Dragon Ball Roshi

In the dark, vast expanse of the universe.

A massive, disc-shaped spaceship.

Inside one of the immense chambers.

Behind a transparent window made of special materials, a small figure with two horns and purple lips floated in mid-air. His cold, indifferent eyes stared out into the seemingly endless vastness of space. Stars passed by the sides of the spaceship, and his expression was as still as a sculpture—no one could know what thoughts were running through his mind.

Because he was the Emperor of the universe, the unrivaled Frieza.

If he wished, with just a flick of his finger, he could destroy every star in his sight, turning them into silent fireworks in the cold void of space.

Just as he had been doing for years.

Conquering or annihilating.

What a delightful pursuit...

Enjoying the pleas of the weak, watching them suffer... The moment when the weak realize that they face a terror they cannot resist, the absolute despair that shines through—it was in these moments that Frieza found a small thrill.

"Hmph..."

As though recalling something, Frieza's slender tail behind him gently swished.

He turned around and floated into his personal small flying seat.

"Ding—" A sound came from the door.

Frieza's expression remained unchanged, as if covered by armor. He kept his back to the door, still gazing at the cosmic scenery outside. He casually spoke. "Come in."

The door hissed open, and two alien scientists in white robes walked in.

"Lord Frieza..." Sweat covered their foreheads. Simply entering this room, they could feel the immense pressure from Frieza, like the weight of a mountain. For weaklings like them, it was almost unbearable.

The small flying seat in front of the black window rotated, and Frieza sat back down, his expression indifferent. He lifted his chin slightly and coldly asked. "How is the 'project' progressing?"

The two scientists immediately began to sweat profusely. Frieza's gaze burned into them like the sun, but it felt like they were trapped in an ice cave, frozen and terrified. One of them stammered. "S-Sorry, Lord Frieza... the project... still... still... hasn't made any significant breakthroughs…"

Frieza's demonic face revealed no emotion—neither disappointment nor satisfaction was visible. He simply controlled his flying seat, turning it back around to face away from the two scientists.

"Lord Frieza…"

"Leave."

The voice, devoid of any emotion, came from the opposite side of the seat. The two scientists immediately froze, not daring to say another word. They knew that if they spoke one more sentence... a shiver ran down their spines, and they silently retreated, closing the door behind them.

Frieza continued to gaze at the rapidly moving stars outside his ship, as if he could never get enough of it. He wanted to keep looking until the end of time, until the day the universe itself was no more.

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Boom! Boom!

The sounds of two meteors falling to the ground echoed. The earth trembled, and shockwaves spread outward.

In a valley, two enormous circular craters were created by the falling "meteors." At the center of these craters were two spherical white objects.

Click. Click.

The doors of the two spherical ships opened simultaneously. A hissing sound followed as life-support gases leaked out. Two figures emerged, pushing the slowly rising doors aside.

They were two people who looked almost identical—same appearance, same height, same build, and even the same uniforms.

However, their auras were noticeably different. One exuded an icy, indifferent, and ruthless air, his face stiff as he floated upward with his arms crossed.

The other person exuded an air of carefreeness and casualness. Flying up alongside the first figure, he glanced around and clicked his tongue. "Not bad, huh? This reminds me of our homeland, the one the king destroyed! Isn't that right, Le Orio?"

"Di Orio, don't say things you shouldn't" Le Orio coldly replied. He had a ring-like device on his head, with dark yellow lenses flashing lines of data.

"Don't be so serious! The king won't care!" Di waved his hand dismissively, clearly much more carefree than his counterpart.

The two quickly flew high into the sky, looking down at the vast land below. They could see nearby mountains, forests, and a few places that resembled primitive villages.

Le gave him a cold glance and pointed to a place below them, a village that appeared to be inhabited by local natives.

"Alright, fine, I'll go," Di Orio said with a sigh. "You know, even on a break, I still have to do what you say!" He scratched his head, not used to wearing cumbersome power level detectors. He glanced at the small village Le Orio had pointed out and descended towards it.

Le Orio remained floating in the high skies, his arms crossed, eyes cold as he watched Di Orio head off.

---

Hera, the young girl who was preparing ingredients, felt the ground suddenly shake. Startled, she rushed outside.

