Kapitel 128: Chapter 128 – The Prince of All Saiyans

Ajax believed it was over—but he couldn't have been more mistaken.

If this had been the full extent of what Vegeta could accomplish, it wouldn't have been capable of shocking the Gods!

In fact, Vegeta was far from finished.

With another earth-shaking roar, his Life Ki surged anew, obliterating any doubts that his earlier transformation had reached its peak. His will blazed hotter than ever, with a ferocity that could not be contained by the confines of a mere False Super Saiyan state.

Once again, reality bent to his fury, and a new miracle was forged in the heat of his wrath.

The golden aura around him erupted like a supernova, swelling to twice its size and brilliance. The light it radiated was so bright it was nearly impossible to look at directly. The crater beneath Vegeta yawned wider and deeper, the ground disintegrating as though it were wax melting under a flame. Then, with a crackling snap, arcs of blue lightning began to dance around the golden blaze.

Vegeta's hair, already wild in its spiked state, seemed to sharpen further. However, it remained unmistakably black—a dark crown atop his golden form.

Ajax had already been awed by Vegeta's earlier transformation, but now? Now, he was stunned—no, utterly floored. While the others might see this as just another spike in Vegeta's power, Ajax's deeper understanding allowed him to theorize what was happening.

And the conclusion he reached was that Vegeta must be having a "My Bulma" moment.

Because that intensified golden energy and that crackling blue lightning—those were all unmistakable characteristics of a Super Saiyan 2 aura!

Could this even be considered the False Super Saiyan state anymore?

Indeed, Vegeta had attained a level of power that defied reason. It was a feat that shouldn't have been possible, not in his condition—not when moments ago he was exhausted and mortally wounded. Perhaps not even Toronbo could have worked such wonders in these circumstances!

However, as with all things in the universe, such power did not come without cost. There was a price for the strain of forcing his body to channel strength far beyond its natural limits.

It was a debt Vegeta remained unaware of, one that would reveal itself in due course. But for now, the Saiyan Prince was oblivious to the consequences, utterly consumed by the very rage that had driven him to this state.

Back on the battlefield, the impact of this transformation could not be understated. For the third time in his life, Frieza was struck speechless. His crimson eyes widened as he stared at the golden maelstrom before him, his tail twitching in an involuntary show of unease.

His gaze shifted from the blazing inferno of energy to the man at its core.

Vegeta, suspended as though gravity dared not touch him, released a scream so raw and furious it seemed to rattle the planet itself. His aura roared, crackling with blue lightning that lashed out unpredictably in all directions. And his eyes—those featureless, pure white eyes—were entirely devoid of reason or rationality.

Vegeta looked possessed.

"What... what is this?!" Frieza's words were lost beneath the deafening roar of energy, so no answer came. But a suspicion began to take root—he had an idea of exactly what Vegeta had become.

But there was no time.

Any thoughts Frieza had were instantly erased as Vegeta's body abruptly materialized in front of him and drove a fist into his cheek with enough force to shatter mountains. The blow sent Frieza flying backward in a blur, blood and a lone tooth spiraling from his mouth.

The stars had barely begun to dance in his vision when Vegeta was there—somehow already in front of him mid-flight, moving at a speed Frieza couldn't defend against.

What followed was a messy and chaotic onslaught. Vegeta's body attacked with wild abandon, raining down punches, kicks, headbutts, and even savage clawing strikes.

Vegeta's movements were utterly unrecognizable. His attacks lacked finesse, lacked strategy, lacked skill, and lacked anything resembling any battle style. Gone was the cold, proud warrior known for his ruthless efficiency. In his place was something unhinged, feral—a mad berserker consumed entirely by rage and bloodlust.

This wasn't a Vegeta anyone could recognize.

This was raw, unrestrained savagery—the inherent instinct of a beast.

But then again, who could claim that Beasts and Berserkers were weak?

Vegeta's violence continued. His nails ripped into Frieza's bio-armor, his fists hammered against ribs, and his feet struck wherever they could against the tyrant's body. Vegeta's body wasn't fighting to defeat Frieza—it was fighting to maim, to kill, to utterly obliterate until there was nothing left of his foe.

As the victim, Frieza was left scrambling to defend himself. A cough racked his chest as he glanced upward, desperation flickering almost imperceptibly in his crimson eyes. What he saw sent a shiver down his spine.

Vegeta's eyes—those once sharp, pride-filled eyes—were now pure white, devoid of pupils, and drained of all reason. In them, Frieza saw nothing but bloodlust and a singular, all-consuming desire to kill him.

Then came the teeth.

