A cool wind swept across the rocky cliffs near North City, rustling the grass and the ocean waves below. The sky was deceptively calm — a blue canvas hiding the storm that was about to erupt.
Gohan stood quietly, adjusting his glasses as he looked toward the sky. "It's strange… even after all these years, the feeling of waiting for someone like him still gives me chills."
Beside him, Piccolo had his arms crossed, his expression stern. "Don't let your guard down, Gohan. Frieza's not some idiot. If he's coming here, it means he's confident."
Krillin rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Confident, huh? Yeah, that's one word for it… I still remember Namek. Never thought I'd be seeing that guy again in this lifetime."
A few feet away, Tien, Master Roshi stood in silence. Even Roshi, who was often laid-back, looked unusually serious, gripping his staff tightly.
The tension was thick enough to feel. They could all sense it — the distant hum of something sinister approaching Earth.
Then, a faint humming sound came from above. Three figures closed in fast.
The group turned as Razor, Android 18, and Rizze landed nearby.
Krillin's face instantly lit up. "You all came too!"
18 folded her arms, her usual smirk returning. "You didn't really think I'd let you have all the fun, did you?"
Krillin laughed awkwardly. "Fun isn't exactly the word I'd use for fighting Frieza…"
Everyone greeted 18 warmly, but their eyes quickly moved to Rizze — and the massive figure beside her.
Rizze waved at everyone, smiling brightly. "Hi, everyone!" But her cheerful tone was met with a few confused looks.
Krillin blinked. "Uh, 18… you brought Rizze too? Isn't she a little too young for this?"
Before 18 could answer, Razor's calm, gravelly voice cut through. "She's here to learn."
Everyone turned as Razor crossed his arms, standing slightly apart from the group. His gaze swept over the area — silent, calculating.
Piccolo raised an eyebrow. "You brought her with you to learn?"
Even Tien frowned slightly. "This isn't a sparring match. The person coming is one of the deadliest beings in the universe."
"She's been training hard," Razor said flatly. "If she wants to grow stronger, she needs to see real battle."
Piccolo nodded in understanding — he himself had trained Gohan when he was just a kid and knew the significance of a real fight in growing up.
Razor's eyes flicked toward Gohan, narrowing slightly. "You've gotten weaker," he said bluntly. "When we fought Duragon together, your power was sharper. What happened?"
Gohan rubbed his neck and gave a sheepish smile. "Heh… work, family, research — life happened, I guess."
Razor exhaled slowly, half in disappointment, half in understanding. "You're still a Saiyan. Don't forget that."
Before anyone could respond, the sky suddenly rumbled. A massive circular shadow grew larger and larger — Frieza's ship descending through the clouds.
A mechanical hiss echoed as the landing thrusters ignited, stirring dust and waves. The ship settled gently on the rocky plain.
The hatch opened, and Frieza emerged on his floating throne, calm and regal in his first form. Behind him stood Sorbet, Tagoma and Shisami, flanked by rows upon rows of armored soldiers stretching across the valley.
Frieza's eyes scanned the assembled fighters. "Ahh… what a nostalgic sight. Namek seems like only yesterday. The Earth, still standing… and my favorite insects still crawling upon it."
His eyes rested on Krillin, then Gohan, then Piccolo. "I see some familiar faces. Still alive, I see. How unfortunate."
Krillin gulped. "Yeah, sorry about that."
He turned to Razor and Rizze, eyes narrowing. "And what have we here? More Saiyans? My, my… the monkeys have been busy."
Rizze bristled at the insult, but Razor placed a hand on her shoulder. "Ignore him," he said quietly. "Remember what I told you — keep your guard up."
Rizze smirked. "Got it, Dad."
Frieza's smirk twitched. "How adorable. A father-daughter sparring session before extinction."
Before he could continue, another familiar voice echoed over the sound of the ship's engines.
