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The endless, frozen wasteland stretched out under a bleak sky.
Though he had grown five centimeters taller since his revival, Lord Frieza still looked pathetically small before the towering juggernaut known as Super Broly.
And yet, size was the least of his problems.
Frieza was enduring punishment that no living being should ever withstand. Strike after brutal strike landed on his body by hundreds, perhaps thousands, without giving him the faintest chance to retaliate.
Until at last, his body trembled, his pride shattered, and his fury ignited.
“Barbaric… insolent wild monkey!” Frieza’s voice cracked with rage, each word dripping venom. “How dare you humiliate this King in such a way!”
His eyes bulged red, bloodshot veins threatening to burst, and his elegant face twisted into a mask of pure hatred. Then, boom!, a radiant wave of golden light burst forth from his body, searing against the snowfield.
Never in all his life had Frieza endured such shame. And worst of all, it came at the hands of a Saiyan.
Broly’s massive grip closed tighter around Frieza’s throat, forcing the Emperor’s eyes to glow crimson, as if they would explode from their sockets.
But humiliation had its limit.
“AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!”
With a scream that tore through heaven and earth, Frieza’s golden aura exploded outward, shredding the very air. The blast forced Broly’s arms to recoil, breaking his chokehold.
Black lightning crackled across Frieza’s body, faint at first, but growing sharper, hungrier, more violent.
This was no ordinary flare of power.
During the single year since his resurrection, Frieza had never allowed himself a moment of complacency. Day after day, he honed his craft, certain that as the most gifted of his kind, he was destined to claw his way to even greater heights.
Had he not already proven it?
In the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, he had vaulted to Platinum Form in less than a month. In a fit of blood-soaked rage, he had wrenched open the unstable gates of the Golden Form.
And in the year since, he had forged that raw, chaotic state into something solid, polished, and unyielding.
Now, driven by wrath so deep it seemed carved into his very blood, Frieza forced his ki to erupt beyond reason.
But suddenly, Frieza’s power stopped swelling.
The black lightning froze mid-crackle, then fizzled away into nothing.
His chest heaved, his golden aura flickering unsteadily. The Emperor’s fury twisted inward, collapsing into humiliation and raw self-loathing.
“Damn it… is this really all I amount to?!”
He clenched his trembling fists. At this level, he could never overcome Super Broly. And yet, what choice did he have?
Hatred blazing in his crimson eyes, Frieza resolved to fight to the bitter end.
“Damn Saiyan… DIE at the hands of this King!!!”
With a roar, he rocketed into the sky, forcing every shred of his ki into a single, desperate Death Ball.
It was the same doomsday technique he had once hurled at Son Goku on Namek, the kind of attack meant not to defeat an enemy, but to annihilate everything in sight.
The colossal energy sphere formed in his palm, trembling violently, doubling in size in less than a second. Its unstable glow distorted the heavens themselves.
Frieza had completely lost his mind.
From the sidelines, Piccolo’s eyes widened in horror. His body stiffened, his instincts screaming at him to retreat.
The destructive pressure rolling off the sphere was suffocating.
Sweat traced down his temple. “Damn it… this lunatic will drag Earth down with him…”
If Broly survived the blast, that would be one thing. But if he dodged, Earth was finished.
Piccolo’s heart raced. “Goku! Vegeta! What the hell are you two waiting for?!”
And then, as Frieza hurled the massive sphere toward the earth, space itself seemed to bend.
The glaciers below cracked and melted into furious tides. The very air screamed under the weight of destruction.
But before the Death Ball could plummet, a silhouette appeared, so casually it was as if he had always been there.
A single tap landed on Frieza’s shoulder.
“Hey, Frieza,” came a calm voice, utterly unshaken by the apocalyptic chaos around them, “you’re overreacting a little, don’t you think?”
Frieza’s body jolted in shock. He spun around,
And froze.
A stranger in a sleeveless vest stood before him, radiating an aura that was both alien and unmistakably familiar.
His face carried the insufferable confidence of Son Goku… and the unbearable arrogance of Vegeta.
Recognition struck like a dagger.
“This… this is, ” Frieza’s voice cracked with disbelief. “A fusion?! You dare make a fool of me?!”
But the stranger only smiled faintly.
“Name’s Gogeta.”
Then, without another word, Gogeta’s hair ignited in blazing gold, his eyes sharpening into the emerald glare of a Super Saiyan.
BOOM!
A tidal wave of energy burst outward, shaking the very atmosphere. Frieza’s own ki trembled and shrank in comparison.
In a single instant, the Emperor of the Universe stood paralyzed, staring at a power that was multiplying before his eyes, growing sharper, heavier, and impossibly beyond his reach.
Impossible to see through!
Lightning crawled across Gogeta’s body as his aura flared even brighter, he had ascended into Super Saiyan 2.
“Frieza,” he said coldly, “I don’t have time to play with you right now.”
In the blink of an eye, Gogeta vanished. Zwoop! Instant Transmission placed him directly in front of Frieza’s unstable Death Ball.
He lifted one finger,
Flick.
The titanic sphere of destruction instantly reversed course, rocketing into the sky. It tore through the atmosphere, vanishing into the void of space before exploding harmlessly in the distance.
Gogeta didn’t even look back. His eyes locked onto his true target, Super Broly.
A golden blur streaked across the heavens.
And then, the battle began.
Gogeta’s kick slammed square into Broly’s chest, the impact ringing like thunder. For the first time, the berserker staggered, real pain flashing across his wild eyes. The force sent Broly crashing downward like a meteor.
BOOOOM!
The earth shuddered, but before his body could fully strike, Broly roared and steadied himself, halting mid-air with sheer will and raw fury.
Then he lunged.
His fists tore forward in a storm of blows, each carrying monstrous power. Yet something was different, his attacks no longer reigned supreme.
And Gogeta? He didn’t dodge.
He met every strike head-on.
Fist against fist, kick against kick, their clashes split the very sky. Shockwaves rippled like tidal waves, the horizon blazing with gold.
The world itself seemed too small for their battle.
From the frozen ground to the highest clouds, their silhouettes crashed again and again, tearing the heavens apart.
Even Gogeta found himself marveling in silence. What a monster… this Saiyan’s strength is incredible.
But he couldn’t allow this to drag on.
A dazzling sphere of ki swirled into existence above his palm, colors shifting in prismatic brilliance; no single shade could define it. It was as though the universe itself had been condensed into light.
Gogeta raised the energy above his head with both hands, his aura howling like a storm.
He was going to finish it.
Broly’s instincts screamed at him. Though madness burned in his eyes, he was not a fool. Between his massive hands, a chaotic, pulsing bomb of energy burst forth, snarling with destructive power.
And then,
They moved as one.
Two titanic forces hurled forward at the exact same instant.
BOOOOOOMMMMM!!!
The heavens split apart. Light swallowed everything. The entire world trembled.
And in that instant, reality itself seemed to change.
(End of Chapter)
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