The cavern on Giant Namek loomed dark and jagged, its walls slick with moisture, echoing with the distant rumble of destruction. Frieza lay sprawled against a boulder, his final form—smooth, white, glutinous head—marred by blood and ruin. Frieza: 5 billion (final, critically injured). One arm hung severed, a leg twisted unnaturally, breath shallow as life ebbed. Ginyu knelt beside him, tattered armor clinging to his purple frame, horns chipped from relentless combat. Ginyu: 120,000 (base, wounded). His Ginyu Force—once five strong—lay dead across Namek's wastes, felled by Cooler's mecha legion. "King Frieza's dying," Ginyu rasped, voice cracking. "If our ship's healing chamber weren't slag, we'd save him—but Cooler's filth destroyed it. What now?"
Frieza's crimson eyes flickered, rage simmering beneath pain. Ginyu's loyalty held, but his own body betrayed him—shattered by Cooler's silver might. Cooler: 5.5 billion (enhanced). The betrayal stung deeper than the wounds—his brother, seizing Namek's Dragon Balls, leaving him to rot. Ginyu's gaze darted, panic rising, until memory sparked. "Wait—I found this!" He fumbled in his armor, producing a small, orange orb—far tinier than Namek's giant spheres. "Not like the locals' balls—maybe a trinket, but…" Desperation overruled doubt. "It's all we've got."
He stumbled outside, gathering six more from the cave's shadows—seven small Dragon Balls, glinting faintly. The sky darkened, triple suns eclipsed by swirling clouds, lightning slashing the heavens. A tremor shook the ground, heralding something vast. Across Namek, Cooler's flagship loomed, its commander glaring from the bridge. "What's this?!" Cooler snarled, tail lashing. Didi! Unknown energy surge. "Someone's summoned a dragon—impossible! I used the Namekian balls—they're stone now! Did those slugs trick me?" Fury twisted his silver face as he barked, "Bring the captives—make them talk!"
Mecha troops dragged battered Namekians—green skin bruised, antennae drooping—before Cooler, his claws flashing as screams pierced the air. Above the cave, light erupted—a colossal green dragon unfurled, over a hundred meters of scales and menace. Renkai: 42 trillion (dragon form). Crimson eyes swept Namek's scarred expanse, a parallel echo of battles past. "Namek again—different, though," Renkai mused, voice a low rumble. "An alternate twist—fascinating."
Ginyu burst from the cave, Frieza slung over his shoulder, blood dripping. "King Frieza—hold on! Salvation's here!" He staggered beneath the dragon's gaze, hope flaring in his battered chest.
"State your wish," Renkai intoned, peering down. Frieza's crippled form and Ginyu's desperation amused him—Namek's saga, warped beyond recognition. No Goku, no Vegeta—just Frieza, broken, and Cooler ascendant. "A new game," he thought, tail coiling.
"Shenron—restore King Frieza!" Ginyu pleaded, voice raw.
"Simple," Renkai replied, claw snapping. Golden light bathed Frieza, flesh knitting, limbs regrowing—Frieza: 5 billion (final, restored). His eyes snapped open, vitality surging as he rose, armor gleaming anew. Ding! Teleportation acquired. Body Swap acquired. Ki Bomb acquired. Renkai's system chimed, rewards stacking as he split into seven golden beams, scattering across Namek.
"King Frieza—you're whole!" Ginyu cried, tears streaking his face, relief crashing through his exhaustion.
"Oh ho ho ho!" Frieza's laugh rang out, sharp and sinister, tail flicking with renewed vigor. "Ginyu, your loyalty's etched in stone—I'll not forget it." His gaze darkened, memory flooding back—Cooler's smirk, the stolen Dragon Balls, his near-death humiliation. "Cooler…" he hissed, fists clenching, nails biting into palms. "I'll rip you apart!"
The Emperor of the Universe— humbled. His father, King Cold, paled beside him, but Cooler… Cooler had crushed him effortlessly, a lesson in raw strength. Frieza's pride curdled into wrath, a fire stoked by shame.
"King, revenge can wait—we're exposed!" Ginyu urged, stepping forward, fists raised in guard. "Cooler's legion surrounds us—escape now!"
"Run?!" Frieza roared, eyes blazing. "Like some cur licking its wounds? Never!" His aura flared, a crimson storm, defiance drowning reason.
Ginyu faltered, panic rising—stubbornness would doom them. Before he could plead, a shadow loomed—a cyan-skinned figure, three meters tall, humanoid yet draconic, materialized between them. Renkai: humanoid dragon form. "King Frieza," he said, voice smooth with menace, "I've a way to crush Cooler—here, now."
Ginyu lunged, shielding Frieza. "Who're you?!" His shout trembled, instincts screaming threat.
Renkai smirked, scales glinting. "Ginyu—you just wished to me. Forgotten already?"
"You—the dragon!" Ginyu's jaw dropped, awe overtaking fear.
"Oh ho ho ho!" Frieza shoved Ginyu aside, intrigue sparking. "Mr. Shenron—how do I bury my dear brother today?" His sneer twisted, eager for blood.
"Behold," Renkai said, bowing slightly—a mock deference masking his edge. Light flared, coalescing into a clone—Goku's form, spiky hair, orange gi, untouched by years of grind. Goku Clone: 3 billion (base). "A Saiyan body—raw potential, ripe for the Super Saiyan spark under duress. Less trained than you, Frieza, but potent enough to topple Cooler."
Frieza's lip curled, disgust flashing. "A monkey's shell?" His voice dripped venom—Saiyans, his eternal scourge. Yet his eyes lingered, calculating, a slow grin creeping forth. "If it kills Cooler… I'll stomach it."
"Ginyu—forward," Frieza snapped, decision made.
"King—forgive me!" Ginyu bowed, voice tight. "Body Swap!" Energy surged, his essence leaping into the Goku clone. He flexed, testing the frame, then turned to Frieza. "Again—Body Swap!" A second flash, and Frieza's spirit claimed the Saiyan vessel—Frieza in Goku: 5 billion (base, Super Saiyan latent). Ginyu slumped back into his own battered form, wincing.
"Oh ho ho ho!" Frieza laughed, inspecting his new hands, Goku's frame humming with untapped power. "This filth can ascend to legend? Delightful!" His grin sharpened, eyes locking on Renkai. "Mr. Shenron—your angle?"
Renkai's smirk held steady. "You awaken its Super Saiyan might—I get the data. You get Cooler's head. Fair trade, no?"
"Oh ho ho ho!" Frieza's laughter boomed, cold and approving. "Honest, are you? I'll allow it." No alliance spoken—his pride forbade it. Emperor of the Universe bent to no one, yet Renkai's offer slid past that wall, a silent pact forged in mutual gain.
Frieza flexed, ki flaring gold at the edges—Super Saiyan stirring. Cooler's reckoning loomed, and Renkai watched, a devil poised to reap.
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