Even knowing there was still a person hiding beside him whom he could not see at all, Frieza had no time to think about it in detail. After the planet exploded, the massive shockwave knocked him unconscious directly.
The light and thermal energy caused by the explosion constantly smashed against his body. He indeed possessed the ability to survive in space, and his tough skin could protect him in the vacuum, but after being cut in half at the waist, what protective ability could an exposed ghastly white spine and nerves provide? Cosmic radiation constantly eroded the cells at his wounds, and the immense pressure nearly squeezed all the blood out of his body.
The physical pain caused him to constantly wander between coma and wakefulness; he would wake up one second, only to faint from the pain the next.
He wanted to curse someone, but didn't know who to curse, because he didn't know Ino's name. To him, her appearance was that of a complete stranger—someone who popped up inexplicably and inexplicably inflicted heavy injuries upon him. He didn't even know what enmity existed between them.
The thing he should be doing most right now was actually utilizing his racial talent to enter a state of deep hibernation to repair his physical damage and mental exhaustion. However, the injuries on his body were too severe. Just moving slightly now caused pain all over his body. Hibernation? He simply couldn't enter that state.
Frieza's father was already dead, and his subordinates, the Four Heavenly Kings, were either dead or had betrayed him. Actually, he still had subordinates in the universe, but they were really a bit too far away. Count on his brother to save him? Heh, better to save himself.
At this moment, he had less than a third of his body left, and the blood in his chest cavity had nearly drained dry. Lying on a piece of debris the size of a square meter, he drifted with the current, going wherever it took him.
Frieza eventually used his racial ability to force himself into a shallow hibernation state, though it wasn't safe right now, and his mind didn't completely sink into silence.
After drifting for an unknown number of days, something suddenly swept past his eyes.
Frieza jerked his eyes open. He was stunned for a few seconds, discovering that a giant spaceship had appeared above his head. A beam of golden light shot out from inside the spaceship, slowly enveloping him.
Frieza couldn't be called a cripple right now, but he wasn't much better off. Anyway, he only had one hand left and had no strength to resist even if he wanted to, so he let the other party tractor him in.
Entering the spaceship, his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed. Looking at the spaceship's exterior, power system, lighting system, and the interior decoration of these floors and walls, he was very certain of one thing: this was a ship of his Frieza Force!
The only strange thing was that he didn't recognize a single one of the soldiers or scientists here. The Frieza Force's sphere of influence was huge, and it basically operated on a Legion Commander system. Several Legion Commanders reported directly to him and could recruit their own subordinates. It was normal for him not to know his subordinates' subordinates, but not knowing a single one—that was problematic.
"Whose subordinates are you? Are you members of my force?" he asked a scientist beside him.
A scientist who looked like a catfish gently held down his hand. A metal sphere next to him flashed repeatedly like a translator, and then spoke in an electronically synthesized common language: "Don't get excited. Your injuries are very severe; you need to rest quietly now."
Rest your head! Frieza had a belly full of evil fire with nowhere to vent it, and now you're telling me to rest quietly?
"Can you not understand what I'm saying? Why not use the common language? Whose subordinates are you exactly? Are you Cooler's men! Let him come out and see me!"
The alien scientists treating his wounds looked at each other and chattered a long string of words. Frieza waited a while before the translator beside him translated the dialogue. It sounded a bit disjointed, but he could roughly understand: "We are subordinates of Lord Frost."
Frieza was completely confused: "Frost?"
Listening to the naming style, it was a bit similar to his, but he really didn't remember having a guy named Frost among his subordinates. Anyone capable of piloting a giant spaceship should be a heavyweight general within the force; there was no reason he wouldn't know them.
He guessed the other party must have used some method to secretly steal a ship from his force. Thinking about it this way, he felt his situation was worrying. If he died at the hands of a few small fry, it would be too humiliating.
He secretly gathered his strength and didn't make another sound.
The catfish-head scientist was still chattering endlessly with introductions: "Lord Frost is the leader we pledge allegiance to. Many years ago, he led us to establish a peacekeeping force and flew to major war zones to maintain peace, striking down those evildoers who committed all kinds of crimes! We are dedicated to revitalizing the economies of post-war regions and providing aid to children. Lord Frost has even won the Universe Peace Prize three times! Looking at your injuries, you must be a poor soul deeply affected by war too, right? Don't worry, arriving here is as safe as arriving home."
Frieza just felt nauseous all over. Fortunately, Ino had cut off everything below his waist, otherwise he felt he would have vomited up the acid in his stomach.
Won the Universe Peace Prize three times? Such a person should have his head twisted off directly by him! And... what the hell is a Universe Peace Prize? Probably an award established by some small faction in a remote star sector, right?
Click, click. The sound of claws tapping against the metal floor rang out. The sound approached from afar, sounding so familiar that Frieza jerked his head around.
"Lord Frost!" The scientists and soldiers inside the ship bowed one after another.
The diminutive Frost waved his hand at each of them, his demeanor gentle and a smile on the corner of his mouth.
Frieza felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his face full of disbelief. Frieza's skin was a ghastly white, while this diminutive Frost was dark blue. Apart from the skin color, the other party possessed all the other features: blood-red eyes, purple lips, five fingers, three toes. This strange Frost was basically identical to Frieza's first form at 530,000 battle power!
Frieza was not some low-class warrior of the Saiyans with a face found everywhere. The probability of encountering an alien in the universe who looked exactly like him was infinitely close to zero.
Is this guy a good person? Frieza saw a heavy malice in the depths of the other party's eyes. This guy was bad, likely even worse than himself! His own badness was on the surface, visible and tangible. This guy? Heh, definitely a sinister hypocrite!
Frieza could see through this guy's essence at a glance. Regardless of where he was right now, he felt he was in trouble.
"You all go down. I will have a good talk with this distressed survivor." Frost had high prestige; with a wave of his hand, his numerous subordinates left one after another.
He circled Frieza, looking him up and down. Their first forms were nearly identical, and their subsequent transformations were likely similar too—all matryoshka-style unsealing modes. Frost's subordinates couldn't see Frieza's final form and thought these were two completely different people, but they themselves knew clearly and could tell.
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