CRACK!
After transforming into his Golden form, Frieza's power surged to staggering new heights.
He caught Super Saiyan 4 Burdock's fist mid-strike, his sneer twisting into something feral. "You've had your fun, monkey. Now it's my turn!"
BOOM!
Golden Frieza erupted in a flash of light, his fist slamming toward Burdock with apocalyptic force.
KABOOM!
The shockwave ripped through the battlefield as Burdock crossed his arms, blocking the blow with a grunt. Golden Frieza's eyes widened.
"What?!"
Burdock straightened, golden fur bristling and crimson aura flaring like a supernova. His voice dripped with disdain. "Is this all the mighty Emperor of the Universe can muster?"
With a roar, Burdock's energy exploded outward, eclipsing Frieza's golden radiance. The ground quaked as his power skyrocketed—a primal force honed through years of relentless training.
"Impossible!" Frieza hissed, recoiling. "A lowborn Saiyan rat cannot surpass me!"
"Frieza!" Burdock's voice thundered, fists clenched. "The suffering you brought our people… I'll repay it a thousandfold! This is the rage of the Saiyans—WRIT IN YOUR BLOOD!"
SHOOOM!
In a blur of motion, Burdock vanished. Frieza barely registered the movement before a fist crunched into his jaw, sending him rocketing backward. Burdock pursued relentlessly, fists and knees driving into Frieza's torso in a storm of vengeance.
Golden Frieza blocked frantically, but each parry only delayed the inevitable. A haymaker slipped through his guard—THWACK!—then a roundhouse kick sent him careening into a mountainside.
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Beerus' Planet
Whis' staff projected the battle in holographic clarity. Goku leaned forward, eyes blazing. "Whoa! Dad's Super Saiyan 4 might be as strong as our Blue form!"
Vegeta crossed his arms, scowling. "Tch. Kakarot's father… How'd he close the gap so fast?!"
Gohan adjusted his glasses, analytical. "Grandpa's leveraging primal Saiyan instincts. Frieza's new form isn't optimized yet—he's losing efficiency with every panic move."
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Earth
Gine cheered from the lookout's balcony, fists pumping. "Finish him, Burdock! For Vegeta! For our people!"
Kahn smirked beside her, arms folded. "Golden Frieza's at 1.5 billion? Dad's already at 1.8. This isn't a fight—it's a lesson."
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Battlefield
Frieza spat blood, his golden sheen flickering under Burdock's assault. Across the field, Moro licked his lips, eyeing Burdock's surging energy.
"Such exquisite life force… A feast for the taking," the sorcerer purred, stepping forward.
WHOOSH!
Kahn materialized in his path, eyes cold. "Going somewhere, goat? The only thing you'll feast on today is dust."
Moro's grin widened. "You'll regret this, child. When I drain your—"
"Save the monologue," Kahn interrupted, power flaring. "Pick a grave. I'll dig it while you watch Dad finish your lackey."
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Meanwhile
CRUNCH!
Burdock grabbed Frieza by the tail, swinging him into the earth like a ragdoll. "Pathetic. You haven't changed—still the same coward who blew up Planet Vegeta!"
Frieza's golden form sputtered. "Y-You dare—?!"
"Dare?" Burdock's fist glowed crimson. "This is justice."
FWOOM!
The final punch erupted like a supernova, engulfing Frieza in a pillar of light—a blazing testament to the Saiyans' unbroken spirit.
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