Chapter 55: Frieza's Reaction

Xavier returned to the underground base of the Phydia people on Planet Phydia, where the Phydia people were still busily maintaining their spaceship. Finding a quiet spot, Xavier lay down to rest.

"Lord Xavier, you're back. Did those aliens cause you any trouble?" Dokra approached, his face a picture of solicitous concern.

In truth, Dokra had been deeply worried while Xavier confronted Zarbon and his cohorts. Visions of the ground shaking, the skies splitting asunder, and apocalyptic devastation had haunted him—scenes so terrifying they were etched indelibly in his memory. Never before had Dokra witnessed such horrors, and he had been scared stiff, secretly fearing that Xavier might not measure up to those formidable foes.

At that time, the Phydia people could only rely on Xavier. If even he could not stand against those aliens, then the Phydia people faced certain extinction.

Those aliens were immensely powerful, so much so that Dokra had been apprehensive for Xavier. He couldn't bear to think what would become of the Phydia people if Xavier were defeated.

Now, seeing Xavier return safely, Dokra's anxiety was replaced by relief. He breathed a sigh of relief, his worried expression turning to one of joy as he hurriedly approached.

"Those scum, my opponents?" Xavier glanced at Dokra, his tone cool and dismissive.

It wasn't arrogance, but a clear understanding on his part that to truly win over the Phydia people, he had to demonstrate his strength, convincing them that following him was their best choice. As for those aliens, they had merely served as stepping stones to cement his position.

Dokra paused, momentarily taken aback by the chilling aura, but he wasn't frightened. Instead, he was enveloped by a sense of joy.

"From Lord Xavier's words, could it be that he has already dealt with those aliens? Yes, that must be it!"

Dokra was slightly dazed, then his eyes lit up. He tried to speak several times, but each time the words stuck in his throat.

"What is it?" Xavier asked with a faint smile.

"Lord Xavier, there were sudden huge explosions all over Planet Phydia, and the whole planet was shaking. I was wondering if it was because of your battle with the enemies..." Dokra dared not assume too much and was careful to gauge Xavier's expression as he asked tentatively.

"Yes, those explosions were caused by the clash of energies with the planet's crust during my fight with the aliens," Xavier confirmed without denial.

Indeed!

Dokra's pupils dilated with shock, his face showing his astonishment. He had never imagined that a human could wield such terrifying power through sheer physical force, a feat beyond the reach of technology.

Dokra's breathing quickened, "Lord Xavier, what was the final outcome then?"

"Didn't I just say? Of course, I won. There are no more aliens on this planet!" Xavier glared slightly "annoyed," waving his hand dismissively, "I just didn't expect the enemies to be so weak. I hadn't even warmed up yet, and they were all down..."

Such a response was somewhat hard for Dokra to accept. The "weaklings" Xavier spoke of had been the very culprits behind the destruction of Planet Phydia!

Suddenly, an uncontrollable wave of emotion surged through Dokra, tears filling his eyes, and he fell to the ground, sobbing loudly, "It's wonderful, all the invaders are dead, Lord Xavier has avenged us, and our deceased kin can now rest."

"That's enough, your people will find peace," Xavier casually reassured him with a lift of his eyebrow. Once Dokra calmed down, Xavier frowned and added, "Although the aliens who invaded Planet Phydia have been eliminated, unfortunately, due to the crustal collapse, Planet Phydia is no longer suitable for life."

"No, Lord Xavier, it's already remarkable that you could defeat those invaders. Thank you!"

"Thank you for avenging us!"

Dokra suddenly stood up straight, bowing deeply to Xavier with a solemn and serious expression.

Xavier calmly accepted Dokra's gesture, aware that his acknowledgment was not just of Dokra's gratitude but of the loyalty of all Phydia people.

"However, these aliens were just the vanguard of Frieza's forces. Once they receive news of what has happened here, they will definitely send even more formidable enemies. So, Dokra, you must hurry to gather the remaining Phydia people and check the condition of the spaceship. We need to leave Planet Phydia before the second wave of aliens arrives."

"Yes, sir!" Dokra nodded vigorously, his slight frame seeming to contain boundless energy as he began to energetically direct his people in the upcoming busy tasks.

Evacuation was a complex and cumbersome job, involving both the tally of remaining people and the preparation of alternative spaceships—tasks that were tremendously demanding, especially when the timing of the next wave of invaders was unknown. Time was of the essence.

They had to seize every moment to expedite their departure from Planet Phydia.

In response to the complex and demanding tasks of evacuation, Dokra made detailed assignments, which Xavier observed and nodded in approval.

The Phydia people were also very dedicated. After Xavier had eliminated Zarbon and the other alien invaders, avenging the national grievance, the Phydia people’s admiration for Xavier had risen to a new level, solidifying their recognition and loyalty toward him.

The Phydia people, often interacting with external cosmic civilizations, knew a bit about the nature of the powerful. Compared to other mighty beings in the universe, Lord Xavier, a "kind" powerhouse, was undoubtedly the most awe-inspiring to them.

