In the blink of an eye, Raiga had been staying at Tights' house for six days.
During this time, Dr. Brief had successfully developed the Dragon Radar. However, the eccentric old man had yet to hand it over to Raiga, as he was insistent on adding a video chat feature to it. When Tights found out, she got into a heated argument with her father.
Raiga couldn't help but feel exasperated. In the original Dragon Ball story, Dr. Brief had also been obsessed with upgrading the spaceship's audio system when modifying it for Goku. It seemed that Dr. Brief had an eye for detail.
Finally, Raiga received the Dragon Radar. He pressed the activation button, and within moments, several golden dots appeared on the green grid display. The signal source at the center, marked by an arrow, represented the Dragon Ball in his possession.
Expanding the detection range, he zoomed out to cover the entire planet. Soon, all seven Dragon Balls appeared on the screen.
Raiga's face lit up as he gazed at the radar's display, a hint of excitement curling at the corner of his lips.
"How is it? My dad's technology is amazing, right?" Tights grinned with pride, leaning in close to Raiga. Her golden hair brushed against his cheek, carrying a pleasant fragrance.
"It's great—better than I expected," Raiga admitted, glancing at her.
Compared to the Dragon Radar Bulma would later create, Dr. Brief's version was even more advanced. It included a feature that allowed the radar to switch perspectives and display signals in a three-dimensional mode, making it much easier to locate the Dragon Balls.
Of course, Dr. Brief had indeed installed a video chat function—an unnecessary but flashy addition.
Tights puffed out her chest and laughed. After informing her parents, she eagerly urged Raiga to start searching for the Dragon Balls.
Dr. and Mrs. Briefs, knowing their daughter's personality, were well aware that Tights would never stay put at home. Instead of letting her wander off alone, they felt reassured that someone strong like Raiga would accompany her. So, when she proposed the idea of joining him, they readily agreed.
In private, Mrs. Brief even joked that if Raiga were a few years older, she wouldn't mind giving Tights to him as a partner. Raiga was speechless at the remark and simply shook his head without responding.
"Tights, don't spend too much time wandering outside. Once you find the Dragon Balls, come home. Remember, the Capsule Corporation is waiting for you to take over," Dr. Brief reminded her.
Tights quickly shook her head. "No way! You can leave the company to Bulma. She's way smarter than me and much more suited for it!"
Dr. Brief was about to argue, but before he could, Tights grabbed Raiga's arm and dashed out of the house.
With that, they bid farewell to Dr. Brief and set off from West City in a jeep.
As the vehicle cruised along the wide highway, Raiga glanced at Tights and asked, "So you really have no interest in taking over the family business?"
Tights shrugged nonchalantly. "Not at all. That kind of life isn't for me—I'd rather travel the world." Pausing for a moment, she turned to him excitedly. "So, where are we heading first?"
Raiga pulled out the Dragon Radar, examined the screen, and pointed in a direction. "We're heading east. The radar shows a Dragon Ball located overseas… That should be the residence of the 'Martial Arts God'—Master Roshi."
"Got it!"
Tights pulled up the navigation, confirmed the route, then swiftly turned the steering wheel. With that, the jeep sped off toward the eastern seas.
Meanwhile, in the vast expanse of space, on the other side of the galaxy…
The brilliant stars shone like countless pearls scattered across the cosmos. Just outside Planet Vegeta, a massive disc-shaped spaceship hovered in orbit.
Inside the spaceship—
Frieza sat comfortably in a small, egg-shaped hover pod, floating near the viewing window. His long tail dangled lazily in the air, swaying slightly. His blood-red eyes gleamed as he gazed at Planet Vegeta.
"Kikono, how's the investigation on the 'Super Saiyan'?" Frieza's sharp, chilling voice echoed.
Standing beside him was Kikono, a yellow-skinned alien. Hearing Frieza's question, Kikono calmly replied, "The so-called 'Super Saiyan' and 'Super Saiyan God'—according to our research—are nothing more than myths created by the Saiyans to glorify themselves."
"Oh ho ho… That's what I thought as well. At this point, whether it's a myth or not is irrelevant. What a waste of good warriors, though…" Frieza's pod slowly rotated as his scarlet eyes gleamed with a wicked glint. His purple lips curled slightly as he turned to Dodoria. "Dodoria, issue the command—have all Saiyans currently on missions return to Planet Vegeta immediately."
"Yes, Lord Frieza."
Dodoria responded without hesitation and promptly left the control room to relay the order.
Kikono's expression changed dramatically. "Lord Frieza… What are you planning?"
Frieza smirked cruelly. "Oh? It's not what I want… This is Lord Beerus' command. Even though the Saiyans are a powerful force under my rule, they were forced into submission by my father's tyranny. A race like that… Who knows when they might turn against me? It's better to eliminate them sooner rather than later."
"L-Lord Beerus?!" Kikono's face stiffened, and the two antennae on his head froze in place.
As one of King Cold's longtime subordinates, Kikono, along with another elder officer, Berryblue, had assisted Frieza in managing his army. Naturally, he was well aware of the name Beerus the Destroyer. That was why he was so visibly shaken upon hearing Frieza mention Beerus.
"If it's Lord Beerus' will… Then we have no choice," Kikono muttered.
Frieza chuckled. "Indeed. The Saiyans brought this upon themselves… I don't know how they managed to offend Lord Beerus, but ho ho ho, even I must tread carefully around him. This, however, gives me the perfect excuse to rid myself of those apes once and for all."
"What a shame—such excellent warriors."
Kikono and Berryblue, having served under King Cold for years, understood the impact this decision would have. Without the Saiyan army, the Frieza Force's overall strength would significantly decline.
"No matter," Frieza said casually. "If we lack manpower, we'll simply recruit more. The universe is full of beings eager to make a name for themselves."
"I understand," Kikono nodded.
Frieza's hover pod floated higher as he rested his chin on his hands, staring at Planet Vegeta. After a moment of thought, he turned to a subordinate named Shunpo and ordered, "Have the Yugarian race retrieve all communication records from Planet Vegeta. If we're wiping out the Saiyans, we must ensure no survivors. Any Saiyan not on the planet must be hunted down."
"Shunpo, I'm leaving this task to you."
"Yes, Lord Frieza!"
Shunpo was a strikingly handsome alien with emerald-green hair. His expression hardened as he nodded in acknowledgment. Then, after a slight hesitation, he asked, "Lord Frieza, Prince Vegeta is currently away on a mission. Should we eliminate him as well?"
Frieza waved his hand dismissively. "No, leave Vegeta. He's quite an amusing little toy. Let him live a little longer."