Chapter 39: Convergence of Power

Regenerating severed limbs?

That might just be the technology that pulled both Frieza and King Cold back from the brink of death.

The medical bay was spacious, roughly a hundred square meters, designed with a minimalist industrial aesthetic. Clearly, functionality had been the top priority from the start.

At the far end of the room was a massive display screen, showing the real-time data from the medical pod.

Floating in the center of a spherical healing chamber filled with translucent fluid was a purple-gray-skinned alien undergoing treatment.

"This one here," Berryblue explained to Levos and Bulma, "is Tagoma, the strongest warrior currently in our army. He's clawed his way back from the edge of death hundreds of times. Not only has he gained immense power, but his will is now unbreakable."

"Tagoma…" Levos muttered under his breath.

Wasn't this the guy from the Resurrection of F arc? The one who served as Frieza's sparring partner?

Tagoma had endured a brutal training regime under Frieza that was nothing short of hellish.

By the end, his power had skyrocketed to terrifying levels. If Levos remembered correctly, Tagoma ambushed Gohan with a devastating blow, shattered Piccolo's arm, and even boasted he could take down all the present Z Fighters by himself.

Ridiculously strong. Though, Levos still suspected Tagoma wouldn't be able to handle Super Saiyan 3 Gotenks.

He had no idea how long Tagoma had been training with Frieza and Cold this time or how much stronger he'd become.

Berryblue eyed Levos curiously. "You know him?"

Levos shook his head lightly. "No, Miss Berryblue. I just sensed his aura. He feels… strong."

To Levos, Tagoma's ki was clearly a notch above fused Piccolo's, though judging power by ki alone could be misleading.

In the world of Dragon Ball, power wasn't just about numbers. Techniques, transformations, and explosive bursts of energy often determined the outcome of a fight.

Berryblue nodded slightly. "He's powerful, yes. But a bit of a loner. He rarely talks to anyone. Let's move on. Best not to disturb his recovery."

Levos agreed.

The trio proceeded to tour other parts of the ship: the mess hall, sleeping quarters, training rooms everything a soldier would use in daily life.

By the time they returned to the bridge, both Levos and Bulma had been issued a scouter and a new model of Frieza Force battle armor.

Not a bad employee benefits package, Levos thought.

Unfortunately, he and Bulma hadn't gotten a chance to speak privately during the entire tour.

Frieza was gazing out the window, swirling a glass of red liquid in his hand, when he spoke. "So, what do you think of this city?"

Below, West City lay in ruins. The streets were torn up, buildings collapsed, rubble spread across the entire skyline.

Levos frowned. What was Frieza getting at?

Berryblue stepped forward and answered. "It might've once been beautiful, but now it's lifeless. My suggestion? Flatten it and let the new buyers rebuild."

Bulma stiffened. There were still innocent people down there.

Frieza caught her expression.

"Miss Bulma, we're engaged in legitimate business here," he said calmly, setting his glass down. "Our job is to clear out the trash from habitable planets and then sell them to those who need a home."

Berryblue remained silent, a faint smile curling at the corners of her mouth.

One of the researchers, who'd been reporting data to Frieza, let out a nervous drop of sweat. His mouth opened slightly, stunned by the callous conversation.

"Ciccone, do you have a problem?" Frieza asked with narrowed eyes and a dangerous smile.

The yellow-skinned alien with an ant-like head froze in terror. "N-No, sir! No problem at all!"

His voice trembled. It was clear he was barely keeping it together.

Frieza nodded in satisfaction and turned to Bulma. "I hope the two of you get used to your new responsibilities soon."

"Y-Yes, Lord Frieza…" Bulma forced the words out.

"Yes," Levos replied naturally, stepping in without hesitation.

Honestly, he was pretty intrigued by Frieza's research division.

Scouters, ships, plasma weapons, battle gear, healing pods this tech was top-tier.

Of course, true scientific progress required a solid foundation of theory and data. Without that, it was all just smoke and mirrors.

Earth's tech was leagues behind Frieza's. If Levos could poach just one or two capable minds from this place, maybe it could even usher in a space-age revolution back on Earth.

Wishful thinking, perhaps.

This was still Dragon Ball, after all. Power ruled here. Science was helpful, but not decisive.

Levos was still lost in thought when

Several black fighter jets suddenly sliced through the sky.

BOOM!

Their cannons roared, spitting flames as buildings nearby were instantly vaporized.

The entire ship rumbled slightly.

"Enemy fire incoming!" Ciccone shouted. "Shall I activate the shield?"

"No need," Frieza replied lazily, resting his cheek on his fist. A smirk formed on his lips. "Looks like someone's delivered the Dragon Radar to our doorstep."

Another wave of missiles came screeching in.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The explosions lit up the city like a firestorm. Buildings around the ship were blown to bits.

Inside, the spacecraft barely even shook.

Levos squinted at the red double-R insignia on the enemy craft.

Red Ribbon Army?

So they'd shown up again. But this time, they'd really picked the wrong target.

"Should we retaliate, sir?" Levos offered, trying to show loyalty.

"No need," Frieza waved a hand. "Just a bunch of gnats. They can't even scratch the paint on our ship."

But then Frieza pointed to the horizon. "Ah, but it seems they've finally sent someone decent."

Levos narrowed his eyes.

Two figures were speeding toward them, cloaked in capes and marked with the Red Ribbon emblem.

No way…

How were the Gamma androids here in this timeline?

Could that monster Cell Max also be in the picture?

Levos's expression darkened. Things were spiraling out of control fast.

He'd considered this possibility from the start, but now that it was really happening, he couldn't help but sigh.

Earth was doomed.

Three world-ending threats were now converging simultaneously.

And West City, this already-ruined place, had become the battleground where everything would collide.

Soon, it might be wiped off the face of the Earth completely.

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