The Sixth Universe also had Saiyans.
Unlike the Seventh Universe, the Saiyans here loved peace and were filled with a sense of justice. They did not have tails, could not transform into Great Apes upon seeing the moon, and did not harbor that unventable ruthlessness in their hearts.
Broadly speaking, the Saiyans of the Sixth Universe were all righteous figures, a true warrior race. In contrast, the pure-blooded Saiyans of the Seventh Universe were evil, every last one of them. If Son Goku hadn't bumped his head and become half an idiot, he wouldn't have been any better.
In the Sixth Universe, the Saiyans had always lived on their home planet, Planet Sadala.
As a home planet, its environment was excellent. Having lived in peace for a long time, and being allies with Frost, a recipient of the Universe Peace Prize, the Saiyans' lives were very comfortable. Ordinary space pirates simply did not dare to provoke them.
However, in the last few days, the Saiyans seemed to have fallen from heaven into hell. An endless stream of space pirates attacked Planet Sadala. Their defense lines fell one after another. The Defense Force, which usually possessed decent battle power, suffered assassinations before the war even began; several combat-experienced warriors fell before they could even fight.
Losing the resistance of the Defense Force and facing enemies surging like a tidal wave, the Saiyans suffered defeat after defeat.
They also attempted to ask their ally, Frost, for reinforcements, but the signal could not be sent out at all.
"Captain, what should we do?" a young soldier asked the Defense Force Captain, Renso.
This seasoned warrior had turned the tide and saved quite a few civilians, but he could not hold out alone. After fighting continuously for several days, he was exhausted to the extreme, both mentally and physically.
Dragging an injured leg, he had to make a difficult decision. "You guys organize the personnel to retreat. Prioritize the children; they are the future of the Saiyans. I will delay them for a while longer."
He thought for a moment and said to his trusted subordinate, "Take Caulifla away. Her talent is extremely powerful. If the future Saiyans need a super warrior... they will definitely need her power."
The five-year-old sister cried and shouted that she didn't want to leave her brother, but she was forcibly pulled onto the spaceship by the soldiers.
In space, one hundred kilometers away from Planet Sadala, Frost watched the departing Saiyan spaceships with a gloomy expression.
Frieza had told him about the Saiyans and the matter of the 'Saiyan's friend.' For Frieza, Ino was automatically categorized into the ranks of the Saiyans' friends.
Frost also felt a loathing for the existence of Saiyans that stemmed from his very bones. Originally, he had been a bit hesitant, but after seeing Frieza's miserable state, he immediately made up his mind.
Exterminate them!
Frost's so-called maintenance of peace was essentially a trick of passing something from the left hand to the right. He would first send subordinates to create war and chaos, and then he would step forward himself to win people's hearts and seize the local precious resources. Inside and out, they were actually all his people.
Now, dealing with the Saiyans, he was also using those subordinates who did the dirty work. However, today was slightly different. Today was not about seizing resources, but about genocide—eliminating all hidden dangers.
He quietly left the spaceship and arrived outside the atmosphere of Planet Sadala.
His finger rose high. A black, high-density compressed energy ball appeared at the tip of his finger. This was his signature technique: "Death Energy Ball."
He charged it for a few seconds, then, with a smile on his face, threw the energy ball with force. Tens of seconds later, the energy ball penetrated straight into the core of Planet Sadala, thoroughly detonating this planet with its beautiful environment.
Frost had learned from Frieza's experience and lessons. He had specifically trained for a few days and no longer played games with the first form, second form, or third form. He went directly to his Final Form, the one without pants.
Although small in stature, he had sufficient confidence. He believed he could face any form of attack and wouldn't end up like Frieza, who was chopped into minced meat with a "crack-crackle" sound before he could even display half of his energy.
Accompanied by the "clack-clack" sound of his toes tapping against the metal floor, he returned to his spaceship to listen to his subordinates' report.
Hearing that a small group of Saiyans had still escaped, he remained noncommittal. He asked, "Previously, a little fellow seemed to have seen some transaction scenes and then escaped alone. Has that guy been dealt with?"
The subordinates inside this spaceship were true confidants. They knew their boss was not a good person, and they trembled one by one. "Apologies, my Lord, we are still in the process of hunting her down."
Frost turned his head sharply.
Letting a small group of Saiyans escape before the planet exploded was part of his original plan. He wanted to see where these guys would run to and who would help the Saiyans at this time, then crush them all along the way, erasing everyone and everything related to the Saiyans.
But this had nothing to do with the pursuit in the other direction. He gritted his back molars. "Are you trying to tell me that hundreds of you couldn't catch a four-year-old Saiyan girl? And you even let her run away? Is this girl a legendary Super Saiyan?!"
He pierced the heads of the few leaders with a Death Beam, then replaced them with a new batch of people, ordering them to kill that Saiyan girl. His, Frost's, good reputation absolutely could not be affected.
Soon, he arrived at another room.
Frieza, who had already been fitted with a mechanical body, was reading a book inside the room.
The technology of the Sixth Universe was somewhat higher than that of the Seventh Universe. His missing body parts were replaced by machinery. Unlike King Cold in the original timeline, who seemed to intentionally suppress Frieza's prestige, Frost had created a set of bionic skin for him. The interior was a combination of machinery and flesh, while the exterior still looked like that milky-white skin.
Frieza could walk and run, and his battle power didn't seem to be affected much. Frost did not restrict his movements, but both sides knew perfectly well that this mechanical body definitely contained some special equipment—self-destruction, forceful control, automatic disassembly; it was nothing more than those few types of functions.
"Senior, I have already destroyed the Saiyans' planet. what do you think should be done next?" Frost asked politely.
Frieza put down the book and pointed at his own body. "Do you want to hear the experience and lessons I gained from this matter?"
Frost nodded gently, signaling that he could speak.
Frieza said, "We are too strong, and our subordinates are too stupid. So, many times, they cannot understand our advanced thinking. My suggestion is: when you discover that something is about to go beyond your control, immediately use your powerful strength to resolve the matter. Never dispatch those stupid and clumsy subordinates to handle it, because they will make a mess of things."
Frost said bluntly, "Senior wants me to leave the spaceship and then let you control my subordinates?"
Frieza spread his hands and asked in return, "Isn't this very obvious? After all, I am also under your control."
Frost turned and left the room. "Your suggestion is very good; I will consider it."
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