Frieza and Vegeta stared into each other's eyes, the air thick with tension that crackled like electricity between them. Frieza floated effortlessly, his form exuding an arrogant smirk that suggested he relished the moment, reveling in his own superiority.
In stark contrast, Vegeta maintained a smile of amusement, a glimmer of defiance dancing in his gaze as he prepared to face the formidable foe before him.
"You think you can challenge me, Saiyan?" Frieza taunted, his voice dripping with condescension. "You are nothing but a mutt I once owned. A toy to be discarded."
Vegeta's teeth silently gritted together, as silent rage simmered just beneath the surface. The promise of death burned bright within his charcoal eyes.
"We'll see who gets to discard whom," Vegeta growled, his voice low and deadly.
With a ferocious roar, Frieza lunged forward, his cold, mechanical hand slicing through the air as it aimed for Vegeta's throat with lethal intent.
In a fluid motion, Vegeta dodged to the side, his body moving with an elegance that belied the danger of the moment.
He gracefully descended for a brief instant, only to propel himself upwards with explosive force, ready to counter the onslaught.
Frieza didn't let up, throwing a downward chop, the attack grazing Vegeta's shoulder, tearing through his clothing and drawing blood. But Vegeta barely flinched.
Shooting off a singular Ki Blast, Vegeta followed closely behind, his eyes locked on Frieza's every move. I
In a swift response, Frieza retaliated, effortlessly swiping the energy attack away as if it were nothing more than a bothersome insect.
Yet, before he could refocus his concentration, Vegeta seized the opportunity, launching a powerful kick that connected squarely with Frieza's face, sending him reeling back slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his otherwise cold expression.
"How dare you, you filthy ape," Frieza spat, his voice laced with venom as he glared at Vegeta through gritted teeth, his eyes narrowing in contempt.
Vegeta couldn't help but smirk slightly, a glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he replied mockingly, "I was trying to clean the shit off my shoe but only realized it was just your face." The words dripped with sarcasm, each syllable a calculated jab meant to infuriate his opponent further.
And it was successful; Frieza's eyes burned brighter with rage. With a swift motion, he pointed his fingers outward, channeling his energy into a deadly beam that tore through Vegeta's stomach, the force of the attack sending shockwaves through the air.
"~Hohoho, I see you are exactly as I thought. All talk with no bite," Frieza said, amusement lacing his voice as he reveled in the moment, a cruel smile spreading across his face.
Blood dripped from Vegeta's stomach, his hand covering the wound as he focused, channeling his energy inward. To Frieza's astonishment, the wound began to heal right before his eyes.
"What... how is this possible?" Frieza demanded, his arrogance faltering for the first time.
Vegeta smirked, relishing the look of disbelief on Frieza's face. "Did you really think I would come unprepared? Your arrogance will be your downfall."
Frieza snarled, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "Impossible! No one can surpass my power!"
With a burst of speed, Frieza closed the distance between them, delivering a powerful kick to Vegeta's midsection. Vegeta flew backward, crashing into a rocky outcropping.
The impact shattered the rock, sending debris flying in all directions. Vegeta groaned, clutching his side where the pain radiated. But again, he focused his energy, willing the injury to heal. Within moments, the pain subsided, and his strength returned.
'I need to be careful, healing takes Ki and I wouldn't want to run out before I beat this fucking Lizard.'
Frieza watched, dumbfounded, as Vegeta stood unharmed. "This isn't over, Frieza," Vegeta spat, his eyes blazing with determination.
With a sudden, thunderous roar, Vegeta's body ignited with a brilliant blaze of Ki, illuminating the battlefield around him.
As he and Frieza clashed, the sheer force of their collision sent shockwaves through the air, causing ripples that distorted the very atmosphere. The surrounding clouds, once billowing were instantly vaporized, leaving nothing but a clear, stark sky above them.
"Enough of this!" Frieza roared, and his power surged as he began to overpower Vegeta. His body swelled, muscles bulging as his power level surged. "I'll crush you here and now!"
Vegeta's eyes widened in recognition of the danger. He knew he couldn't match Frieza's raw power, but he had another trick up his sleeve.
Continuing to grapple with Frieza, Vegeta unleashed a relentless barrage of energy blasts, each one crackling with raw power. The intense energy scorched his hands upon release, leaving behind painful burns, but Frieza suffered the same fate, his palms seared from the explosive force of the attack.
As the two warriors finally disengaged, they propelled themselves backward, smoke curling up from their injured hands.
