I Am Raditz

After escaping from the destruction of Planet Namek, it took Raditz and the others a full half day to fully recover.

The healing chamber doors finally opened, and the five Saiyans emerged looking completely restored, walking with unmistakable pride in their steps.

"Great! You've finally recovered," Krillin exclaimed happily, his face brightening with a wide smile.

"Sorry to make you worry," Goku said. "These machines are amazing. Spending just a little time in them is like eating Senzu Beans—they restore your body to perfect condition!"

"Of course," Vegeta replied. "If Frieza's army couldn't even manage this level of technology, they'd be useless ruling a territory as vast as the universe. And these are just outdated models—the newer ones work even faster."

Goku nodded repeatedly as Vegeta explained, genuinely impressed.

The alien soldiers around them no longer dared to make eye contact with these powerful fighters. They knelt on both sides, showing the same respect they would have given to Frieza himself. Tumat flew gracefully to Raditz's shoulder, carrying himself with the confidence of an executive officer.

"Where's Uncle Piccolo?" Gohan suddenly asked, looking at his father and uncle with curiosity.

He had looked around but couldn't see Piccolo anywhere, which struck him as strange. Piccolo should have been there to greet him.

Not only was Piccolo nowhere to be seen, but Gohan couldn't even sense his energy.

"Pic..." Goku hesitated, reluctant to tell the truth. He knew how close Piccolo and Gohan had become and didn't want to upset his son.

But Raditz stepped in: "To defeat Frieza, Piccolo assimilated with Slug, which reawakened Piccolo's evil nature. Combined with Slug's malevolent thoughts, he's become extremely dangerous. I don't know where he went, but don't worry—the universe is full of wonders, and we'll find a way to restore him."

Rather than hiding the truth, Raditz laid it out plainly. He believed Gohan wasn't some fragile child who needed protection.

After everything they'd been through, Gohan had grown remarkably strong despite his young age.

Sure enough, instead of breaking down, Gohan gritted his teeth with determination in his eyes. "Alright then, I'll find a way to bring Uncle Piccolo back!"

Raditz smiled and patted Gohan's head with a soft "hmm" of approval.

Seeing this, Krillin suggested, "Let's head back to Earth first. Tien and I checked—there are plenty of spaceships here, and Earth's coordinates are already programmed in."

"It's definitely time to go home and get some proper rest," Goku laughed.

"Hmph. Don't get lazy, Kakarot. I'm going to keep training and surpass you!" Vegeta said coldly, turning halfway away.

While everyone agreed to return to Earth, Raditz had different plans.

This battle had been completely unexpected. If not for the incident with Turles, they wouldn't have confronted Frieza so soon. The fight had been incredibly intense, but it taught Raditz the benefits of having his own organization—an intelligence network that could track enemies' movements, subordinates who could handle problems for him, sparing him unnecessary difficulties.

Raditz didn't plan to go back to Earth. Regardless of whether Frieza was truly dead or not, he wanted to use the M187 branch's communication system to spread news of "Frieza's defeat in battle" throughout Frieza's territory, creating chaos throughout his empire as his forces found themselves suddenly leaderless.

This way, Raditz could smoothly take control of Frieza's territory!

But Vegeta ignored Raditz's ambitions—the spaceship with the gravity chamber had been destroyed, and he was anxious to return to Earth to resume his training. Whatever Raditz wanted to do wasn't as important to him as improving his combat abilities.

Raditz left the universal capsule box with them, then saw Goku and the others off.

Everyone watched as the spaceship soared into the sky, gradually becoming a tiny dot of light before disappearing completely from view.

Standing tall, Raditz watched the ship leave the atmosphere, then said calmly: "Jeice, prepare a large spacecraft for me. I'm heading to the barren planet Filo. Tumat, you stay here and contact the surviving people of your homeworld. Find out which planet they've relocated to. I'd like to visit them personally in the near future."

"Yes, sir!"

"No problem."

Jeice and Tumat acknowledged their orders one after another.

"Then... Lord Raditz, what about me?" Burter asked anxiously, not having been assigned a task.

"You'll stay behind. Also, provide me with a star map of Frieza's territory in the Northern Galaxy, along with details of the M187 branch's resources and equipment. Understood?"

"Understood... understood," Burter nodded quickly.

A stern look flashed across Raditz's eyes as he addressed the remaining soldiers, his voice firm: "Remember, you belong neither to Frieza's army nor to Slug's forces anymore. You are fighters under Saiyan command! I'm establishing a new organization—the Galactic Justice League!"

"Yes, sir!"

Everyone happily accepted Raditz's declaration. Whatever leader they served under, they were still soldiers following orders. This was their duty! They felt honored to be founding members of this new alliance.

After assigning tasks, Raditz began his journey to the barren planet Filo.

To his surprise, Angila had taken his work extremely seriously. He had gathered almost all the survivors from planet Filo for Raditz and established a respectable presence there.

Raditz commended Angila before flying back to the M187 branch with everyone aboard the spaceship.

The entire trip took several days. During this time, Tumat successfully contacted the survivors from his homeworld, while Burter compiled detailed reports and star maps.

The number of planets under Frieza's control was frighteningly vast—nearly every bright dot on the star map represented his forces, spread throughout the entire galaxy. It would be impossible to completely replace Frieza's empire; Raditz would need to selectively capture the most valuable territories.

With this in mind, Raditz first visited the new settlement of the Tumatian, hoping to recruit them. Their technological expertise was exceptional, and although they were few in number, they could play a crucial role.

A strong organization needed scientific talent. They might not be fighters, but they could provide essential support.

As soon as the Tumatian saw Raditz, they welcomed him warmly. He was their savior, the one who had rescued their entire species from extinction. Without hesitation, they agreed to join him, sending more than a dozen of their brightest young scientists to follow Raditz back to his base.

So far, Raditz had acquired three generals—Jeice, Burter, and Angila—along with the technological prowess of the Tumatian, the resources of Frieza's entire M187 branch, and the remnants of both Slug's forces and Frieza's army.

It was time to take action!