As Frieza's spaceship neared Earth, the deep void of space gave way to a bright blue planet, its vibrant colors standing in sharp contrast to the cold metal halls inside the ship.
Inside one of those halls—
A certain individual was having the time of his life.
Raziel's Childlike Fascination with the Scouter
Raziel grinned, eyes flickering between red-lined focus and pure childlike wonder as he played with the scouter's display.
"Ohhhh… it's like a Virtual Reality headset!"
His excitement was clear.
The scouter scanned constantly, revealing countless power levels across the ship.
Some low. Some moderate.
A few were higher than expected.
Raziel clicked his tongue, muttering.
"Hah! This is way cooler than I thought! Look at all these numbers! It's like watching a game leaderboard!"
He squinted, focused on a soldier nearby.
[ Power Level: 4,500 ]
"Hmmm… okay, not bad, not bad…"
Another soldier—
[ Power Level: 3,200 ]
"Oof, weaker than the last guy. Yikes."
Then—he turned toward Frieza.
[ Power Level: ERROR – Unable to Measure. ]
Raziel paused.
"Huh… weird. Guess I'm not the only one the scouter doesn't like."
He shrugged, not thinking much of it.
Instead—he continued scanning the entire ship, marveling at how easily the device tracked energy.
But then—
His eyes flickered toward the communication system.
And suddenly—his excitement was replaced with hesitation.
Fear of the Communication Function
Raziel froze.
His finger hovered over the side of the scouter.
He could see that it had some sort of communication function.
But…
"Wait… if I accidentally turn that on… will everyone hear me?"
He glanced around at the dozens of soldiers wearing identical scouters.
His red-lined eyes widened slightly.
"Wait, wait, wait… what if it's always on and I just don't know it?!"
His mind raced.
Would he just start talking and suddenly get heard by Frieza?
Or worse—by the entire army?
"Ugh! No, no, no! Not risking that!"
With absolute determination, Raziel clamped his mouth shut.
"Nope. Not saying a word. Not until I know for sure I'm not gonna accidentally embarrass myself."
And so—he remained silent.
Only observing. Watching. Studying.
Arrival at Earth
Then—
A sudden shift.
The ship's engines roared softly, the gravity pulling them downward.
A small tremor ran through the ship.
They had landed.
Instantly—
The Frieza Force soldiers moved with precision, lining up to exit.
Frieza, ever composed and graceful, was the first to step forward.
But Raziel?
He was still lost in the scouter's interface.
His finger scrolled between energy readings, his focus entirely consumed by numbers.
"Hmmm… 5,100… 3,900… ooooh, that guy is 12,000?! Whoa—"
Then—
Raziel realized everyone was already leaving.
"Oh! Right! I should probably go too!"
Instead of following normally, he relied on the scouter—tracking the energy signatures of Frieza and the soldiers, using them as his guide.
He stepped forward cautiously, still adjusting to everything.
And then—
As he reached the exit, his eyes widened.
The metallic hum of the spaceship's engines faded as the ship settled onto the surface of Earth.
With a hiss of pressurized air, the main doors opened.
Frieza was the first to step out, his expression calm, composed, yet filled with calculated purpose.
Behind him, rows of Frieza Force soldiers stood at attention, awaiting his orders.
The moment his feet touched the ground, he wasted no time.
With a flick of his wrist, he signaled two of his men.
Frieza Gives the Order
Frieza: "You two. Retrieve the Dragon Radar from Capsule Corporation immediately."
The two soldiers kneeled.
"Yes, Lord Frieza!"
Without hesitation, they blasted off into the sky, heading straight for West City.
Meanwhile—
Another figure slowly emerged from the ship.
Raziel Steps Outside
Raziel moved carefully, cautiously, his steps uncertain.
His scouter beeped softly, guiding him as he followed the energy signatures of Frieza and the soldiers.
When he finally reached them—
He stopped.
And for a moment—he just stared.
His red-lined eyes flickered, scanning the landscape.
A vast, rocky expanse stretched out before him.
Jagged stone formations pierced the sky, the land dry and desolate.
There was no grass, no trees, no sign of life.
It was an emptiness that felt both familiar… and completely foreign.
Raziel's expression twisted slightly.
Something felt off.
Raziel's Confusion
Raziel: "Uhm… Frieza… where are we?"
Frieza barely glanced at him.
Frieza: "We are on Earth."
Raziel paused.
His brows furrowed.
Raziel: "…Yeah, I can see that, but… are we in a desert with… mountains of rocks?"
He tilted his head, clearly struggling to understand.
His eyes scanned the rocky terrain again, as if trying to place it.
Then—he shook his head.
Raziel: "This isn't a desert… I don't know what type of biome this is…"
He sighed, rubbing his temples.
"Ugh… This planet's so weird."
Frieza chuckled softly, amused by Raziel's ignorance.
Frieza: "Ho ho ho~… You truly are lost, aren't you?"
Raziel grumbled under his breath, still trying to make sense of where they were.
Despite being on Earth…
This place felt completely unknown to him.
And yet—
Something about it felt disturbingly familiar.
As Raziel stepped outside, the dry, arid air met his skin.
The landscape before him was vast and rugged, stretching endlessly in all directions.
Towering rock formations jutted out from the ground like jagged spears, their surfaces worn and weathered by time.
The earth was cracked, a deep shade of rusted brown, with occasional loose stones scattered across the terrain.
Above—
The sky burned a vibrant blue, cloudless, unyielding, endless.
Despite the openness of the area, it felt isolated, abandoned, as if nothing truly lived here.
And yet—
The ground itself told stories of battles past.
A Battlefield of Legends
This place—
Was sacred in its own way.
Here, long ago, two warriors clashed with power that shook the planet itself.
Here, Goku and Vegeta fought their first battle.
A battle that changed the course of history.
And now—
Raziel stood where legends once fought.
Yet, to him—
It was just a wasteland.
Raziel's Thoughts & Question
Raziel glanced around, scanning with his scouter, trying to make sense of this place.
Then—he spoke.
Raziel: "By the way… what is a Dragon Radar?"
He paused, tilting his head slightly.
"Dragons don't exist."
Frieza let out a quiet chuckle, his golden eyes filled with amusement.
"Ho ho ho~… Is that what you believe?"
Raziel frowned slightly.
"Well, yeah. I've never seen one."
Frieza's smirk widened.
"Then you are in for quite the surprise."