RECRUIT THEM?" – Vegita roared, her voice echoing for miles. "You think that I, the Princess of the Saiyans, will lower myself to RECRUIT trash that should be bowing before me?"
The silence that followed was deafening.
"No, Nappa" – she said finally, her voice returning to that dangerously calm tone. "We're going there. And we're going to remind them of their place in the hierarchy."
"And if they really are as strong as—"
"Then I'll prove that brute force is nothing compared to royal blood" – Vegita interrupted. "I am the elite of the elite. The apex of Saiyan evolution. And no bunch of third-rate monkeys is going to change that."
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
She checked the calculations on the navigator, the numbers dancing on the screen like prophesying destiny.
"One year" – she murmured. "One complete orbit around that pathetic yellow star. Enough time to plan how I'm going to break every bone in their bodies."
"And the Dragon Balls, Princess?" – Nappa asked. "Frieza still wants—"
"Frieza can wait" – she cut him off, the emperor's name coming out like a bad taste in her mouth. "This is a family matter. A settling of accounts that should have happened decades ago."
She looked in the direction where Earth was, even knowing the planet was invisible at this distance.
"Prepare the ship, Nappa. We're taking a trip."
Frieza's Mothership - Deep Space
HISS... WHIRR... CLICK...
The sound of advanced equipment filled the command room like a technological symphony. But the silence that hung between the occupants was colder than the vacuum of space.
"Interesting" – the voice smooth as silk cut through the air, carrying an accent that made promises of refined torture. "Very interesting."
Lord Frieza floated in his chair, his tail swaying with hypnotic movements while red eyes studied the intercepted transmissions. Small in stature, but every inch emanated power that made stars tremble.
"Zarbon" – he called, without taking his eyes off the screen. "What's your analysis of the situation?"
The blue-green alien approached, his movements fluid like a deadly dance. "Concerning, Lord Frieza. If the data is correct, there's a concentration of Saiyans on Earth that rivals—"
"Our best soldiers" – Frieza completed, a smile appearing on purple lips. "Fascinating. Simply fascinating."
TAP! TAP! TAP!
Dodoria stomped his feet on the floor, his body mass making the metal groan. "Sir, we should attack immediately. If we let these monkeys multiply—"
"Patience, my dear Dodoria" – Frieza raised a delicate hand. "Haste is the enemy of perfection. And I... am a perfectionist."
He rose from his chair, floating to the window that showed the infinite stars. "Just look... all these years, I believed I had exterminated the Saiyans. All of them, except my two obedient little dogs."
The smile widened, gaining sadistic tones.
"And I discover there's an entire colony thriving right under my nose. How... humiliating."
CRACK!
The air around him became heavy, making everyone in the room choke. Frieza's power began to leak, distorting reality around him.
"But also... educational" – he continued, his voice still soft but now loaded with malice. "After all, what better way to test my... recent experiments... than against worthy adversaries?"
Zarbon frowned. "Experiments, sir?"
"Transformations, my dear Zarbon. Evolution beyond natural limits" – Frieza laughed, and it was a sound that made the metal walls crack. "Do you think I spent these years idle? Resting on the laurels of victory?"
He turned, facing his subordinates with eyes that gleamed with hunger for destruction.
"No. I perfected myself. I refined myself. I transformed into something that transcends mortal concepts of power."
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
A soft alarm sounded, indicating a new transmission. On the screen, Vegita's image appeared, her golden aura pulsing with rage.
"Ah, my dear little princess" – Frieza murmured, watching the Saiyan prepare to depart. "So predictable. So... proud."
"Orders, Lord Frieza?" – Zarbon asked.
Frieza remained silent for a long moment, calculating, planning, savoring the possibilities that opened before him.
"Let Vegita go" – he said finally. "Let her do the dirty work. Let her test these... terrestrial anomalies."
The smile became predatory.
"And when she inevitably fails..." – he paused, delighting in the anticipation. "I myself will go there. To give a practical demonstration of how to deal with... pests."
Dodoria grunted. "And if she manages to defeat them, sir?"
Frieza laughed again, and this time the sound made the ship's lights flicker.
"Then I'll have two surprises waiting for me on Earth" – he said, his eyes gleaming with pure malice. "A colony of trained Saiyans... and a princess who finally learned her place."
He floated back to his chair, settling with the grace of a patient predator.
"One year" – he murmured to himself. "Enough time to perfect some... final details."
In the darkness of space, the ship continued its silent journey, carrying plans that would make universes tremble.
And somewhere, in a distant galaxy, a small blue marble continued spinning innocently around its yellow star.
Having no idea of the storm that was approaching.