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"Frieza!"
A roar of fury tore from Vegeta's throat, raw and thunderous.
The sea below ruptured in an instant, exploding upward as his aura ignited. Like a blazing meteor, Vegeta hurled himself across the sky, the heavens splitting apart in his wake. The air itself broke under the weight of his power, shockwaves shaking the Earth to its core.
In a matter of seconds, he was upon his enemy.
"Frieza!"
His voice cracked with years of buried hatred. His teeth clenched, his eyes locked onto the figure below, a figure etched so deeply in his nightmares, he could never escape it.
"Oh my… isn't this Prince Vegeta?"
Frieza's lips curled into a smirk, voice sickeningly smooth as he dipped his head in mock courtesy. Once again, he looked every bit the so-called emperor of the Universe, deceptively refined… and utterly poisonous.
"Frieza… You actually came back!"
Vegeta's words burned like acid in his throat. A dangerous light ignited in his eyes. Part of him, hidden, unspoken, even thrilled at the sight. At long last, Frieza, the tyrant who had destroyed Planet Vegeta, who had crushed his father, King Vegeta… was standing before him once more.
For years, Vegeta had dreamed of this, tearing that smug smile from Frieza's face, avenging his race, supplanting the demon who once made him kneel. But Frieza had died at Aspara's hand. That dream had been robbed from him.
And yet… here he was.
Resurrected.
This was Vegeta's chance.
"Yes, Vegeta," Frieza said lightly, his tone dripping with venomous pride. "You may thank my most loyal followers for returning me to life. It truly is a shame, though… Had I need of you, I might have accepted your loyalty once again." His words faltered into a cruel chill. "But I no longer tolerate mistakes. The Saiyans have defied me once. Never again. This time, every filthy monkey dies. And I'll start… with you."
A cold silence hung in the air.
Then Vegeta snarled. "You're the one who's mistaken, Frieza." His aura flared brighter, golden veins of power beginning to crackle around him. "The man you knew back then no longer exists. And you… you are no longer emperor of this Universe."
For Frieza, it was only a flicker of doubt. A pause. A hesitation.
But Vegeta's grin widened.
He wasn't the same soldier who once trembled and killed at another's command. He was more. He was a warrior of legend.
"Frieza…" His voice rang with unshakable pride. "Now you will know firsthand… the terror of a Super Saiyan!"
In that instant, his energy detonated, an earth-shattering explosion of golden radiance. Lightning crackled across the sky as his hair blazed into gold, his body consumed by raw fury and power.
Frieza stiffened. His smirk faltered. His body shook.
"Su… Super Saiyan?"
The words slipped out, jagged, brittle.
His pupils shrank, his breath hitched. Against his will, memories surged up: Namek. That moment. That defeat. That death.
"Y-you… Impossible… You're a Super Saiyan too?" Frieza whispered, stumbling back, his arrogance faltering into terror.
"Nothing is impossible!"
"Frieza!"
Vegeta snorted coldly. In the next instant, golden energy swept outward, and each strand of his hair stood on end.
At that moment, he fully transformed into a Super Saiyan.
With Vegeta's transformation, a violent aura began sweeping across the Earth.
The sheer oppressive force radiated outward.
Though Vegeta's base battle power was only slightly over five million, the Super Saiyan multiplier pushed his strength past two hundred million.
Meanwhile, Frieza, even after his resurrection, remained at his previous level, lacking the Saiyan trait. His battle power barely reached 120 million.
When Vegeta's aura began to surge, his hair turned golden, and his eyes glimmered emerald green. Frieza panicked completely.
The scene mirrored Namek too closely.
"Impossible! How… how could you be a Super Saiyan?!" Frieza stammered, unable to maintain his composure.
A Super Saiyan, legendary, appearing only once every thousand years.
Even if he wasn't fully aware of how long he had been dead, Vegeta's survival meant it couldn't have been more than a century. How could a new Super Saiyan appear so soon after the first?
"Nothing is impossible. Frieza, watch closely. I will avenge Planet Vegeta!" Vegeta said, excitement radiating from him. In the next moment, his figure surged forward.
Over two hundred million battle power exploded from him.
Frieza had no strength to resist.
Like a punching bag, he was repeatedly sent flying through the air by Vegeta's relentless attacks.
