After considerable effort and multiple communication attempts, Jaice finally established contact with Kibito, urgently reporting the lower realm's situation to Supreme Kai Shin in comprehensive detail. Learning that Frieza had risen from death itself, Shin felt a chill of genuine concern—he'd learned from Raditz that Frieza had been the one who aided Towa during that crisis years ago. After several years of unknown preparation, how powerful had the tyrant emperor become? Nobody could say with certainty.
Raditz's foresight in strengthening the universe's defenders had proven prophetic once again. Whenever the cosmos seemed stable, new threats inevitably emerged from the shadows.
While mortals lacked the means to contact Raditz in the Destruction God Realm, the Supreme Kai operated under different limitations. He immediately sought out Whis, conveying all relevant intelligence about the brewing crisis.
"Whis, what's the matter?"
Beerus sat at the ornate dining table savoring exquisite delicacies, barely glancing up from his feast as he posed the question with casual disinterest.
"It's Supreme Kai Shin. He requests we contact Raditz—the Galactic Justice League has been attacked, and Frieza is suspected to have returned."
"Frieza..." Beerus paused mid-bite, the fork held between his teeth as he propped his head on one hand. His expression remained thoroughly indifferent. "I wanted to destroy him years ago. That creature was insufferably arrogant."
To a God of Destruction, news of attacks or space villainy held no particular significance. Such matters fell far below his threshold of interest.
"However..." Whis tilted his head with gentle amusement. "You were the one who ordered him to destroy Planet Vegeta, if I recall correctly. And we currently have three Saiyans just outside—one of whom happens to be the Saiyan Prince."
Beerus startled visibly, his composed demeanor cracking. "Hey, Whis! You don't need to broadcast that detail!"
"Haha, yes, yes. My apologies." Whis' smile remained perfectly serene.
Many years ago, who could have predicted the God of Destruction would eventually meet the Saiyans and face them as the prophesied opponents in his oracle fish's vision? Everything seemed to be an arrangement of fate—magic in its truest sense.
After a contemplative pause, Beerus asked, "So what does Shin want done about this?"
"He wants Raditz to handle it."
"Shin never thinks anything through properly. Fine, wake Raditz and the others up." Beerus waved dismissively, immediately returning his attention to the delicious Earth cuisine laid before him, utterly unconcerned.
Whis bowed with perfect etiquette before departing. He crossed the pristine grass to where the three Saiyans lay unconscious, tapping his staff lightly against the ground. Instantly, divine energy flowed through them, consciousness returning in a rush.
All three stirred simultaneously, climbing to their feet and rotating stiff joints as feeling returned to their battered limbs. Their enhanced Saiyan physiology was already accelerating recovery.
"Whew... Man! Lord Beerus really is incredible! Haha!" Goku rubbed the back of his head with his characteristic grin, eternally optimistic and cheerful. Defeat only made him more enthusiastic about future challenges, never dampening his warrior's spirit.
Vegeta made a dismissive "tch" sound, turning halfway away to hide whatever emotions played across his features.
Raditz simply smiled with quiet contemplation. He understood with perfect clarity—the gap between them and Beerus remained enormous. The level of true gods couldn't be achieved through just a few years of dedicated training. He still needed far more experience, countless more battles to bridge that impossible distance.
"Before you get too absorbed in reflection," Whis interjected smoothly, "Supreme Kai Shin just sent word. Frieza has returned. The Galactic Justice League has been attacked, though Frieza's exact whereabouts remain unknown. the Kai wishes to know if Lord Raditz will handle this matter."
"Frieza?!" Both Goku and Vegeta reacted with sharp surprise.
The tyrant escaped during Janemba's chaotic disruption of the underworld, then spent time rebuilding his strength in preparation for this return. An old nemesis—and an exceptionally dangerous one.
Goku immediately pounded his fist into his palm with enthusiasm. "Brother! Let's go deal with Frieza right now!"
"No. We wait." Raditz's calm declaration surprised them both. He smiled knowingly at Whis. "Mr. Whis, you should be able to track Frieza's current movements, correct?"
"Indeed I can." Whis nodded, extending his divine staff. Immediately, a crystalline viewing window manifested in the air, displaying real-time imagery of Frieza's fleet advancing through space. The Legion's advanced technology could evade conventional detection equipment, but nothing escaped divine observation.
After watching the display for several moments, Whis announced with certainty: "Frieza's trajectory leads directly to Earth."
"Earth?! This guy's intentions are definitely evil!" Goku's expression hardened with protective fury. "Brother, we can't wait any longer! With our current strength, we can definitely defeat him. Maybe Gohan and the others would even be enough—"
"Frieza has also been training extensively." Raditz cut him off with measured authority. "The Cold family possesses extraordinary natural talent—we cannot afford carelessness. You and Vegeta haven't fully mastered Super Saiyan Blue yet. You need substantial practice to truly internalize this form's capabilities." He turned back to Whis. "How long until Frieza reaches Earth?"