In an instant, Vegeta was upon Frieza, punching and kicking with relentless ferocity. Frieza faulted, unable to keep up with the speed and accuracy of Vegeta's attacks, was pushed and thrown onto the ground, generating a cloud of dust and a crater.
"How... dare you..." Frieza gasped, wiping blood from his lips. "I am Frieza! The most powerful being in the universe!"
Vegeta's response was a savage grin. "Not for long."
Vegeta descended with the intent to land a devastating punch, his determination fueling every ounce of his strength.
However, Frieza was ready, countering with a swift motion that saw him grasp the Saiyan's wrist with an iron grip. In one fluid motion, he delivered a brutal kick to Vegeta's chest, the impact resonating like thunder.
Vegeta's eyes widened in shock and pain as the force of the blow knocked the wind from him, causing him to double over and violently expel a glob of blood that splattered across the floor.
"Let's see if you heal from this!" Frieza taunted, his voice dripping with malice as he relished the moment.
With a surge of power, Frieza's muscles bulged and rippled, showcasing his formidable strength. His tail lashed out, coiling around Vegeta's neck with a vice-like grip, while his other hand clutched tightly onto the Saiyan's arm.
With a forceful yank, he pulled Vegeta closer, the sound of bones cracking echoing through the air.
A deafening, nauseating crack echoed, muscles ripped apart, flesh strained, and bones splintered. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Vegeta screamed, his eyes now bloodshot from the agonizing torment he was enduring.
His body burst with Ki, blasting Frieza away slightly but even then the damage had been done.
"My arm…." Vegeta breathed, his voice barely above a whisper, the pain lacing each word.
His left arm was nothing but a bleeding stump. Labored breaths escaped his lips, each inhale a struggle against the agony coursing through him.
With barely a thought, his right arm moved instinctively, pressing tightly against the severed limb in a desperate attempt to staunch the flow of crimson that poured forth, pooling beneath him.
"Oh my Vegeta, I would offer to give you a hand but," Frieza threw Vegeta's detached hand into the air, before raising a finger and unleashing a blast that completely destroyed it, the ashy remains being blown away by the mind.
Rage built within Vegeta, a mixture of shame adding into the mix for having allowed his arrogance to get the best of him, letting him forget that Frieza truly was a threat that needed to be treated with care.
"I'll kill you," he wheezed out, before slightly dropping to one knee still grasping onto his bleeding stump.
Frieza calmly advanced, his movements deliberate and measured, before lifting a leg high and bringing it down with brutal force onto Vegeta's head.
The impact resonated through the air, causing the Saiyan prince to groan in pain and humiliation, the sound echoing his growing sense of defeat.
"Ah, this does bring back some great memories," Frieza mused, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "For this was the exact same position I had your father in when he begged me to spare his life, his voice trembling with desperation."
He leaned closer, his tone dripping with mockery. "Vegeta, you should've just stayed in your place, like the good dog you once were. But now, look at you—reduced to the same pitiful state as your father had been. The difference is, he was smart enough to submit, to recognize the futility of resistance."
Frieza slightly lowered himself toward Vegeta's ear, his breath cold and taunting against the Prince's skin.
The weight of his words hung heavily in the air as Vegeta listened on, tears already brimming in his eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment.
"You are a failure, Vegeta," Frieza continued, his voice a venomous whisper. "You preach of being a mighty warrior, yet there is nothing truly mighty about you. And there's something else you must also realize, something that will haunt you for the rest of your days while you rot in the ground."
"You are no warrior, Vegeta; you are no prince. You are not Goku, and you certainly aren't a Super Saiyan."
The ground rumbled ominously, a deep, resonant tremor that echoed through the very core of the planet.
Animals all over the world froze in place, their instincts kicking in as their eyes widened in terror, sensing the approach of something monstrous and unfathomable.
Dark clouds descended from the heavens, swirling ominously as they gathered strength, with heavy droplets of rain rushing to meet mother earth.
Lightning cracked, and Thunder roared, debris lifted into the air as if possessed.
Bulma and the boy stood at a distance, Bulma having clutched the boy to prevent him from charging into the fray, but now his heart appeared to freeze as his breath caught in his throat.
The others sensed it, a compelling instinct to escape, a powerful ki escalating at a troubling pace.
''Father…?'' Gohan asked. Once more, he sensed a Ki that was familiar, yet the trace of insanity set it apart from his father's.
''Gohan… do you sense that?'' Krillin inquired, his complexion turning ghostly as he detected the surge in Ki.
