Raditz's face was full of surprise.
"What the hell? My combat power detector actually exploded?! Could it be that there are warriors with more than 20,000 combat power on this planet?"
He quickly turned his gaze toward the massive crater left behind by the farmer. The surprise on his face faded, replaced by a sinister grin.
"Haha, I'm overthinking this. There's no way these weakling natives could have warriors with combat power over 20,000! My scouter must have malfunctioned!"
Raditz shook his head.
"If I had known this scouter was faulty, I would've brought a new one before coming to find Kakarot. Now that it's broken, how am I supposed to locate my brother?"
Raditz looked troubled.
Ever since the Saiyans lost their homeworld to the King, only a handful of them remained.
His leader, Vegeta, valued every surviving Saiyan as an irreplaceable asset. That's why he ordered Raditz to come to Earth and retrieve his long-lost brother, Kakarot, who had been sent here as a child.
But in reality—
Goku had been sent to Earth because his father, Bardock, foresaw the King's treachery and sent him away for safety.
Vegeta and the others had no idea about this. They assumed, based on Saiyan customs, that Kakarot had been sent here to eradicate the native population.
Following orders, Raditz arrived on Earth with little time to spare. Vegeta wouldn't tolerate any delays.
Raditz needed to find Kakarot quickly and report back.
If Vegeta thought he was wasting time on Earth, the consequences would be severe. The mere thought of his leader's ruthless nature sent chills down Raditz's spine.
"Wait a minute!"
An idea struck him.
"If I destroy the largest city on this planet, Kakarot will definitely sense something and come looking for me!"
Raditz smirked, feeling pleased with his plan.
Without hesitation, he began his rampage, laying waste to Earth's cities.
Decades ago, Piccolo Daimao had terrified the world with a combat power of just 260.
Now—
With a combat power of 1,500, Raditz was completely unstoppable.
News of the destruction quickly reached the King of Earth, who immediately deployed the military.
Following the ruler's command—
Countless fighter jets filled the sky.
Tanks rolled across the land, their barrels raised, kicking up dust that blocked out the sun.
Boom!
Explosions rang out as fighter jets unleashed their payloads.
Tank cannons fired relentlessly.
But—
Raditz simply laughed. To him, these Earthlings were nothing more than weaklings struggling in vain.
"Unscathed?!"
The military commander watched in horror as Raditz stepped out of the smoke, completely unharmed.
This is the end!
A wicked grin spread across Raditz's face as he unleashed a devastating energy blast.
The skies and ground erupted in fiery explosions.
Fighter jets disintegrated.
Tanks crumbled into molten wreckage.
Within moments, the entire army was obliterated.
"Hahaha!"
Raditz laughed maniacally.
This power—this feeling of invincibility—was exhilarating!
"What do we do now?! Someone save us!"
In the capital, the Dog King collapsed onto his throne, his face filled with despair.
The Lookout
High above the Earth, Kami and Popo watched in horror as Raditz continued his rampage.
"Mr. Popo! Someone is destroying the world! What is Renkai doing right now?"
Kami asked anxiously.
If Renkai hadn't severed their spiritual link long ago, he would have been warned the moment Raditz attacked the first human.
"Lord Kami…"
Popo's expression darkened.
"Renkai is… busy with something important."
Kami's face tensed.
"What could possibly be more important than this crisis?!"
Popo sighed helplessly.
"He's throwing a birthday party for his son and daughter."
Kami: "…"
West City – Capsule Corporation
"Happy birthday to you~"
In the midst of a lively atmosphere, everyone gathered around the birthday cake.
Renkai Sam and Renkai Tom, the birthday twins, happily blew out their candles.
Then—
The real celebration began.
The party was filled with food, drinks, and laughter.
Even Piccolo, who usually avoided such gatherings, had been "persuaded" by Renkai to attend.
Sitting in a corner, Piccolo sipped his drink through a straw, his expression sour.
"Hmph! I, Piccolo Daimao, am only here for Gohan's sake! Not because I was forced by Renkai or anything like that!"
Despite his usual gruffness, Piccolo had a clear soft spot for Gohan.
According to Renkai, once the green-skinned warrior met the boy, his inner "nanny instincts" took over.
Little Gohan sat across from Piccolo, listening intently as his mentor rambled on.
"Gohan! There you are! Come play with me and my sister!"
A little boy with cake crumbs on his mouth ran over and pulled Gohan away.
The party continued.
But suddenly—
"Everyone! Look at the TV! There's an emergency broadcast!"
Krillin's panicked voice silenced the room.
All eyes turned toward the television.
On the screen, a terrified news anchor delivered a live report.
Raditz's destruction filled the screen—cities in ruins, soldiers wiped out.
"Raditz?"
Meanwhile, in a secluded part of the house—
Renkai had just finished sending the kids off and was about to enjoy some private time with Bulma.
But as soon as he glanced at the TV—
A look of realization crossed his face.
Oh yeah… that guy.
"Honey, why does that man on TV have a monkey tail just like Goku?"
Bulma asked, confused.
She had seen Saiyan tails before, but what surprised her was that this person was a complete stranger.
Renkai's eyes narrowed.
This is going to be a problem.