Frieza and Z Broly stared in utter disbelief at the countless Ultimate Undead Coolers surrounding them from every direction.
All of those faces, identical, lifeless, and utterly emotionless.
It was only now that Frieza realized the truth.
These creatures weren't really Cooler. They were puppets, controlled by the Tsufurian race, a horde of soulless corpses.
Things had gone far beyond his expectations. He hadn't imagined that even after everything, these abominations couldn't be completely destroyed.
And there were more and more of them appearing every second.
"Tch… these bastards are even more troublesome than Majin Buu ever was," Frieza muttered.
Staring at the endless swarm like an army of ants, Frieza lowered his finger laser from Z Broly and aimed it instead at the advancing undead.
To be honest, the self-proclaimed Emperor of the Universe was no longer calm and composed. Even one Ultimate Undead Cooler had caught him off guard, and now there were dozens, maybe hundreds.
For the first time in his life, Frieza felt real pressure.
"Damn it… if I only had a few more years…" He growled and glanced at Z Broly, who lay battered nearby.
"Hey, you there! Stop pretending to be dead and get up! If we don't fight together, we're both finished!"
For once, Frieza's words carried cold, sobering clarity.
Z Broly gritted his teeth, forcing himself up despite his exhaustion. A chill ran down his spine as he stared at the horde before them, this was also the most lucid he had ever been.
He hated Frieza with every fiber of his being, but at this moment, he had no choice but to cooperate. With a thunderous roar, Z Broly's Super Saiyan 3 aura flared to life again, and beside him, Frieza ignited his Golden Form once more.
Together, the two charged headlong into the swarm of undead Coolers.
Explosions and shockwaves erupted everywhere, golden light flashing again and again across the chaotic battlefield.
But soon, their stamina began to fade.
The Ultimate Undead Coolers, being manifestations of Tsufurian resentment rather than physical beings, felt no fatigue. They could fight endlessly.
Frieza and Z Broly, however, were made of flesh and blood, and their dwindling energy was the final straw that would break them.
Frieza squinted one eye, his throat clamped tightly by a Cooler's cold hands. His breathing became ragged, his vision blurred.
A single thought echoed in his mind:
If I just had a few more years… I could become so much stronger.
Then, an idea struck him, a way to accelerate that growth.
He recalled a place he had once visited on Earth…
The Hyperbolic Time Chamber, where one year inside equaled a single day outside.
Frieza's heart burned with regret.
"If only I had three days…" he thought bitterly. "Three days, and I could push my power beyond this bottleneck… this weak, pathetic limit."
But it was too late. He was about to die here, alongside a Saiyan, no less.
The thought filled him with fury and shame.
"Damn it!" Frieza roared, his voice cracking. "I am the Emperor of the Universe, Frieza!!!"
In that instant, a blinding golden light exploded from his body.
He refused to die so disgracefully. If he had to go, he would choose a death worthy of his pride, self-destruction.
Z Broly, standing nearby, seemed to understand Frieza's intent immediately.
For one fleeting moment, the two shared a wordless understanding, a silent agreement between enemies.
Two primal screams tore through the sea of darkness, echoing across the heavens…
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"
The roars of a Saiyan and a tyrant shook the very skies.
Whoosh!
With a sharp, echoing sound, two figures suddenly appeared before Frieza and Z Broly.
Trunks stared at the two exhausted warriors, both drenched in power and blood.
His pupils shrank, then went black with fury.
In the next instant, his body exploded with crimson-gold light as he transformed into Full-Power Super Saiyan 4.
With a fierce roar, he swung his arms, blasting away the surrounding Ultimate Undead Coolers in a wave of burning energy.
"Hey! Frieza! Z Broly! Stop it right now!"
His voice cut through the chaos like thunder, ringing directly in Frieza's mind.
It was like a drop of water falling into a parched desert, for a brief moment, something warm spread through Frieza's chest. For a man who had spent his entire life steeped in evil, it was almost unreal, someone… was actually worried about him.
He opened his eyes wide, struggling to see who it was.
When his vision cleared, his expression froze.
That face, it looked so much like that child from ten years ago.
His mind raced. And then it clicked.
"Vegeta's… son?" He muttered in disbelief.
And standing right beside Trunks, was another man Frieza could never forget. The one who had beaten him senseless for nearly half an hour on Earth, leaving him utterly powerless, Super Broly.
"You… you two came here to…?" Frieza stammered. For some reason, his eyes trembled faintly.
Trunks shot him an annoyed look.
"Enough talk, Frieza! If you don't want to die, cancel that self-destruct! And don't flatter yourself, I'm not here to save you. I came to help Broly find his brother, and you just happened to be in the way."
Trunks had been curious about Broly's strange premonition, and now that they'd found Z Broly, it turned out to be true.
"And you! Z Broly!"
Trunks dashed forward, driving a heavy punch toward the furious, half-delirious Saiyan in an attempt to snap him out of it.
But Super Broly caught his arm just in time.
He grabbed his brother's head, shaking him violently, trying to wake him up, but it was useless. Z Broly was beyond control, his body still gathering explosive energy from within.
Then, Frieza spoke hoarsely: "Don't bother. He's tough enough to survive it. He already blew himself up once earlier."
That line made Super Broly's composure crack.
"What!?"
His brother had already self-destructed once? If he tried it again, there was no way he'd survive!
Broly shot Frieza a glare that said everything, 'heartless bastard'.
But before he could say anything, the Ultimate Undead Coolers surged toward them again, surrounding all four in a wave of deathly energy. With no other choice, Super Broly roared and transformed, his Super Saiyan form bursting forth to shield them all.
That shockwave of energy washed over the battlefield, and for Z Broly, it was like a jolt of lightning.
He felt that familiar aura, the same overwhelming power that had nearly killed him days before.
He opened his eyes. Sure enough, it was his brother standing there.
"Hmph."
He gritted his teeth, letting out a disdainful snort, but even he knew this wasn't the time for grudges. Whatever feud they had could wait. Right now, the Ultimate Undead Coolers were the real threat.
"Good. You're back, brother," Super Broly said with a relieved grin.
This time, he had managed to maintain his mind even in his transformed state.
As they turned toward the endless tide of undead enemies, Trunks looked sharply at Frieza.
"What the hell is going on here, Frieza?"
Frieza didn't dislike Trunks, truth be told. After all, this was the same young man who had once saved him from inside Super Buu using separation magic. And now, he'd saved him again.
Frieza gave him a rare look of approval.
"Long story short… they're creations of the Tsufurians. They call themselves Undead Warriors."
Trunks froze at the words. As a traveler between worlds, he immediately understood the implication.
Undead warriors… then that means they have a weakness.
Trunks clenched his fists, a spark of determination in his eyes.
"I think… I know how to deal with them."
(End Of This Chapter)
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