"What happened? What's going on?" she called out, still holding a wet piece of Amus mushroom in her hand.

The villagers, slender and tall spiritual practitioners, turned their attention to a distant direction.

"It seems like something fell from the sky!" one person said.

"Something fell from the sky?" Hera asked in surprise, her mouth agape as she looked towards the sky but saw nothing.

"Master, what was that just now?" One of the villagers, who had also seen the two white trails descending from the sky, asked an elderly man who had emerged from a tent. He wore a loose robe, his head bald and his face calm, exuding a tranquil aura. He was the village's magician.

The magician thoughtfully stared in the direction of the disturbance. After a moment, he shook his head. "It could have been a meteor falling from the heavens."

"Should we go check it out?" someone in the village suggested.

"Maybe there will be rare materials! The magician might need them too, right?"

As the villagers discussed, suddenly someone shouted. "Something's flying towards us!"

"Really? What is it?"

Everyone looked up. From the distant sky, something was rapidly flying towards them.

"It's... a person!?"

The magician in the village exclaimed in surprise. However, before he could finish his sentence, in just a few breaths, the figure arrived in the sky above them.

Boom!

A white fireball-like object crashed down in front of the group, hitting the ground with a thud. As the dust settled, a strange figure appeared—someone dressed in unusual clothing, their appearance just as peculiar.

The villagers stared blankly at the strange figure who had fallen from the sky.

"Ahem! Sorry, I landed a bit roughly... Let me take a look here..." Di Orio twisted his neck, placed one hand on his waist, and squinted as he scanned the indigenous people around him. His gaze finally settled on the old magician in the crowd.

He strolled toward the magician and stood directly in front of him.

At that moment, the villagers snapped out of their stupor. Someone pointed at Di Orio and demanded: "Who are you?! What do you want?!"

"Master..." They gathered behind the magician, seemingly to back him up, because Di Orio not only arrived mysteriously, but his demeanor clearly suggested hostility, radiating an oppressive presence that made them uncomfortable.

Di Orio paid no mind to their reactions. He simply looked down from above at the calm eyes of the bald old man in front of him and asked. "I heard you have some strange abilities here. I came to ask about them..."

He paused for a moment, and his expression suddenly mirrored Le Orio cold and detached demeanor. "I have something in the hands of someone I can't afford to provoke. Do you have a way... for me to use this thing to kill that person?"

The magician remained calm under Di Orio's immense pressure. Unfazed, he shook his head and spoke slowly: "I don't understand what you're talking about."

Di Orio grinned, a smile full of cruelty, bloodlust, and a hint of madness. He coldly replied. "You'll understand soon enough!" With that, he extended his hand, and a purple energy wave began to form in his palm, shooting towards the open space behind him.

"Boom!" A loud explosion rang out, creating a massive crater in the ground behind Di Orio.

The magician's eyelids twitched at the sight, his expression darkening.

Di Orio then aimed his palm at the magician, but shifted slightly to point at the villagers standing behind him. The purple energy gathered once more in his hand, ready to unleash. With a cold smile, he said: "So, do you understand now?"

"What do you want to do?!"

The villagers standing behind the magician broke into a cold sweat. They all practiced spiritual cultivation, and although not everyone could reach the magician's level, they could still sense the terrifying energy within the purple orb in Di Orio hand.

"I understand... Please lower your hand!" The magician's forehead glistened with sweat as his face twisted in unease.

Di Orio grinned. "That's more like it. I'm a reasonable person!"

With that, he dissipated the purple energy wave and lowered his hand—

At that moment, he suddenly felt his vision darken!

If time had been slowed to a crawl...

A rough hand, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, was suddenly pressed against Di Orion's face, covering it completely.

Almost simultaneously, a deep voice, as though drifting from a distant sky, whispered softly in his ear. "May I have a word?"

In the next instant, just as Di Orion's vision blurred, a fierce howling wind rushed past his ears. He felt himself being rapidly pulled backward, the sound of the air ripping apart like a ghostly wail—he was in the air!

In the span of a single blink, Di Orio was forcefully dragged away, streaking through the sky like a shooting star.

The magician stood there, stunned, watching the figure that had ascended into the sky. In the blink of an eye, it was gone, leaving him utterly confused. The threat Di Orio had just posed felt like a fleeting illusion... What had just happened?