King Sadala had given the Universe 6 Saiyans one full day to track down Frost and bring him to justice. At first he was reluctant to even allow for that, citing the hundreds of his Saiyan warriors already dead from the villain's surprise escape. His initial decision was to hire Hit to assassinate Frost, but when Caulifla threw a fit and challenged his Saiyan pride he relented, his only condition being that Cabba, Kale, and Caulifla all stick together while they sought out the dangerous threat.

They followed that order for the first half of their search, at which point Caulifla suggested they could cover more ground if they split up. Cabba did not like that idea one bit, but after mocking him for being a wimp, Caulifla took off with Kale anyway. He thought of returning to King Sadala, but then he considered how impressive it would look to Caulifla if he managed to apprehend Frost all on his own. That thought propelled him forward, even into the final minutes before they were to report back to their king.

As he flew over the always rainy metropolis of Supinachu, he felt a familiar, dark energy below, and knew that Frost was somewhere nearby. He descended down through the thick cloud cover, drops of rain pelting his face as he made his way closer to the trace of energy. Once he broke through, his jaw dropped at the sight below him.

Many skyscrapers in the major Saiyan city had been completely leveled, leaving only flames and debris in their wake. Crashed cars were abandoned on every corner, and panicked citizens ran in every direction to escape the mayhem. Cabba scanned the area to find where it was originating from, which became easier when a huge sphere of energy exploded up from the ground nearby.

He landed next to a dozen or so fellow Saiyans that had opted to stand up to the evil being attempting to destroy their city. As the smoke from the previous attack cleared, Frost emerged with a grin upon his face.

"Still feeling brave, Saiyans? Do you truly believe that you have any hope of stopping me?"

Cabba stepped forward. "Frost! Stop what you are doing right this instant and surrender, and I may allow you to live!"

Frost looked him up and down, then chuckled. "Well well, if it isn't the brave little maggot who had me imprisoned all those years ago."

"Run!" Cabba said to the others. "Save yourselves, save your families! I'll handle this bastard!"

"Oh, will you now?"

The others hesitated only a moment before doing as instructed. Frost scowled as they attempted to flee and put his palm up, sending a wave of energy out in their direction. Cabba threw his arms up to shield them from the blast, which hit with far more force than he expected. He had to power up into a Super Saiyan in order to muster up the energy required to finally dissipate the attack, which proved to be quite the difficult task. As he heaved in an effort to catch his breath, Frost took a few steps closer.

"A bit stronger than you expected, boy? That's what you get for locking me up for over a decade, with nothing to do but train and plot my revenge!"

"Surrender now, Frost! The others are on their way, and they have no intention of showing you any mercy!"

Frost looked up to the sky, and shrugged. "I don't sense any other monkeys approaching. Even if they are on the way, you'll be dead long before they arrive."

Cabba narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and charged at Frost. He began his onslaught with a flurry of punches, each of which Frost easily dodged while dancing backward. When he attempted to sweep Frost's legs, Frost effortlessly hopped over him and countered with his tail, knocking Cabba off balance. That was enough time for Frost to grip one of his arms, use it to pull him closer, and then bring an elbow down to bend Cabba's own elbow backwards.

Cabba let out a scream in unison with the sickening crack that resulted from his injury. Frost's eyes lit up with joy as he let loose with an onslaught of his own, pummeling Cabba's torso with thunderous punches that he was helpless to defend against. When it was over, Cabba was on his hands on knees on the ground, coughing up blood.

"Pathetic," Frost said, before he kicked Cabba under the chin, sending the Saiyan flying into the brick wall at the back of a nearby alley, and knocking the Super Saiyan right out of him.

The world was spinning, and all Cabba could make out at that point was Frost laughing in the distance. He tried to push to his feet, but his legs were too weak. He tried to at least crawl from his current position, but the searing pain in his arm prevented him from making any progress. Looking back at Frost, he saw that his foe had lifted a finger, and was gathering a condensed ki blast at its tip.

"I'm sorry Caulifla," he muttered. "I let you down. I let everyone down."

Resigned to his fate, Cabba let his head fall back against the bricks behind him. But before Frost could let his attack fly, a large wall with glowing edges appeared from out of nowhere between them.

"I told you all to trust me!" Bulma said, peeking into the portal that had opened through the ancient mirror she just introduced to everyone. "It's not quite the beautiful landscape I expected, but I think I deserve some credit for..."

She stopped herself as a beam of pink energy flew past her face, taking a few strands of hair with it and leaving a shallow cut on her cheek. Screams rang out from behind her, and she glanced back over her shoulder to see 18 staring back, eyes wide.

18 looked down at the right side of her chest, where she now had a sizable hole that cut all the way through her body. She stood in shock for a few moments, before falling down into Krillin's arms.

"18!" Krillin shouted.

A tearful Marron ran to her side. "Mom! Oh my gosh, mom please tell me you're okay!"

As 18 struggled to stay conscious, Bulma put a hand to her mouth, frozen in place and left wondering what horrible mess she had just gotten everyone into. Her first thought was that she needed to close whatever door she had just opened, before the situation got any more out of control. She turned to where Bulla had been standing moments before, intending to ask her to pull the Dragon Ball out of the mirror.

As soon as she spun around, however, a hand reached out and grabbed her by the throat, then lifted her into the air. With her eyes wide, Bulma managed to choke out one word.

"Frost?"