Spacetime energy enveloped Raditz and Trunks in brilliant light as they were transported to another Earth entirely.
This timeline had been warped by Towa's dimensional manipulation. The exact time period remained unclear, but since they had chosen Earth as their focal point, there had to be a specific strategic reason behind the selection.
The moment they set foot on this unfamiliar world, both warriors sensed something fundamentally wrong. Looking skyward, they saw an oppressive gray canopy stretched across the heavens like a suffocating veil. Thick, unnatural clouds hung impossibly low, as if the very sky might collapse at any moment under its own weight.
Raditz and Trunks materialized in a desolate wilderness—completely uninhabited, without even a distant mountain village visible on the horizon. The wind here blew with relentless fury, as if racing from one edge of the world to the other, alternately cutting like razor blades—cold, sharp, and unforgiving.
"This place feels absolutely desolate," Trunks observed, scanning their barren surroundings.
"It should just be a random arrival location," he suggested after a moment. "Let's determine what era this timeline represents."
"I don't think it's random at all," Raditz replied, his mouth curving into a knowing arc. "There's a very familiar energy signature approaching..."
His perception abilities surpassed Trunks by a crucial margin, and he had already detected the visitor approaching from deep space—a character he knew all too intimately. Frieza!
If that was the case, this timeline likely represented the period when Frieza returned to Earth seeking revenge. They would probably encounter the Z-fighters who had arrived to stop him. However, in Raditz's original timeline, no such revenge scenario had ever occurred. This distorted reality was clearly from an alternate parallel universe entirely.
Trunks turned his attention toward the cosmos and sensed the approaching threat. In the distant reaches of the solar system, powerful auras were indeed drawing closer to Earth. Among them, two signatures blazed with particular intensity—both radiating bone-deep coldness.
"Let's go investigate immediately. Towa might seize this opportunity to make her move," Raditz stated with keen tactical insight. He sensed instinctively that this battle would attract Towa's attention, and if they wanted to capture her, this was their chance! Both warriors knew exactly where Frieza would make landfall and rushed toward the inevitable confrontation.
Within minutes, the distinctive disc-shaped spacecraft had entered the solar system and was approaching Earth at tremendous velocity. Aboard the vessel were the mechanically reconstructed Frieza and his father, King Cold. Space pirates and soldiers of every description prepared eagerly for battle, like predators eyeing helpless prey.
"So this is Earth? Pathetically small—I could destroy it with a single punch," King Cold commented dismissively, propping his chin with obvious disdain.
Mechanical Frieza clenched his cybernetic fists tightly, blood-red optical sensors glowing like pools of liquid hellfire. His reconstructed form appeared more demonic than ever, sending chills down spines, and even his own subordinates hesitated to approach carelessly.
"No, Father. I intend to slaughter every single being on this planet and teach that accursed Super Saiyan a proper lesson."
"Absolutely. Our combined strength is definitely sufficient to handle mere Super Saiyans."
"Father won't even need to participate—I can defeat him with my current enhanced capabilities. Son Goku..." Mechanical Frieza ground his teeth viciously, murderous intent blazing in his artificial eyes.
Soon after, the spacecraft entered Earth's atmosphere and began its descent. But something felt distinctly wrong—neither Raditz nor Trunks could detect any powerful auras on the planet's surface. No one seemed to be responding to this obvious threat.
"I don't sense Goku's energy anywhere," Raditz noted with confusion.
"My father's signature is absent as well," Trunks added, equally surprised by the development.
What the hell? Was this timeline completely different from recorded history? What exactly were Towa and Mira hoping to accomplish here? Weren't they supposed to be collecting temporal energy? Raditz felt genuinely puzzled by the deviation.
At that moment, the massive disc-shaped vessel plunged from the sky toward the ground, its shadow engulfing the entire wasteland while overwhelming pressure descended from above. The displacement created chaotic wind gusts that shattered stone pillars under the atmospheric disturbance, sending grass blades flying and slicing through the air like tiny blades.
