After three months of stable life, Raditz had finally trained his Super Saiyan transformation to where he wanted it - controlling the timing of transformation, restraining his aura, and unleashing his power at will.
Before breaking through to Super Saiyan, he'd found that his normal combat power had hit its limit. But since his successful transformation, his base power had also greatly improved, with each form complementing the other, and his Super Saiyan combat power had substantially increased as well.
At the same time, he understood why Goku stopped using techniques like the Kaio-ken in later stages. Compared to Super Saiyan, Kaio-ken had a smaller multiplier but consumed much more energy. If stacked with Super Saiyan, it might destroy the body instantly. Energy had carrying limits, and exceeding those limits brought danger.
In a good mood, Raditz wandered over to the R&D center, greeted the guards, and entered alone.
"Lord Raditz, why are you here?"
"Let me check on Tumat - hasn't he been repaired yet?"
The area was filled with high-end instruments that you'd only see in sci-fi movies before, but now they were all right here. Everyone in the pristine laboratory was working hard. One of the chambers was filled with fragments of Tumat.
A Tumatian scientist said: "He's being repaired, but we'll need about another month. This is also thanks to Lord Raditz retrieving the core chip - otherwise I'm afraid all the data would've been lost."
"After recovery, will he be exactly the same as before?"
"Memory, abilities, and appearance will all be identical. Of course, if you want to make modifications, that's possible too."
"No, that's not necessary." Raditz looked at Tumat's fragments glowing with faint electrical light in the transparent incubator. "Keep him as he was. You've all worked hard."
"It's not hard work at all."
The scientists said in unison.
What they said was true. Most of the scientists here were people from planets that Raditz had saved. They'd originally been enslaved, but now had room to develop their talents and were living quite comfortably. They were deeply grateful to Raditz.
Raditz smiled and didn't want to disturb them. Just as he was about to leave, alarms suddenly blared.
Usually, when spacecraft belonging to the alliance entered the planet's safe zone, they'd automatically confirm their identity. The alarm only triggered when foreign objects approached. Raditz frowned and immediately headed to the command room in the tower.
"Unknown spacecraft invasion detected! Unknown spacecraft invasion detected!"
"Calling spacecraft pilot, please respond! Calling spacecraft pilot, please respond!"
"This is Galactic Patrolman Jaco, I need to find Mr. Raditz urgently!"
The other party's response was very anxious, like a flame that had already been lit.
Raditz heard the transmission over the loudspeaker and issued an order: "Stand down - the Galactic Patrol are our friends."
"Yes sir!"
With Raditz's command, the defensive line withdrew, opening a special passage for Jaco's ship. But Raditz wondered to himself: What business would make him come here in person?
It wasn't long before Jaco arrived at the tower, and the answer was revealed.
Jaco brought a video - a record left by the Galactic Patrol. The screen showed Frieza and King Cold, along with a massive fleet of ships. Frieza was casually firing planet-destroying attacks, obliterating dozens of worlds, filling the universe with beautiful but deadly fireworks.
"Frieza really isn't dead, and he's teamed up with King Cold. When did this happen?" Raditz looked serious.
"Not long ago, and they're heading straight for you!" Jaco said nervously. "Many patrolman sent by Lord Galaxy King have been killed, and the Galactic Patrol's strength has been greatly weakened, so he sent me, an elite, to warn you."
The Galactic Patrol's had at most a few thousand in combat power - wasn't it normal for them to be killed? What was important was that Frieza and his father were heading his way. Were they ready for revenge?!
As expected, his own actions hadn't fooled Frieza's group. He should have known - after all this time, their power couldn't be dismantled immediately, and they'd always have some spies left behind.
"Their target seems to be me." Raditz took a deep breath.
"Good thing you know. I'm leaving now."
Jaco was ready to leave after completing his mission.
His strength wasn't great - he was fine fighting small-time space pirates to maintain justice, but he didn't dare mess with someone like Frieza. The bloody lessons of the past were right there in front of him.
But since he was close to Raditz, he added: "Their ships are very fast, so if you're gonna run, now's the time."
"Run?" Raditz muttered to himself, shaking his head.
Where would so many people flee to, and when did fleeing become a leader's job? Originally, the biggest threat in this universe was the Frost Demon family, and he couldn't feel at ease without cleaning them up. Now that he'd broken through to Super Saiyan, he was fearless facing them.
"Thanks for the warning, and help me send a message to the Galaxy King too."
"What?" Jaco asked curiously.
"This universe is very dangerous. Send fewer Galactic Patrolmen in the future - don't let them get hurt needlessly."
"Uh... I see."
Jaco paused, finally writing down Raditz's words, got into his ship, and left the headquarters.
After Jaco left, Raditz personally issued the highest-level communication: "Everyone, prepare yourselves and enter maximum alert! Frieza and King Cold are approaching! Non-combatants evacuate immediately! All fighters assemble at the training ground! Prepare for war!"
The alliance headquarters immediately entered full alert status. Scientific and logistics personnel evacuated in an orderly manner, while all fighters - including the Saiyan Legion and the X Force(Formerly known as Raditz Special Force) - quickly gathered at the training ground. None of them flinched when they heard Frieza's name, but instead showed fighting spirit, each more excited than the last.
After such a long period of training, each of them had made tremendous progress. The lowest-level fighters had over 30,000 in combat power, while high-level fighters had hundreds of thousands.
Thousands of aliens of various colors lined up neatly, their eyes blazing with fighting intent. They weren't afraid of any challenge - the warrior's instinct beat in their veins, and their blood was rushing.
Vegeta also heard this communication in the gravity chamber.
During this time, Vegeta had practically monopolized one gravity room, performing inhuman training. Except for overload training sessions, he'd claimed the mountaintop every night. A golden light could always be seen shining on the planet's horizon.
He'd been like this since his last loss to Raditz, and Raditz didn't interfere with him.
Hearing Raditz's warning, Vegeta was stunned for a moment, then a look of excitement appeared on his face! Frieza was here! Wasn't this his chance for revenge?!