"This… is the battle really over already?"
In just a few seconds, Moro had been obliterated by Kahn.
Son Goku, Vegeta, and Son Gohan stared in absolute shock, their jaws nearly hitting the ground.
It ended before it even began.
Beerus scoffed. "What, did you think it would be a fight?"
He folded his arms and smirked. "An opponent of this level is nothing to Lord Beerus. It's hardly surprising that Lord Kahn dealt with him so effortlessly."
Whis nodded in agreement, completely unfazed. It was only natural.
But for Goku, Vegeta, and Gohan, this was an entirely different reality. They had never seen anything like it before.
Their confidence took a severe hit.
They recalled their struggles against Majin Buu. Despite fighting him in turns, none of them had been able to do anything to him. They had been utterly outclassed.
And Moro? If even Majin Buu was an issue, facing Moro would have been hopeless.
"Alright!"
Goku suddenly sprang up, fists clenched, his energy surging with excitement.
"Whis! Let's continue training!"
Seeing Kahn's overwhelming power had ignited his fighting spirit like never before. His motivation soared as if he had been injected with pure battle adrenaline.
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Meanwhile, on Earth…
At the same moment Kahn obliterated Moro, the battle between Burdock and Frieza reached its climax.
Frieza was in a wretched state—his body bruised, bloodied, and broken after enduring Burdock's relentless assault. His golden form flickered, unstable.
His breath was ragged. He hadn't fully adapted to his Golden Frieza form, and now he could barely stand.
"Damn it…" Frieza muttered, pressing his hands to the ground for support.
He looked up—only to see Burdock floating above, his palm aimed downward, a glowing Ki Blast forming in his hand.
Panic set in.
A wave of pure fear crawled up Frieza's spine.
Burdock's eyes were cold and unyielding.
"Frieza…" Burdock's voice was laced with finality.
Frieza's instincts screamed at him—he was going to die.
His arrogance shattered, and for the first time in decades, Frieza felt true terror.
"Wait—Mr. Burdock, listen to me!!" Frieza shouted desperately, his voice trembling. "When I destroyed Planet Vegeta, I was acting under someone else's orders! I wasn't the mastermind!"
But Burdock didn't even flinch.
So what if Frieza wasn't the mastermind?
He was the one who had destroyed their home.
He was the one who had massacred his people.
Burdock's gaze sharpened. "This is the anger of the entire Saiyan race, for years of suffering under your rule."
BOOM!
Burdock unleashed his attack without hesitation.
The brilliant energy blast surged forward, engulfing Frieza in an instant.
A deafening explosion shook the battlefield.
And when the dust settled…
Frieza's presence was gone.
"King Frieza…?"
The remaining members of the Frieza Force stood frozen, unable to process what had just happened.
"King Frieza… was just killed… like that?"
Their morale shattered instantly.
Even the mighty The Galactic Bandit Brigade and Frieza's elite warriors hesitated, fear gripping their hearts.
First, Moro was slain in seconds.
Now, Frieza was dead at Burdock's hands.
Panic spread like wildfire.
King Cold and the remnants of the Frieza Force turned and ran, their instincts screaming at them to escape.
But they had come to the wrong battlefield.
There was no escape.
Kahn's cold, merciless voice rang out.
"…Next."
A blinding Ki Blast streaked across the battlefield like a vengeful comet.
King Cold, Galactic bandits, and the remaining soldiers turned just in time to see the attack before it consumed them.
A second explosion rocked the battlefield.
And when the dust settled, the Frieza Force was no more.
Burdock exhaled deeply, his body relaxing as his power faded.
For the first time in decades… he smiled.
The weight of his people's suffering, the burden of vengeance that had burned inside him for so long—it was finally gone.
In the distance, No. 18 held Lin Sakura in her arms, gently rocking him.
"Sakura, look," she whispered with a soft smile. "Daddy got rid of all the bad guys."
The small child, who had been staring in wonder just moments ago, suddenly giggled in delight.
That pure, innocent laughter filled No. 18's heart with warmth.
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Over the skies of Capsule Corporation, Kahn approached Burdock with a knowing smile.
"Dad, how does it feel?"
Burdock clenched his fists, his body still tingling with the lingering power of battle.
"This strength… it's incredible," he admitted. "But I still haven't fully mastered it. I can't even bring out my full potential yet."
Kahn nodded. "That's normal."
He crossed his arms. "You've spent years with a fraction of this power. Now that you've suddenly been granted such strength, it's already impressive that you can control it this well."
And that wasn't just flattery.
Before this, Burdock's power level had barely been above 10,000.
Now, he had gained an astronomical power boost, yet he could already fight and win.
That was a testament to his battle experience and raw talent.
Burdock smirked and shrugged. "Guess I can't complain."
Then, he placed a hand on Kahn's shoulder.
"Thanks, Kahn."
Kahn waved a hand dismissively. "We're family. No need for that."
If anything, what Burdock had done for him in the past far outweighed anything Kahn had done in return.
If not for Burdock… he might have perished along with Planet Vegeta all those years ago.
Kahn quickly changed the topic. "I'll start training you soon. We'll focus on getting you to fully master this power… and unlock your new form."
Burdock's eyes gleamed with excitement. "You mean… that transformation?"
He clenched his fist, feeling the weight of that potential. "I'm not sure I can handle it yet."
Kahn smirked. "That's what training is for."
And if it still wasn't enough?
A simple wish to Shenron could solve that.
There was always a way forward.
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A Year Later…
Time passed.
With Kahn's intense training, Burdock eventually mastered his newfound power, surpassing even his previous limits.
He had grown stronger than ever before.
And just when Kahn thought things would finally settle down…
A call came from the Grand Priest.
"Lord Kahn, Zeno wishes to see you."
Kahn raised an eyebrow.
What could Zeno possibly want?
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