"Bastard! Damn it! Vegeta!" Frieza's furious shouts echoed endlessly, but it was useless.
Vegeta's power was overwhelmingly strong. So much so that Frieza was driven almost to despair. His strength, which once could have dominated the entire North Area, now seemed as fragile as paper against Vegeta's might.
"Boom!"
His body crashed down, cracking layer upon layer of the ground beneath. Below, the soldiers of Frieza's army were completely dumbfounded. They were immensely powerful, devoted entirely to Frieza, their supreme lord.
Yet here they were, watching a single Saiyan mercilessly beating him down, completely unable to resist.
"M-my lord!" A figure cautiously spoke to Sorbet, hesitating as if unsure whether to voice his thoughts.
"Shut up! Our lord is the strongest! He hasn't even unleashed his full power yet! I heard that our lord has mastered three stages of transformation. Once he transforms, he will definitely crush that damned Saiyan monkey!"
"Yes, exactly!" Sorbet understood immediately what his subordinate meant. He snorted coldly, then spoke, encouragingly, to boost morale.
"Yes, our lord will definitely win! He still has transformations left!" Hearing Sorbet's words, the others began to react as well.
The rest of the world might not know, but as elite warriors of Frieza's army, they were aware that Frieza possessed multiple transformations.
Their anticipation grew. Yet none of them, including Sorbet, realized that Frieza was already in his final form. Unlike others, and unlike even Super Saiyans, Frieza's "transformations" prior to his golden form were merely gradual restorations of his true battle power.
Stage One, Stage Two, Stage Three, they were only ways for Frieza to control his overwhelmingly powerful energy, suppressing it to a level he could manage.
Now, his power was completely unleashed.
It even began to erupt uncontrollably.
Yet it was still futile.
Even with 1.2 billion battle power, Frieza couldn't withstand Sun Wukong/Son Goku's 1.5 billion, let alone Vegeta's 2.5 billion. And if Vegeta hadn't been holding back…
The battle was effectively over.
"Boom!"
The heavens split apart.
The battlefield shook beneath the weight of two titans. Shockwaves tore through the sky, rattling the Earth as golden and crimson power collided in mid-air.
"Impossible! How… how can this be?!" Frieza's furious screams ripped through the chaos, his voice trembling with both rage and disbelief. He threw himself at Vegeta again and again, his pride driving him forward, but his body kept being battered, crushed beneath the merciless storm of Vegeta's fists.
"Die, Vegeta!"
Desperation twisted his face, and in the next instant an immense energy began to gather in his hands. The air around him warped with deadly power, gravity itself bowing under the fury of his attack. With one final roar, Frieza hurled it downward, a searing wave of destruction meant not just for Vegeta, but for the very planet below.
The Earth shuddered, oceans trembled, entire continents seemed moments from being erased.
But Vegeta only sneered. "How foolish, Frieza."
With a cold, calm defiance, Vegeta raised his hand. His aura blazed even brighter, golden lightning splitting the air. In the blink of an eye, his own energy surged outward, meeting Frieza's attack head-on.
The collision lasted only a breath. Then,
Frieza's wave of destruction disintegrated, swallowed whole by the greater storm.
"What---?!" Frieza's eyes widened, horror flashing across his face. In the next heartbeat, the counterblast consumed him, hurling his body into the distant void of space.
"Rumble!"
Among the stars, an explosion bloomed, a brilliant, violent flower of fire and light.
Vegeta floated still, his arms crossed, pride dancing in his emerald eyes. "It's over." His voice was cold, certain. Then, with a faint curl of his lips, he turned away. In a flash of gold, his figure vanished upward into the skies, leaving only silence behind.
The remnants of Frieza's army did not wait. Fear shattered their loyalty, and before Vegeta could even glance their way, they disappeared into the darkness, fleeing like shadows before dawn. To Vegeta, they were nothing. His only prey had always been Frieza. With Frieza erased from existence, the rest were irrelevant.
Or so he thought.
Far from Earth, amid the wreckage of burning stars and drifting fragments of dust, a ruined body lingered. Frieza.
His flesh was torn, his aura almost extinguished, but the cursed resilience of the Frost Demon clan refused to let him die. Breathless, broken, yet clinging stubbornly to life, Frieza endured.
Soon, the very soldiers who had fled stumbled upon him.
