Super Saiyan Goku Vs. Final Form 100% Full Power Frieza
The sky rumbled over a ruined valley. Winds howled around shattered ridgelines and smoking craters. In the center of it all, two auras blazed: one cold and cruel, the other golden and incandescent.
Frieza's lip curled. "So this is the legend," he hissed, muscles swelling as his body tightened into its full-power frame. Veins rose along his arms; his Ki spiked like a siren. "I'll erase it… like I erased your race."
Goku didn't answer. Gold fire hissed around him, hair a living flame, eyes the color of clear ice. He stepped once—stone cracked—and vanished.
Frieza's pupils pinpricked. Fast—
A fist buried itself in his jaw. He pinwheeled across the ground, tore through a mesa, and exploded out the far side in a storm of dust and rock. Goku was already waiting, heel dropping. Frieza crossed his forearms in time to block—but the shockwave flattened a line of forest behind him.
"Gh—!" Frieza's boots skidded furrows into the bedrock.
He fired a Death Beam point-blank.
Goku tilted his head. The beam carved a line through the clouds and kept going, harmless. Goku's backhand followed, sending Frieza tumbling into the sea with a geysering splash.
Under the Waves
Silence… then the ocean bulged. A white streak tore through the water. Frieza launched up, face twisted, palms blazing.
Goku met him midair, still calm. A quick exchange—elbow, knee, parry, heel—too fast to track, each clash cracking thunder. Frieza roared and unleashed a volley of Death Beams, a machine-gun hail that stitched the sky. Goku weaved through them as if they were rain, answered with a single open-palmed blast that hurled Frieza into the surf again.
Vegeta's lifeless body lay meters away. Nappa and Raditz sprawled near him, broken. Krillin and Piccolo had already fallen. Rudra bled into the dust, unmoving.
Goku's gaze hardened. He pointed upward—get up.
Frieza obliged. Hovering, he rolled his shoulders with a sick grin. "Amusing. You dodge well. Let's see you dodge this."
Full Power, Full Malice
Ki detonated off Frieza in a dome that shredded the clouds. His frame swelled another fraction—100% and climbing. He blurred, appearing at Goku's back with a two-handed hammerfist.
It landed.
The ground cratered for half a mile. Goku slid to a knee, caught himself, and rose—unhurt. Golden aura flared, brighter.
Frieza clicked his tongue. "Fine. I'll tear your planet apart first."
He lifted one finger to the heavens. Space itself seemed to gather above his palm—matter dragged from the air, light pulled into a vicious knot. A blinding sphere of Ki bloomed, thick as a fortress tower. Frieza grinned and drove it down into the earth.
The orb speared the crust. Shockwaves hurled dust for miles; the ground bucked like a ship at sea. Deep beneath them, something groaned.
"In five minutes," Frieza said, savoring the words, "this world will be a cinder."
Goku's jaw tightened. "Then I end this in four."
He vanished again.
The Even Match
Now it was close-quarters—pure technique, pure will. Frieza, at last, matched Goku's speed. Their strikes became afterimages: fists clipping jaws, knees into ribs, tails and forearms and heels, each impact a clap that rippled the sky. Mountains split. The sea heaved and crashed against new cliffs.
Frieza feinted high and slammed a palm into Goku's chest—flash of light—an explosive blast that hurled the Saiyan through a rock spine. Goku burst out of the dust, countered with a golden Kamehameha fired at near-zero range. Frieza threw up a guard and was driven across the horizon, skipping like a stone over the ocean before he buried his heels and stopped, steam rolling off his frame.
He panted, rage pushing through his composure. "You—monkey."
Goku's aura crackled. "You're strong. But this ends here—before everyone you killed dies for nothing."
Frieza's smile returned—too calm. "Ends? No. It changes."
The Death Saucers
He raised his hands. Two thin, razor-edged wheels of Ki spun into existence, screeching as they carved the air itself. They were small—no larger than shields—but their edges hissed like sawblades touching stone.
Frieza flicked his wrists. The discs screamed at Goku.
Goku sprang aside. The first disk bit through a mountain; the top half slid slowly and then crashed down. The second turned in a deadly arc and chased Goku like a starving hawk.
Goku dodged again, again. The disks curved, homed, would not stop. Frieza laughed and called out, "They'll follow until you're mince. Try not to trip, Saiyan."
Goku flared higher and ran the sky, baiting the saucers, weaving them between spires and ridges. The discs sliced anything that dared stand between them and their target: stone, steel, air. Goku stopped on a dime midair—then dropped. The two discs crossed each other with a metallic shriek.
They wheeled and chased anew.
"Come on," Goku murmured, eyes like ice. He shot straight for Frieza.
Frieza bared his teeth and charged to meet him, certain, savage.
At the last instant, Goku blinked past Frieza.