"At his current velocity... approximately three months."
"Perfect. Then we'll prepare to receive him in three months." Raditz's eyes gleamed with strategic intent. "During this period, we can completely master Super Saiyan Blue's state. Whether we use the Hyperbolic Time Chamber or continue training here in the Destruction God Realm, we need to ascend to another level entirely."
Raditz had made his decision with absolute conviction. He wasn't remotely concerned about confronting Frieza directly—even if the tyrant achieved his Golden transformation, he wouldn't match Super Saiyan 4 God's overwhelming power. But Frieza's return created invaluable pressure that would accelerate Goku and Vegeta's development. Throughout Saiyan history, their greatest leaps in strength occurred during desperate, high-stakes situations.
Both Goku and Vegeta were taken aback by this radical strategy. Wait three months for Frieza to arrive? Was such patience truly necessary? Yet Raditz's unwavering expression communicated everything—this wasn't a suggestion but a command born from tactical brilliance.
Raditz contacted Jaice through Shin, instructing everyone to maintain defensive readiness while preparing for the confrontation exactly three months hence.
Those three months evaporated like morning mist.
Raditz and his fellow Saiyans trained with brutal intensity, pushing their bodies and minds to new limits daily. Meanwhile, Earth's defenders learned of Frieza's approaching threat and made their own preparations, each warrior steeling themselves for the battle ahead.
Frieza advanced toward Earth with absolute confidence radiating from every pore. The moment his fleet penetrated the solar system's boundary, he abandoned all pretense of stealth. His massive flagship emerged from hiding, its presence impossible to miss—a declaration of dominance.
Within ten minutes, he would reach his destination. There was no longer any need for concealment.
He intended to descend upon Earth and proclaim to all living beings: Your space emperor has returned!
The terrifying, malevolent aura spread throughout the solar system like poison gas, even extending beyond into neighboring space. This overwhelming pressure emanated from Frieza while he remained in his first form—the weakest and most restrained of his transformations.
When that suffocating presence washed over Earth, its piercing chill made every warrior's face drain of color, their bodies trembling involuntarily despite years of battle-hardened experience.
Raditz had been absolutely correct in his cautious preparation. Frieza felt completely different than before—this represented power on an entirely new level.
During his time in Hell, Frieza had endured unspeakable torment every single day. That constant suffering had tested and honed his spiritual will to razor sharpness, forging an incredible foundation of determination. Later, with Towa's assistance, he'd entered a dimensional space where time flowed at drastically reduced speed, allowing extended training periods. Fueled by incomparable hatred for the Saiyans who'd humiliated him, his progress had been meteoric. Four months of training in that alternate dimension equaled several years of conventional practice.
Through that crucible of focused rage and endless repetition, Frieza had finally achieved his new transformation—the Golden Form!
With this unprecedented power coursing through his body, Frieza experienced pleasure and confidence beyond anything he'd known previously.
That same power now inspired dread in all who sensed its approach.
On Earth, the assembled warriors stood ready near the projected landing coordinates, though disbelief still colored their expressions. They gathered in tense clusters, all eyes fixed on the sky as they attempted to calm racing hearts.
"Brother... is Frieza really that strong?" Goten stood beside Gohan, his young face twisted with anxiety he couldn't quite mask.
"I don't know for certain. Uncle Raditz warned that Frieza might possess an even more advanced transformation. What we're sensing now... this might not even be his true power."
"Gohan, have you been training hard these past years?" Piccolo's forehead glistened with sweat despite the cool air, though the corner of his mouth quirked upward with grim satisfaction.
"Of course! I never slack off anymore!"
After achieving his Mystic transformation, Gohan had maintained rigorous practice. Though he'd never become a battle-obsessed martial artist like his father, consistent training had allowed steady progression in strength. If anyone besides Goku and Vegeta might naturally achieve Super Saiyan Blue through their own power, Gohan stood as the most likely candidate.
"Good. Then let's show this tyrant what we've learned." Piccolo smiled fiercely, clenching his fists until knuckles cracked.
Krillin, Tien, and the others represented the weaker tier of fighters assembled, but for Earth's safety, none would consider absence. Even martial artists across the planet who'd learned to sense ki detected this terrifying extraterrestrial visitor—though their instincts screamed that this monster existed far beyond anything they could possibly handle.
"Here he comes!" Tien shouted suddenly, his three eyes widening as he spotted the descending vessel, his voice cutting through the tension and setting every nerve on edge.