"Frieza!? Oh, for crying out loud — why does it always have to be you!?"
Bulma's capsule plane descended, kicking up dust as it landed behind the fighters. She stormed out, Jaco nervously following her.
"Bulma!?" Krillin shouted. "What are you doing here!?"
Bulma rolled her eyes. "What, you think I was gonna miss this? Besides, if I stay near the fighters, it's safer!"
Jaco stumbled forward, wide-eyed. "Wait, hold on — this can't be right!" He pointed at Razor and Rizze in horror. "Two more Saiyans!? Are you kidding me!? How many of you monsters are left!?"
Bulma sighed. "Relax, Jaco. They're friends."
"Friends? Friends!? Do you realize Saiyans were classified threats a few years ago?!" He turned to Razor. "And you — what even are you? Half ape, half nightmare?!"
Razor barely glanced at him. "You talk too much."
Jaco floated backward defensively. "Tactical retreat! Not fear — tactical retreat!"
Krillin snorted. "Sure it is."
Bulma sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Ignore him. He's brave until someone actually dangerous shows up."
Rizze giggled softly, while Razor just looked away, clearly uninterested in the banter.
Bulma groaned. "You're a Galactic Patrolman, and you're scared of a kid?"
Jaco crossed his arms, flustered. "I'll have you know I'm only prioritizing survival! Someone has to report what happens here!"
Before Bulma could respond, Frieza's voice carried across the battlefield. "Tell me, where is Son Goku? I would prefer to destroy him personally."
Bulma put her hands on her hips. "He's training! He'll be here any minute now."
Frieza chuckled darkly. "How thoughtful of him to keep me waiting. Perhaps I should prepare a welcome gift for his return."
He raised one hand. "Kill them all."
The order was calm — chillingly so. And instantly, a thousand soldiers took flight, shouting war cries as they swarmed toward the defenders.
Bulma yelped and ducked behind her ship, pulling out her communicator and a sundae cup. "C'mon, Whis! Pick up already! I made your favorite — strawberry sundae!" No answer. "Ugh, unbelievable! Gods are so unreliable!"
Meanwhile, the battle exploded across the valley. Up above, the sky became a storm of energy blasts.
Piccolo, Tien, and Krillin shot forward in synchronized motion, cutting through the first wave. Krillin unleashed a barrage of ki blasts, blasting through several ships. Roshi removed his shirt, muscles bulging. "Time to show these punks the power of an old-timer!" He unleashed a massive Kamehameha, wiping out dozens.
Gohan powered up, his aura blazing. "Let's finish this fast!"
Meanwhile, Rizze rushed into the fray with visible excitement. "Here I go!" she shouted, darting through enemies, delivering precise blows. She fought skillfully, her training evident — but still youthful, leaving small openings.
Razor floated above, arms crossed, his sharp eyes tracking her every move. When an enemy tried sneaking up behind her, Razor flicked his wrist — a small shockwave blasted the soldier miles away without him even looking.
"Keep your guard up," he said calmly.
Rizze smiled. "Yes, Dad!"
Frieza watched the chaos unfold, smirking. "Beautiful, isn't it? The desperation of insects before the storm."
Sorbet smiled nervously. "Indeed, Lord Frieza. Shall we—"
"Not yet," Frieza interrupted, watching Razor with narrowed eyes. "That one… intrigues me."
As soldiers fell one after another, the battlefield lit with fire and light. Yet Razor still hadn't moved an inch beyond defending Rizze.
Krillin, panting slightly, glanced his way. "Hey, Razor! You planning to just supervise, or are you gonna join in?"
Razor's expression remained impassive. "I'll join when I need to. This is her fight for now."
Even Piccolo, mid-battle, found himself smirking slightly. "He's as composed as Vegeta used to pretend to be."
As the last few soldiers fell, the battlefield quieted, smoke rising in all directions. But Frieza's smirk only widened.
"Impressive… but that was just the warm-up."