''This ki resembles my father during the battle with Frieza!'' Gohan exclaimed, wishing fervently that it was indeed his father, that he had finally returned.
Tien and Piccolo, still nursing their wounds, gradually descended toward the ground, their bodies heavy with fatigue, before finally coming to a halt.
The air around them felt charged as if the very atmosphere was holding its breath in anticipation.
"W-what is this?" Tien uttered, his voice trembling with disbelief, his mind struggling to process the reality of their situation.
Piccolo shut his eyes for a moment, allowing the weight of their victory to wash over him, a grin spreading across his face, illuminating his features with a rare glimmer of hope. "We've won," he declared, the words resonating with a sense of triumph that seemed to echo in the stillness around them.
Back to Frieza, he had frozen in fear, his heart racing wildly as sweat trickled down his scaly, reptilian form. His foot remained planted upon Vegeta's head, a symbol of his dominance, yet he lacked the strength to keep the proud warrior's face pressed into the ground.
The tension in the air was palpable, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded, and Frieza could feel the weight of his own uncertainty creeping in, threatening to unravel the confidence he had always exuded.
The world shook violently, the heavens cried out in a cacophony of thunder, and hell itself seemed to freeze in a moment of sheer disbelief.
Vegeta slowly raised his head, his fierce eyes locking onto Frieza with an intensity that radiated nothing but pure, unadulterated hate. The air around him crackled with energy, charged with the weight of his fury.
Before he could contain it any longer, he exploded in a towering release of golden ki, a brilliant aura that illuminated the darkness and signaled the awakening of his true power.
"FFRRRRIIIIIEEEEEEZZZZZAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!"
Frieza was violently thrown back, the searing ki having scorched his form, leaving him to crash onto his back with a thud that echoed.
As he lay there, his mind was besieged by haunting flashes of his past on Namek, those moments replaying in an endless loop, each one more tormenting than the last.
"no...nO...NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!" Frieza screamed, his voice a mixture of rage and desperation.
In a frantic attempt to regain control, he clawed at the ground beneath him, his fingers digging into the earth as he did something he had never dared to do in his entire life: he felt fear and.
He ran.
He ran.
He ran.
He ran.
He ran for his life.
Vegeta floated in the air, his form caressed by a radiant golden hue that shimmered like sunlight.
His hair, once a deep ebony, now spiked upward in brilliant gold, catching the light and reflecting it in dazzling waves. His eyes, transformed into a striking teal, glimmered with newfound power.
He stared at the stump where his arm had once been, a mix of disbelief and anger swirling within him.
But before he could fully process the loss, a surge of energy coursed through him, and almost instantly, he felt the familiar sensation of his arm regenerating.
The warmth of his ki enveloped him, and he watched in awe as his limb reformed.
His eyes turned, and in an instant, he vanished, moving faster than light itself, a blur of motion that defied comprehension.
He reappeared directly in front of the tyrant, gazing down at him as if he were nothing more than an insignificant ant. No words were spoken, but the intensity of his teal eyes conveyed a message that was unmistakable.
With a swift motion, his hand lashed out and gripped Frieza's throat, cutting off the tyrant's air supply and restricting his movements with an iron grip.
His muscles bulged with power as he effortlessly hurled the terrified lizard into the air, watching with a sense of satisfaction as Frieza flailed helplessly, momentarily forgetting that he possessed the ability to fly.
Vegeta then braced his hands together, sinking into deep concentration. His golden aura flickered and vanished, coalescing in the center of his palms, the energy pulsating and growing stronger with each passing moment.
Frieza hung suspended in the air, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at Vegeta's outstretched hands, the reality of his situation dawning on him.
"No..." he whispered, his voice hoarse and strained, a mere shadow of its former self, the desperate cries that had once filled the air now replaced by a chilling acceptance of the fate that awaited him.
"SUPER FINAL FLASHHH!!!!"
A beam of overcharged golden energy rocketed upward, engulfing Frieza's form in a blinding radiance.
His eyes widened in horror as memories flooded his mind, replaying the vintage images of Saiyans he had long deemed nothing more than brutes. He recalled the countless battles he had waged against them, the destruction he had wrought upon their race, and the way he had enslaved their proud prince.
Yet, in a cruel twist of fate, it was two of those very Saiyans who now stood before him, ready to deliver his reckoning.
As the brilliant light consumed him, Frieza felt the weight of his actions crashing down upon him, and with that, his soul ceased to exist within the moral realm, extinguished like a flickering candle in the dark.