Relaxation.
Lisette drained every ounce of tension from her body, discarding any unnecessary strain. She visualized herself as a hollow vessel, removing anything that might obstruct the flow of force.
From that state, she drove her foot into the ground. Bypassing any wind-up or telegraphing motion, she hit her maximum velocity instantly. It was a speed that didn't even leave an afterimage—a movement indistinguishable from teleportation that delivered her silently into King Cold's blind spot.
"!?"
King Cold moved to intercept, but his arm was swatted aside by one of Lisette's orbiting support blasts. With his chest wide open, Lisette pressed her palm against his sternum.
Starting from that position, she triggered a chain reaction. She accelerated the force through twenty-seven different joints—heels, knees, hips, back, shoulders, arms, and wrists—linking them in a sequence that generated a level of acceleration far beyond a standard strike.
Even a normal human martial artist with a power level of ten might break the sound barrier if they perfected this technique. When executed with Lisette's divine physical stats, the resulting strike surpassed the speed of light itself.
The Joint-Link Palm Strike.
The shockwave tore through King Cold's chest, her ki saturating his internal organs. She targeted his heart with surgical precision. Lisette had no interest in making this fight "exciting," nor did she intend to let it drag on. Letting a monster who could blow up the planet with a single finger have a moment of leisure would be the height of stupidity.
She would give him nothing.
(Target locked—the heart.)
She channeled her energy into the organ and detonated it.
King Cold collapsed, coughing up a fountain of purple blood. Lisette, who had already shifted her position, stood over him without a single drop of gore staining her white dress.
The battle had ended before it truly began.
It was a pathetic, simple conclusion for the man who had reigned as the Emperor of the Universe. This was the first time in his long life that King Cold had ever been knocked down.
He couldn't fathom it. How could a mere "God" of a backwater planet possess such incomprehensible power? Earthlings were a weak race with an average power level of less than five. Even a mutant among them shouldn't exceed a hundred. A God for such a race should have been impressive at three hundred.
But this woman's power—even by a conservative estimate—had just floored a man with a power level of two hundred million in a single blow. She was an anomaly that defied the logic of the universe.
"Gah... huff...! Y-You...!"
"You're still breathing? I destroyed your heart," Lisette noted, her voice cold. "Your biological tenacity truly is on another level."
Lisette flicked her finger. The orbiting orbs of light transformed into glowing chains, binding King Cold's arms and legs.
As stated before: she would give him nothing. Even on the verge of death, a man of his caliber could destroy the Earth just by slamming his fist into the ground. She pulled his limbs taut, pinning him to the earth in a spread-eagle position.
Then, she manifested a white blade and leveled it at his throat.
"W-Wait...!" Cold wheezed. "Please... show mercy... I-I was wrong... I won't touch this planet... I swear... spare me..."
Cold discarded every ounce of pride, begging for his life like a common coward. He had been born strong. He had never struggled, never known an equal, and never faced a true enemy. Because he had never known adversity, he was incredibly brittle.
He had forgotten that this entire encounter was being broadcast to the galaxy on his own orders. The universe watched as the "Great King" screamed for his life.
The irony was staggering. He had set this stage to display the Goddess's "pathetic end." Instead, the lead actress had become the director, and he had been cast as the victim.
The play was titled "The Execution." The protagonist realized his end was near, groveled in the dirt, lost his dignity, and was killed anyway. It was a tragedy of the lowest order, and he was the one starring in it.
The director had changed, but the script remained the same.
"I'm sure you wouldn't," Lisette said softly. "The dead can't touch anything."
"W-Wait—!"
Lisette launched the sword with her telekinesis. The blade spun once in the air to build momentum before slicing through King Cold's torso.
The chains tightened, dragging the remains of the King high into the atmosphere.
Detonation.
She reduced King Cold to cosmic dust. Without a backward glance, she turned her attention to the rest of the Frieza Force. The soldiers stood frozen, paralyzed by the sight of their invincible master's clinical execution.
Lisette waved her arm.
"Mortes innumerabilia, ibi. (Let there be deaths without number.)"
A flash of light swept through the ranks of the soldiers. Using her psychic power, she forced their brains and hearts to stop simultaneously. They collapsed in silence, their bodies littering the landscape.
Against a being like Lisette, numbers were a fantasy. If the gap in power was large enough, "combat" wasn't even necessary. She could simply reach into their bodies and flip the "off" switch.
She trained to fight those stronger than her, but she was also the ultimate executioner of the weak.
Yamcha and the others could only watch, swallowing hard. They had nothing to say.
***
"N-No... Papa!"
"Phew! Way to go, Lisette! You've gotten even stronger, haven't you?" Goku cheered.
"I can't sense her power, but she's definitely sharpened her edge," Piccolo added.
Frieza was speechless. His father was stronger than his own cybernetic form, yet he had been dismantled with terrifying ease. Frieza realized that with that woman on the field, his chances of victory were zero.
Had Frieza been able to sense ki, he might have realized this before coming to Earth. If he had known that the woman had killed a transformed Cooler (whose power was 470 million), he would have known that his "upgraded" 150 million was a joke. But Frieza had no way of knowing, and any subordinate who tried to tell him Cooler was stronger would have been executed on the spot.
So, he had walked blindly into checkmate.
"Hah! What's wrong, Frieza? Things not going according to plan?" Turles taunted.
"Grr... shut up! You're nothing but filth!"
"Oh? 'Filth,' is it? That's cold. Maybe... maybe I can make you listen this way?"