The tyrant whipped around—too late. The first disc screamed toward him. He threw himself down; it skimmed his back and took a chunk from his shoulder. He snarled—and the second disc scythed through his tail tip. The severed piece fell, sparking.
Frieza's face twitched. "You… you dare—"
Goku hovered behind him, steady. "Call them off."
"Never."
Goku's aura rose again, golden lashes snapping like banners in a storm. "Then learn from your own tricks."
He shot away. The discs pivoted and chased. Frieza followed, cursing, bleeding, fury-drunk.
Clock Ticks, Earth Groans
The ground spasmed again. Fissures split through the valley. Rivers foamed and turned direction; trees toppled. The air tasted of ozone and dust. Far over the horizon, cities wailed with sirens. Kami's temple shuddered on its pillar of sky.
On the battlefield, Rudra's chest barely rose. A smear of crimson marked where Frieza's beam had entered him, but something—faint, nearly imperceptible—thrummed at his core, like a thread refusing to break.
Goku sensed none of it. He kept the discs in motion, turning them tighter and tighter, until their arcs boxed Frieza in. At the last moment he stopped dead and dropped again.
Frieza's eyes widened. The closer disc shrieked toward his neck. He threw an arm up—sparks screamed as the edge shaved along his forearm and tore flesh. He howled and finally slammed both palms forward, detonating Ki in a blast that shattered both saucers into splinters of light.
Silence. Then Frieza's shoulders rose and fell, breath harsh. Rage shook him. "I've had enough."
The Planet-Killing Gambit
He lifted both hands—and this time the sphere he summoned was darker, denser, as if it dragged the night into itself. His aura whipped the ground into cyclones. Goku's eyes narrowed. "Another death ball…"
Frieza smirked and launched it straight down. The earth swallowed it like a meteor swallowing itself; a deep, terrible sound rolled up from the world's bones.
"Tick-tock," Frieza said, voice almost sweet. "Three minutes."
Goku didn't wait. "KAAAA—"
Frieza exploded forward. "—ME—"
Their fists met in the middle, and the shockwave turned the sky white. Frieza hooked a knee into Goku's gut; Goku barely moved. He hammered a hook into Frieza's ribs; the tyrant's eyes bulged. "—HA—"
Frieza spat blood and a beam in the same motion. Goku's palm opened into the light. "—ME—"
Golden energy bloomed. Frieza screamed and braced both arms. The Kamehameha hurled him half a mile, buried him in a canyon, and blew the walls out.
Goku hovered, chest rising and falling once. "Stand up."
Frieza did. He was trembling now—full power strained to hold its shape, muscles shaking, breath ragged—but his grin was still there, feral and unwilling to die. "You're… finished… when this planet goes. You can't save them all."
Goku's gaze slid over the bodies of his friends, over the broken valley, over the horizon where cities quaked. His voice went quiet and iron-hard. "I only need to save one thing: the future."
The Last Exchange (For Now)
They met again—no tricks, no games. Goku's blows hammered clean through Frieza's guard. Frieza landed one heavy counter, then another, but the golden aura only snarled brighter; Goku refused to yield even an inch.
Frieza's composure cracked. He screamed and gathered everything, everything, into a single beam—a column of violet-white rage that ripped a chasm through the sky as it fell.
Goku slid his feet apart, set his stance, and answered with his own—short, sharp, blinding. The beams collided. The planet trembled. The oceans drew back from their shores.
For a heartbeat, balance.
Then Goku's power climbed—a notch, then another. The golden light devoured the purple, swallowed it whole, and chased it back down Frieza's throat. The tyrant tore free, burned and staggering, chest heaving.
His eyes were different now. There was fear in them.
The ground jolted again—harder. Rocks rose and hovered, quivering. Heat pulsed up from below like the planet had a fever.
"Two minutes," Frieza rasped, voice cracking. "If I'm going down, I'll take this mudball with me."
Goku's aura calmed to a steady, terrifying glow. "No. This ends before that."
He vanished.
Frieza spun—too slow. A fist crashed into his cheek. The world flipped. He tried to right himself—another blow folded him in half. A third sent him skipping across the ground, carving trenches with his face. He stopped, shuddering, and pushed to his knees.
Goku hovered above him, haloed in gold, breathing even. "Stand. Or stay down."
Frieza's answer was a handful of wild beams—hissing, desperate lines of light. Goku batted them aside like sparks from a campfire.
The tyrant's voice broke into a snarl. "I AM LORD FRIEZA!"
He lunged.
Goku met him, palms open.
They locked there, muscles straining, a corona of gold and white screaming between their hands. For an instant they were statues carved from fury.
Then Goku's eyes narrowed—just a hair.
Frieza slid backward a step. Then two. His heels carved smoking furrows.
And for the first time, Frieza yielded.
He tore free, panting, and leapt skyward, gathering power again, already reaching for another trick.
Goku watched him go, jaw set.
The clock ticked, unheard.
To be continued…