In the North Galaxy, at Frieza's headquarters, a giant planet transformed through advanced technology stands prominent. Against the backdrop of the vast, vibrant cosmos, stars gleam like radiant pearls, orderly aligned in their designated orbits.

This planet serves as the heartland of Frieza's empire, the central hub of power. Its defenses are impregnable; advanced cosmic technology encases the planet in an armor impenetrable as if forged from iron and bronze, not even a fly could breach its barriers.

Surrounding the frigid planet, space fortresses orbit like sentinels, with massive turrets on either side casting a chilling gleam in the dark void, resembling ancient behemoths roaring and bellowing in the night.

Inside a lavish palace, Frieza stands by a translucent window, casually holding a glass of wine, his crimson eyes quietly observing the scene outside, a cruel gleam flickering within his icy gaze.

"Mr. Dodoria, I hear that the Saiyan King Vegeta is busy with a rebellion. What do you think I should do about these Saiyans?" Frieza's voice, cold and raspy, echoes as he hands his wine glass to an attendant, then turns to Dodoria with keen interest.

"These Saiyans are truly insufferable, so arrogantly prideful. If not for their somewhat useful combat abilities, I would have already led a force to obliterate their planet Vegeta," Dodoria scoffs, clearly disdainful of the Saiyan's proud nature.

Frieza chuckles softly, a wicked smile playing on his lips, "Patience, Mr. Dodoria. In time, we'll eradicate the Saiyans and show you the most beautiful fireworks in the universe."

"Yes, Lord Frieza!" Dodoria replies, visibly excited by the prospect of witnessing another of Frieza's destructive spectacles.

"Oh, and I've heard that King Vegeta has a son these past few years, a boy with promising talents. Named Vegeta, isn’t it?" Frieza inquires.

"Yes, indeed!"

"Hmm, audaciously naming his son after the planet, King Vegeta certainly harbors great ambitions. Mr. Dodoria, bring that young Vegeta to our headquarters soon."

"At your command, my lord." Dodoria’s hefty face breaks into a sinister grin.

Just then, the palace doors burst open, and an alien with purple skin stumbles in, crawling as he reports, "Lord Frieza, there’s urgent news from Planet Phydia!"

"Oh? What news? Has Mr. Zarbon already found information about the ancient warrior?" Frieza asks nonchalantly.

"No, not that!" the alien stutters, wiping sweat from his brow.

"Speak clearly, what is the matter?" Dodoria snaps impatiently.

The purple-skinned alien shivered with nerves, urgently reporting, "The latest dispatch from command states... Lord Zarbon encountered a formidable enemy on Planet Phydia and has been completely wiped out... Lord Zarbon's energy signal has vanished!"

With a sharp snap, Frieza's tail whipped against a nearby attendant, sending a wine glass crashing to the floor, its crimson contents spilling. His expression darkened as his demonic red eyes flickered with a grim light, and his voice chilled the air, "What exactly happened? Explain everything clearly!"

The alien stammered, "Lord Zarbon had taken over a hundred warriors from Frieza's forces to Planet Phydia in search of clues about an ancient warrior. But just an hour ago, command monitored a massive surge in energy on the planet."

"And then, the signals from Lord Zarbon and his team vanished. It is presumed... Lord Zarbon has fallen."

"How is that possible? Zarbon's combat strength at his peak is 25,000! Could it be he didn't have time to transform?" Dodoria asked, shocked.

Dodoria, a constant fixture by Frieza's side and aware of Zarbon's superior power, found it inconceivable that Zarbon could fail on such a minor planet.

"The sensors detected that Lord Zarbon had exerted his full power before we lost contact!" the purple alien added, seemingly astounded by his own words.

After a brief moment of shock, Frieza quickly regained his composure, a wicked smile curling his lips, "Interesting, truly interesting. Someone was actually capable of killing Mr. Zarbon. Ha, their power must rival that of the Ginyu Force!"

The purple-skinned alien stood still, heart pounding, aware that Lord Frieza was deeply displeased.

Indeed, Frieza was not pleased. Not mourning Zarbon’s death, his mind was consumed with fury over the affront to his pride. To him, Zarbon's demise was a challenge; aside from his father, King Cold, and his brother, Cooler, Frieza was unaccustomed to defeat, and his subordinates were not to be trifled with.

"Mr. Dodoria, Planet Phydia is just a low-level planet, correct?" Frieza's voice was calm, but laced with deadly intent.

"Yes, the inhabitants of Planet Phydia are nothing but insects, with power levels no higher than 15!" Dodoria responded immediately.

"And yet, it's this 'insect' of a low-level planet that has claimed the life of Mr. Zarbon!" Frieza muttered.

"Could it really be the ancient warrior of Phydia legend?" Frieza pondered aloud.

"Mr. Dodoria, immediately send orders to the Ginyu Force. Have them reach Planet Phydia as fast as possible. I want to see for myself the power of this so-called ancient warrior!"

Frieza’s greatest fears were rooted in legends long held by his race—the fabled Super Saiyan from ancient times, and more recently, the rumors of an ancient warrior from the people of Planet Phydia.

Sending the Ginyu Force was a ploy to gauge the ancient warrior’s strength, using them as bait in his cunning test.