I Am Raditz

Bator was crushed under Raditz's ki blast, the massive impact turning overlapping buildings and rocks into molten slag. The energy beam grazed the planet's surface before shooting off into space.

The blazing white light had attracted everyone's attention. None of them could believe that the mighty Bator had been so easily eliminated.

The rebels on Planet Prison were left utterly dumbfounded.

From their perspective, Raditz cut an imposing figure—a handsome face, tall and straight posture, with long hair that seemed to represent infinite power. He flew to the highest command post, his black coat flapping dramatically in the wind. When he landed, he kicked up a cloud of dust, and the resulting gust nearly tore the roof off the command center.

Raditz looked down at the world from his elevated position, as if he had already claimed the entire planet. People both inside and outside headquarters didn't dare move, paralyzed with fear! Facing someone as powerful as Raditz, no one dared to show even the slightest disrespect!

Suddenly, dark clouds gathered over Planet Prison, and heavy rain began to pour without warning.

The falling rain mixed with the fires raging throughout the battlefield, creating billowing steam that coated the ravaged landscape in a shimmering haze. While Raditz's long coat was soaked by the downpour, his expression remained unchanged as he casually turned up his collar.

The frozen command staff thought Raditz was about to attack, so they nervously shut their eyes. When nothing happened, they carefully peeked again. They saw that Raditz had turned away, with no apparent intention of killing them.

They weren't even worth his attention!

"HAAAA!" Suddenly, Raditz unleashed his power with a thunderous roar. His battle power soared instantly. Every scouter on the planet exploded one after another, even the large detection equipment in the command room burned out in seconds.

A machine with a detection limit of 100,000 couldn't withstand Raditz's power.

Just like that, Planet Prison fell into silence. The torrential rain washed away everything—including everyone's hope of resistance. A power level exceeding 100,000 felt like the sky itself was falling...

Immediately, the staff at the command center fell to their knees. Everyone looked at Raditz as if they were gazing upon a god.

Planet Prison surrendered.

The first battle had ended almost perfectly. Raditz had suffered only five casualties, though about half his forces had sustained injuries. Originally, Raditz alone would have been enough to conquer this planet, but he wanted not only to demonstrate his strength to the people of Planet Prison but also to show the newly surrendered planets what he was capable of. This mission had also helped polish his fighters' combat abilities and solidarity.

After this battle, Planet Prison officially fell under Raditz's jurisdiction, and several surrounding planets quickly sent messages requesting to surrender.

In just over a month, Raditz had established his own sphere of influence.

With this foundation in place, he ordered the Tumat scientists to build a gravity training room and instructed Jeice and Burter to establish a special guard unit under their leadership!

This elite guard would select the finest fighters from various planets to form the strongest possible team. Raditz would then personally train them to enhance their strength.

When they heard they would be organizing a team similar to the Ginyu Force—with themselves as leaders—Jeice and Burter were so excited they worked non-stop, thinking hard about potential recruits.

The preliminary screening was completed the next day, and they hurriedly brought their list to Raditz for approval.

In the high tower of the M187 branch, just as Raditz was reviewing star maps, Jeice and Burter entered to make their report.

"King Raditz!"

"Wait, don't call me 'King' in the future. It sounds like some monster from a fairy tale."

"Yes, sir." Jeice and Burter struggled to adjust their terminology. After all, they had addressed Frieza as "King" for so many years. After a brief pause, they continued, "Lord Raditz! We've selected the candidates. Additionally, we've designed a new style for the special forces unit. We'd like you to review it."

"Well... I'm not very good at this kind of thing, it's up to you..."

Raditz had an ominous premonition and was about to refuse, but Jeice and Burter had already begun their demonstration.

The two stood side by side, feet together with toes pointed outward, arms extended at 45-degree angles. Then they approached each other with crab-like steps, waving their hands up and down in synchronized movements, and declared: "Since you have asked the question sincerely, we shall answer with great mercy! We are the Justice League that travels throughout the galaxy—" At this point, Jeice quickened his pace, lunged forward, and transformed his hands into fists. With one hand at his waist and the other at his forehead, he struck a pose of deep contemplation.

The performance continued, "Great crime fighters!" Burter shouted, standing behind Jeice, half-turned while flexing his impressive biceps. After holding their poses, they shouted in unison: "THE RADITZ SPECIAL FORCE!"

Raditz: "..."

"Well? What do you think?" The two looked at him with expectant eyes, awaiting his verdict.

"Uh..."

"You don't like it? We can revise it and show you again. Without Captain Ginyu, it's really difficult to design these poses properly." The two looked disappointed and were already planning to carefully polish a new set of fighting poses.

Raditz jumped up from his seat: "No! No! It's perfect! This routine is not only spot-on but also very creative, incorporating your unique understanding of strength and beauty. Really, I can still hear the echoes of 'justice' in my ears. Your expressiveness and rhythm are impeccable, plus your teamwork is flawless. The proficiency and costumes match the atmosphere—it's absolutely perfect!"

He desperately searched his brain for phrases he'd heard in talent competitions, rattling them off in one breath. Although it went against every fiber of his being, Raditz decisively chose this option over having to watch their performance again.

Jeice and Burter were so moved by his praise that they departed with beaming smiles.

After they left, Angila also came to report on his progress. He had taken over all the technological achievements from Frieza's remnants and transformed the internal monitoring equipment, replacing Frieza's logo with the Saiyan emblem Raditz had designed.

After finishing his report, Angila lingered, smiling broadly. "Lord Raditz, I've also designed a special pose myself. Would you like to see it..."

Before Raditz could stop him, Angila launched into his routine, making Raditz feel once again what it meant to be truly cursed.

All that remained was powerless despair.

Raditz held his forehead and groaned in agony: "Angila, I never thought you'd be this kind of person..."

"Thank you, Lord Raditz! I'll continue to work hard on it."

At that moment, Jeice and Burter rushed back into the room, pointing accusingly at Angila: "Angila, you traitor! So that's why you refused to join our group performance—you were designing your own routine!"

"No, no, your style is just too old-fashioned..."

"Why you..."

The three of them actually began arguing about pose aesthetics and performance style, while Raditz wondered if he was now commanding a team of complete psychopaths. Reluctantly, Raditz stood up, his body beginning to glow with white energy.

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!" Three consecutive explosions as the new scouters—models that could detect power levels up to 50,000—burst one after another. Jeice, Burter, and Angila immediately fell silent, behaving like scolded kittens.

"Whoever brings up this topic again will become my personal training partner. Understood?"

Raditz's training partner? Wouldn't that be a death sentence?

"Understood!" The three shouted in unison and retreated hastily.

Raditz breathed a sigh of relief, watched them leave, and sighed helplessly: Frieza must have had it hard being emperor of the universe too...