Few Hours Ago, Before The Arrival Of The Rudra....
The battlefield reeked of ash and blood. Shattered craters stretched endlessly, reminders of the chaos Frieza had unleashed. Vegeta staggered to his feet, his Saiyan armor cracked and smeared with dirt. His pride burned hotter than his wounds.
Frieza stood with arms behind his back, tail lazily swaying. His face wore that infuriating smirk, the kind that mocked existence itself.
"You Saiyans truly never learn," Frieza said coldly. "Your race was wiped out for a reason. And yet here you are, still clinging to delusions of strength."
Vegeta's eyes blazed. His body trembled not from fear, but from defiance.
"Kaiō-Ken!" he roared.
His aura erupted in a fiery red blaze, multiplying his power several times over. The ground beneath him cracked, unable to withstand the surge. For the first time, Vegeta felt as though he could match the tyrant before him.
Frieza's smirk didn't waver.
Vegeta shot forward, fists crashing into Frieza's torso. Blow after blow landed—punches, kicks, and energy bursts so intense they warped the air. Frieza barely moved, his body absorbing the flurry like a mountain standing against the wind.
Vegeta's grin widened. "Ha! You're not so terrifying after all, Frieza. This power—my power—it's more than enough to crush you!"
For a moment, he believed his words. For a moment, the Saiyan Prince thought destiny had finally bowed to him.
Frieza sighed, shaking his head.
"Overconfidence is such an ugly trait. Allow me to correct your misunderstanding."
His body glowed, shrinking slightly, his form becoming sleek and terrifyingly perfect. His final form emerged with a surge of energy so oppressive it felt as though the planet itself would collapse.
Vegeta froze, the heat draining from his veins. His fists lowered, his aura flickering uncertainly.
Frieza raised a single finger. "Power level: ten million."
The words dropped like thunder. Silence followed—broken only by the collective gasp of every warrior on the battlefield.
"Ten… million?" Raditz whispered, his tail coiling tightly around his waist.
"Impossible," Nappa muttered, sweat pouring down his bald head.
Even Goku, breathing heavily, felt his stomach twist. "Ten million…?"
Frieza's grin widened. "Now, let us test how long you gnats can endure."
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The Saiyans' Defiance
Vegeta roared and charged again, pride refusing to yield. Raditz and Nappa followed, and even Goku clenched his fists, stepping forward. Their combined aura lit the battlefield like a storm.
Four Saiyans against one tyrant.
Their fists and blasts rained down in unison, shaking the skies. The ground cracked, mountains split, oceans churned. For a fleeting second, it seemed as though their unity might hold weight.
But Frieza moved with terrifying ease.
A flick of his wrist sent Nappa flying into a mountain, blood spraying from his mouth. A casual elbow broke Raditz's ribs, dropping him to his knees. With a blur of speed, Frieza sidestepped Vegeta's desperate punch and drove his tail into the prince's gut, sending him crashing into the dirt.
Goku held out the longest, his blows fierce, his will unshakable. But Frieza caught his fist mid-strike, smirking.
"Your spirit is commendable, Saiyan," Frieza sneered. "But spirit without power is nothing."
With a flick, he hurled Goku into the ground.
The battlefield lay in ruins. The four Saiyans, battered and broken, struggled to rise. Frieza hadn't even broken a sweat.
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Reinforcements Arrive
"Goku! Vegeta!" a voice shouted.
Two figures descended from the sky—Piccolo and Krillin. Both bore determination etched across their faces. Though they had felt the weight of Frieza's ki, though fear gnawed at their souls, they refused to stand by.
Piccolo landed beside Goku, eyes narrowing at Frieza. "We fight together. No more holding back."
Krillin clenched his fists, his ki flaring wildly despite his trembling legs. "We can't let him win. Not here. Not ever."
For a moment, hope flickered again.
They launched forward, Piccolo blasting a hellzone grenade while Krillin slashed through the air with Destructo Discs. The Saiyans joined in, their weakened forms pushing through agony to lend what strength remained.
The battlefield lit with combined fury—blasts, strikes, and screams echoing into the heavens.
But Frieza laughed.
He blurred through the attacks, weaving effortlessly, his grin widening with every passing second.
"Pathetic."
In a single motion, he vanished and reappeared behind Piccolo. His hand pierced clean through the Namekian's chest.
"PICCOLO!" Goku's scream tore through the air as the green warrior collapsed, lifeless.
Before grief could even take hold, Frieza flicked his wrist. A beam of death pierced Krillin's body. The human's eyes widened in shock, and with a final gasp, his body fell limp.
The battlefield fell silent again, save for the cruel laughter of the tyrant.
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The Breaking Point
Goku's vision blurred. His body shook—not from pain, but from something deeper. Rage.
His aura exploded, fire-like waves of ki rising around him. The ground cracked beneath his feet as his power skyrocketed.
"Five… million…" his scouter-broken enemies whispered in disbelief.
Goku's roar split the heavens as his power surged, his muscles bulging, his hair whipping wildly in the energy storm. But still… he did not transform. The legendary form he had never even conceived remained locked away, slumbering within.
He didn't understand. He only knew rage.
"FRIEZA!" Goku bellowed, charging forward with fury unmatched. His strikes shook the battlefield, every blow echoing with desperation.
For a moment, Frieza's smirk faltered under the intensity of the attack. But only for a moment.
Frieza's counterattack was merciless.
A single brutal punch crashed into Goku's gut. Pain exploded through his body, his roar cut short. Blood spilled from his lips as his knees buckled.
Another strike to his spine dropped him face-first into the dirt.
"Foolish Saiyan," Frieza sneered, his tail flicking dismissively. "Did you truly believe raw anger alone could bridge the gap between us?"
Goku lay trembling, his body refusing to rise. The five million power level had not been enough. Fury had not been enough.
And as Frieza's shadow loomed over him, the realization spread across every warrior's heart: this was despair.
The tyrant had broken them.