Voyavoda carefully piloted the ship, having taken note of the frost demon's energy signature. Their kind was typically quite strong, but this one was abnormally so. Nothing this group couldn't handle, if it came down to it, but it was still noteworthy.
The planet was as he remembered it... temperate, and teeming with plant and animal life. The closest comparison he could make, in fact, was Earth... a bit wetter, but still similar enough. The fauna wasn't particular dangerous, either... and it was quite tasty. All-in-all, a damn near perfect place to settle.
The ship descended, the ground below them a blur of green & blue. He slowed further as they came upon some magnificent ruins, and with practiced ease, set down in a courtyard.
The ruins were ancient--hundreds, perhaps thousands of years old, and had been long abandoned. Nature had somewhat reclaimed the area, though rather than overwhelming the architecture, it almost seemed to... meld with it. On a peak nearby, clearly visible, were a pair of statues facing each other, their hands clasped in friendship. One was clearly a Saiyan, dressed in an archaic armor style, and the other was, presumably, the Nevadian Emperor.
The Frost Demon's energy signature was located on that peak.
Voyavoda powered down the ship into standby and then wordlessly disembarked.