"Lord Frieza! Lord Frieza, we found him!"
"Hurry! Bring the healing tanks, now!"
Shouts of alarm turned into frantic action as they carried their shattered emperor back to safety. Immersed in the regenerative fluids stolen long ago from Planet Vegeta, Frieza's broken body began to mend. Wounds closed, muscle restored, bone reshaped.
But his rage… his rage only grew.
Through the glass of the tank, his crimson eyes snapped open, burning with humiliation.
"Damn Saiyan," he growled, his voice low and guttural, vibrating with venom. "Damn Super Saiyan!"
The soldiers trembled as the sound reverberated, harsher than any order he had barked before. They had seen him defeated. Humiliated. Beaten into despair by a single Saiyan.
Aspara once.
Now Vegeta.
Twice, in a life built on supremacy, he had been crushed.
Frieza seethed, his hands curling into fists as his healing continued. The thought of Vegeta's mocking face, that Super Saiyan sneer, carved itself into his mind like a scar.
Sorbet stepped forward, carefully measuring his words. "My lord… you did brilliantly today. The fault is ours, not yours. From this day, I appoint you captain of the Third Squad. The army will answer to you until you're ready."
Frieza rose silently from the tank, water streaming off his form. His aura no longer erupted outward, yet the malice in his voice was enough to suffocate the room.
"Very well, Sorbet. The army is yours, for now." His tone was quiet, dangerous. "I will withdraw. I will train. And when I return…"
The chilling glint in his eye promised annihilation.
"When I return, the universe will remember why Frieza is its emperor."
"Yes, Lord Frieza. We obey your command!"
The soldiers dropped to one knee, their voices shaking with reverence. Sorbet's eyes gleamed with relief and renewed determination. For them, their emperor lived, and that was all that mattered.
"You, you, and you. With me."
Frieza's slender finger pointed lazily, yet the command carried lethal weight. Selected warriors scrambled to obey.
"Whoosh!"
The massive warship cut through the silent void, vanishing into the stars, bound for distant horizons.
And so, destiny moved forward once again.
Born with a monstrous power no other being in his clan could rival, Frieza had surpassed one hundred million before he even drew breath in battle. A prodigy. A ruler from birth. A tyrant who had never needed to toil, for his strength had carried him to supremacy with ease.
Because of this, Frieza had never trained. Never needed to. Never even considered it.
Until now.
Defeat was something Frieza should never have known. And yet… humiliated by Aspara. Crushed by Vegeta. Two Saiyans, mere "monkeys", had scarred his unshakable pride.
That unbearable wound, for the first time, lit the fire of desperation in his cold heart.
Frieza would train.
Just as it had once been written in fate, so it would be again. But now, events diverged. His vengeance, his return, his ascension, it would all take shape unseen by his enemies. Neither Son Goku, nor Aspara, nor Vegeta himself could foresee what Frieza's rebirth in hardship would bring.
Vegeta, unaware of this simmering storm, returned to his own path. His pride demanded he grow even stronger. His ambition pushed him forward.
In the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, the warriors of Earth gathered as time folded in upon itself. Two days in the outside world, two years of relentless training within.
Son Goku, Raditz, Bardock's squad, Jiang Chen, even the younger warriors, all emerged forever changed.
Goten and Trunks could now sustain their Super Saiyan forms with ease. Even as they suppressed themselves, their ki spilled outward, heavy and commanding.
Raditz's aura burned with near-uncontainable ferocity. Having mastered Super Saiyan 3, he hovered just a step away from the threshold of Super Saiyan 4. His base strength too had multiplied, rivalling the man he once looked up to and feared, his own brother at the dawn of the chamber.
And Goku…
At first glance, he stood unchanged, calm and steady as always. But beneath that calm lay something otherworldly, something untethered from space and time itself. He had ascended to Super Saiyan 4 and then shattered its very limits, reaching beyond into a Boundary Breakthrough. The power that once defined legends now pulsed within him as something even greater, something beyond comprehension.
When the group stepped out, they no longer looked like mortals. Their presence was dreamlike, otherworldly, as though the chamber had reforged them into gods of battle.
"It's time to begin," Jiang Chen whispered, his gaze lifting to the skies. His voice was quiet, yet it carried the weight of certainty.
(End of Chapter)