Turles smirked, clenching his fists. His aura shifted, his hair standing on end. A golden light flickered around him, pushing him into the state of a Pseudo-Super Saiyan. It was the same bridge Goku had crossed before his final awakening.
"W-What!?"
Frieza, Goku, and even Vegeta were stunned. This was an awakening no one had predicted.
Turles was checking the boxes:
Combat Power: He reached the 3 million threshold on Namek.
Calm Heart: Life on Earth and his friendship with Suno had nurtured his S-Cells.
Rage: This was the easy part.
Turles had felt rage every day of his life. Since the day Planet Vegeta was erased—since the day Bardockand Gine were murdered—he had carried a burning hatred for the man who stole his family.
He had the qualification. He had the key. Now, he just needed to turn it. He had stepped aside for Kakarot on Namek because he was too weak to act. But not today. Today, he would settle it himself.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Turles roared, and his hair snapped into a brilliant, permanent gold. A shockwave tore through the area as the legendary warrior was born.
Gold hair. Teal eyes. There was no mistaking it.
"There's more than one Super Saiyan in the galaxy... and you're looking at the second one."
"N-No... impossible... even you...?"
"Checkmate," Turles said.
He blurred forward, driving an elbow into Frieza's cheek. He followed up with a punch to the gut, the shockwave rattling Frieza's cybernetic frame. Frieza tried to swing back, but Turles was a blur.
He appeared behind Frieza, locked him in a full nelson, and hammered his knees into the tyrant's back before launching him into the air. He reappeared above Frieza, delivering a Double Sledgehammer that sent the cyborg screaming into the dirt.
"You monkey!!"
Frieza went into a frenzy. He leapt into the air and held his hand high. It seemed the tendency to try and blow up the world when cornered was a family trait. He began forming a Super Nova, intending to erase Turles and the planet together.
Turles didn't dodge. He gathered all his energy into his right fist and smirked. In that moment, Frieza saw a ghost—the image of a Saiyan who had defied him years ago.
"...This is where the cycle ends," Turles whispered.
His voice overlapped with the phantom of Bardock.
"For the fate of Bardock... for the fate of Gine..."
Goku and the others stayed back. They realized this was a personal blood debt. They would let Turles have his justice.
"For your fate...!"
Frieza felt a terrifying sense of deja vu. The only difference was that this time, he was facing a Super Saiyan. No, I am the strongest! he told himself, pouring more power into the sun-like orb.
"AND FOR MY OWN FATE TOO! THIS IS THE END!!"
Turles unleashed his ultimate move: the Final Spirit Cannon.
It was the same blue-white energy orb Bardock had used in his final stand. The blue light collided with the red fireball. In the past, the blue had been swallowed. But today, the blue radiance was an unstoppable tide, pushing the Super Nova back toward its creator.
"I-Impossible...! I am Frieza...! I cannot be defeated by a... low-class... monkey...!"
"GO TO HELL, FRIEZA!!"
The blast swallowed the tyrant. As the energy consumed him, Frieza's final vision was that of Bardock—the man he thought he had killed long ago—reaching out to claim his soul.
Frieza was reduced to atoms.
***
On this day, the universe was truly liberated.
Even with their empire in decline, the names Cold and Frieza had been a shadow over the stars. But their deaths had been broadcast to every corner of the galaxy.
Resistance movements erupted on every planet. Revolutionary armies formed, hunting down the remnants of the Frieza Force. Zarbon, the young and "eternally beautiful" CEO of the goddess's fan club, led the charge with his private army. He appeared on countless battlefields, wearing his fur coat and sunglasses, basking in the cheers of his supporters as he dismantled the empire he once served.
The planets that had once profited from Frieza's planet-trade business were designated as "Grade 1 Interstellar Criminals" by the Galactic Patrol. Some were even hit with "Extinction Bombs."
But the true turning point was the intervention of the Namekians. They had been revived by Earth's Dragon Balls and were now living on a new world. They weren't usually warriors, but they were deeply angry about what had been done to their home.
Zarbon had a bit of a diplomatic crisis with them at first, but he managed to talk his way out of it. He blamed everything on Dodoria and claimed he was only following orders until the "Goddess" opened his eyes. The Namekians, being far too kind for their own good, forgave him.
And then, they brought out the big guns.
"Porunga! Delete every weapon held by the Frieza Force!"
[GRANTED]
"Porunga! Delete all their food supplies!"
[GRANTED]
"Porunga! Delete all their fuel and materials and turn their bases into empty fields!"
[GRANTED]
It was a total massacre. The Frieza Force remnants tried to fight, but it's hard to win a war when your guns vanish, your food disappears, and your base is suddenly a meadow. The Namekians had weaponized their Dragon to bring the empire to its knees.
The "Goddess" became a figure of eternal legend. Millions of people prayed to her every day, unaware that she was just a girl on Earth who liked to hit things as part of her training.
Meanwhile, Zarbon absorbed what was left of King Cold's assets. He became the majority shareholder of the universe's economy. He established several competitors to the Galactic Patrol, effectively making the "Galactic King" a figurehead while he pulled the strings.
History would remember him as Super Galactic King Zarbon.
***
End of Volume 1
Zarbon: Power Level 30,000 $\rightarrow$ 400,000 (Base). Currently the richest and most influential man in history.
Turles: Super Saiyan. Living in Jingle Village, growing apples.
Lisette: Divine God. Currently the most worshipped entity in the galaxy.
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