Mechanical support struts extended around the spacecraft like a massive crab's legs, piercing deep into the earth and stabilizing the enormous vessel with tremendous metallic groans before the ship settled completely.
The main hatch opened with a pressurized hiss, and a crowd of alien warriors rushed out at double-time, forming disciplinary ranks and clearing a ceremonial path for Frieza and King Cold, who emerged with calculated theatrical timing.
From the vessel's shadows, both father and son appeared in sequence, their frigid presence immediately washing over the landscape like an arctic wind. Mechanical Frieza's reconstructed body produced disturbing clicking sounds with every movement, his grotesque patchwork appearance genuinely sickening to witness.
"Hehe, so this is the famous Earth? The environment appears quite pleasant—should fetch an excellent price if we decide to sell it at auction."
"Father, let's eliminate every inhabitant of this planet first. As for that monkey Goku, I suspect it will take considerable time for him to arrive and face his doom." Frieza smiled with sadistic anticipation. "You heard my orders—leave absolutely no one alive."
The assembled alien forces responded with bloodthirsty enthusiasm—they had traveled an enormous distance to reach this planet, and the opportunity for wholesale slaughter delighted them immensely. However, when they activated their scouters to locate targets, confusion spread through their ranks. They turned to each other for confirmation, wondering if their detection equipment had malfunctioned.
"Lord Frieza, we cannot locate any significant power readings from the local population."
A withering glare struck the reporting soldier, causing him to collapse in terror. Despite his genuine fear and profuse sweating, the scouters truly displayed nothing—only the combat power readings of their own forces.
At that critical moment, an overwhelming oppressive force struck from the distance. Several streaking lights rushed toward them like meteors, their energy signatures actually surpassing both Frieza and King Cold in raw power.
"Multiple contacts approaching from that direction!" Raditz snapped his head toward the energy sources. "And from over there as well! These signatures are incredible, but they don't register any life energy!"
Trunks immediately noticed the same phenomenon, scanning the area with wide eyes and growing concern.
Suddenly, his mouth fell open and he nearly cried out in recognition! Android 17 and 18! He was staring directly at androids!
But there were far more than just those two. Raditz also spotted additional android models, ranging from the familiar Number 13 to completely unknown variants he'd never encountered. No wonder they produced no detectable ki—they were entirely artificial! This timeline had taken a completely unexpected turn.
The androids landed systematically and arranged themselves in a tactical fan formation, completely surrounding Frieza's forces while regarding them with cold, calculating expressions.
"Hohohoho, I was just searching for Earth's inhabitants, but you've appeared most conveniently. What brings you here?" Frieza asked with mocking casualness, hands planted confidently on his hips.
"Perhaps we should be asking you that question instead?" Android 17 replied smoothly, hands casually tucked in his pockets, appearing far more relaxed than the self-proclaimed emperor of the universe.
"Such courage from mere Earthlings! But you pathetic weaklings aren't qualified to ask questions of your betters. Check his power level immediately."
One of the alien soldiers quickly stepped forward and activated his scouter. After several electronic beeps, the display remained completely blank—no numerical readings appeared whatsoever.
"F-Frieza... Your Imperial Majesty, he... he registers no combat power at all!"
"What did you just say?" Both Frieza and King Cold roared in unison, their voices echoing across the wasteland.
The terrified alien trembled violently as he repeated, "He... he... he has absolutely no detectable fighting power, my lord!"
No fighting power? That couldn't be accurate. The oppressive presence these beings radiated was definitely not that of ordinary characters. They had somehow known exactly where the spacecraft would land and possessed enough confidence to fly directly here—they had to have serious capabilities backing their boldness.
Frieza demanded sharply, "Who exactly are you people? What's your connection to that monkey Goku?"
"We are artificial humans created for combat," Android 17 replied with a cold smile spreading across his features. "As for Son Goku and all his heroic companions... hehe..."
He made a deliberate throat-slitting gesture with his finger, and both Frieza and King Cold froze in stunned disbelief.
"We killed every single one of them."