"Let me give them a little greeting…"
One of them raised a palm toward the hotel.
Humm !
The air trembled. An energy blast shot straight toward the crowd.
Boom!
A violent explosion detonated midair, a security soldier firing a shot that blew the ki projectile apart.
Immediately after, dozens of Frieza Force soldiers flew onto the ring, surrounding the five men.
A squad leader stepped forward. "Take my advice and stop causing trouble. This planet isn't a place where you can run wild."
"And who are you supposed to be?" The alien at the front sneered.
"Hmph!"
The Frieza Force leader suddenly crossed his fists and threw a heavy strike.
BAM!
A deafening crack split the air. The leader and several soldiers beside him coughed blood and were launched backward, smashing straight through the hotel wall.
The entire venue froze.
Then chaos erupted.
People scattered like headless chickens, screaming as they ran.
"Run! It's a monster!"
"Ah! Somebody help me!"
"Don't panic… go get Mr. Satan!"
The soldiers stared at the attacker, faces drained of color, lips trembling as they spoke.
"Battle power… five hundred and thirty thousand…"
"Who… who the hell are you people?"
The "aliens" glanced at one another. One of them laughed.
His grin was pure mockery.
"Hahaha! Has the Frieza Force gotten so stupid they can't even recognize a Saiyan anymore?"
"W-What? Saiyans?"
"Aren't Saiyans extinct?!"
The soldiers looked stunned.
As far as they knew, after the so-called meteor disaster that destroyed Planet Vegeta, the Saiyans and their world had been erased from history. Nearly half a century had passed since then.
And now these men were standing here, calling themselves Saiyans.
How could anyone not be shocked?
"Extinct? Where'd you get that idea?" the Saiyan scoffed. "After decades of growth, we're thriving. Rising. Flourishing."
"What do you want on this planet?" a soldier demanded.
The Saiyan's eyes narrowed, cold and sharp. "You've been pretty arrogant these past six months, Frieza Force. Instead of cowering in your backwater corners, you came and provoked the Saiyan Empire."
"We're going to show Frieza, with real action, that Saiyans will never be enslaved by him again!"
"'Emperor of the universe'? What a joke." Another Saiyan laughed. "Saiyan talent is endless. What right does Frieza have to sit on that throne?"
"Uh…"
The soldiers exchanged bewildered looks. This was the first time they'd ever heard anything about a "Saiyan Empire."
But after Lord Frieza recovered from his injuries, their own confidence had surged. They'd abandoned strategic retreat, resumed recruitment, and started expanding again.
Had their invasions finally provoked an enemy they couldn't bully?
One sharp soldier immediately blurted, "If you don't want to die, leave now. This planet doesn't belong to the Frieza Force. The person backing it… you can't afford to offend."
"Can't afford to offend?" The Saiyans' expressions turned openly amused. "How laughable. If we dared step onto this planet, it means we don't fear anyone."
"Bring your so-called savior out here and make him swear loyalty!" they shouted. "Otherwise, we'll slaughter everyone on this planet!"
Their voices rang with bloodthirsty menace, killing intent rolling outward like waves.
The crowd panicked and tried to flee even faster.
Yet some of Mr. Satan's diehard fans still screamed his name chanting "Mr. Satan!" begging their hero to teach these troublemakers a lesson.
"Annoying," a Saiyan spat.
They fired dozens of energy blasts into the surrounding area.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
A chain of fiery bursts lit up the air
And in the blink of an eye, every single blast was intercepted with perfect precision.
"What?!"
"Who did that?!"
The Saiyans jerked their heads around, shocked, scanning for the attacker.
A blue-haired young man carrying a sword stepped out from the crowd and stopped beneath the ring.
"You idiots…" Trunks frowned. "Why are you doing something this stupid?"
"And who the hell are you?!" One Saiyan roared. "Die!"
He flashed forward, closing the distance in an instant.
Shing !
A cold glint. A blade's edge pressed tight against the Saiyan's throat.
"Y-You…" The Saiyan's eyes bulged.
Even the soldiers looked stunned.
This Saiyan's displayed battle power was over four hundred thousand an existence almost no one in the Frieza Force could match.
And yet he'd been subdued in a single move… by someone whose scouter reading wasn't even over a thousand.
The remaining Saiyans' faces grew solemn. They didn't dare act rashly.
"Sir," one of them said carefully, "we're just a scouting vanguard. If you kill us, our superiors will deploy the Green-Hair Corps. They'll destroy this planet… no this entire star system."
"Green-Hair Corps?" Trunks repeated under his breath.
He'd heard that phrase somewhere before.
And paired with their claim of being Saiyans, a terrifying possibility took shape in his mind.
"Green hair… that's the unique form of Dark Broly." Trunks's voice sank. "If Saiyans like that exist… and they've reached the scale of an entire corps…"
He didn't finish the sentence.
He didn't have to.
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