Vegeta's body lunged forward, his jaws snapping dangerously close to Frieza's throat with the intent of tearing it out. It was a move so barbaric, so savage, that even Frieza felt a spike of…something. Frieza twisted sharply at the last possible moment, narrowly avoiding the vicious bite, but the feral Saiyan left him no chance to recover.

With zero hesitation, Vegeta's body immediately slammed his forehead into Frieza's with maximum force. Pain detonated in Frieza's skull, his vision spinning wildly as the impact sent him crashing downward with enough force to crater the earth.

Through the rising haze, Vegeta descended like a comet, slammed into the tyrant's prone form, and straddled him, pinning him to the ground.

In any other context, such a position might have drawn jeers, lewd commentary, or whispers of scandal. But here, at this moment, there was no mistaking Vegeta's intent.

Vegeta's hands, wreathed with the fierce glow of his golden aura, rose high above his head. With an animalistic roar, he brought them crashing down onto Frieza's chest like an enraged silverback gorilla.

Frieza barely had time to respond. In a frantic attempt to protect himself, his arms shot up in a defensive cross over his chest. But it meant nothing to Vegeta. The Saiyan's blank, white eyes held no recognition, no acknowledgment of Frieza's feeble guard.

Again and again, Vegeta's fists came down like sledgehammers, relentless and merciless. Each strike targeted the same bruised spot on Frieza's chest where Ajax's final strike had landed.

Boom.

Boom!

BOOM!

BOOM!!

The boom of each impact grew progressively louder, sounding like cannon fire, while the immense force behind each strike pushed Frieza further into the depths of the crater.

Desperate to turn the tide, Frieza finally lashed out. His fist shot upward and buried itself into the gaping wound in Vegeta's stomach—a cruel strike intended to exploit a crippling vulnerability. But the reaction he anticipated never came.

Vegeta's body didn't flinch. He didn't groan, gasp, or even acknowledge the attack. It was as if the pain didn't exist, or perhaps he no longer registered it. His rage-filled, unseeing eyes remained locked on Frieza, and with another snarl, his fists descended again.

The next blow landed with even greater ferocity, and this time, the absence of one of Frieza's arms significantly weakened his defense. His remaining arm was driven into his chest, causing it to cave in slightly under the immense force.

The dark bruise on Frieza's chest immediately spread like spilled ink as a flood of blood burst from his mouth.

Before Frieza could recover, another strike was already descending. But Frieza, pushed to the brink, unleashed a roar himself. His aura erupted in a massive Kiai, and the shockwave of energy blasted Vegeta away.

Though Vegeta was sent spinning chaotically, he quickly regained control, stabilizing mid-air as his golden aura blazed brighter. With a deafening sonic boom, he immediately shot forward again, charging back at his mortal foe.

At this time, Frieza had already scrambled back to his feet, although his eyes remained locked warily on Vegeta.

"Stay down, you damned monkey!" Frieza spat. With blinding speed, he raised a finger to fire a rapid barrage of Death Beams. The streaks of purple energy shot through the air, all aimed to halt Vegeta's advance or force him into retreat.

But Vegeta didn't retreat.

To Frieza's mounting dread, Vegeta didn't even dodge.

Vegeta's body charged forward in a straight line like a maddened bull seeing red, his trajectory completely unaffected by Frieza's assault. The Death Beams hit their mark, burning through his body and leaving behind smoldering holes, but they might as well have been raindrops for all the good they did in slowing him down.

Which is to say, absolutely jack shit.

Given the circumstances, Frieza's disbelief was quite understandable. "What are you?!" he hissed, panic slipping into his voice.

But in the blink of an eye, Vegeta was already upon him. A hand shot out, gripped his tail, and dug mercilessly into the raw, bloody bite mark Goku had left behind. Frieza barely had time to wince in pain before he was yanked upward off his feet.

And as they say, what goes up must come down.

With a thunderous roar, Vegeta's body swung Frieza by the tail and smashed him into the ground with absolute earth-shattering force. The impact carved out a massive crater, sending debris flying like shrapnel. But Vegeta didn't stop there—he heaved Frieza up again and smashed him down, over and over, each strike shaking the battlefield.

When the brutal abuse finally stopped and Frieza's crimson eyes fluttered open, it was met with the horrifying sight of Vegeta towering over him, jaws wide and teeth glinting in the golden glow of his aura as he prepared to lunge.

But before those savage teeth could find their mark, Frieza's hand lashed out with inhuman speed. One palm clamped over Vegeta's face, fingers digging into his temples and sealing his nose, while the other latched onto Vegeta's jaw, stopping it cold. Vegeta's incisors froze inches from Frieza's neck, ready to tear into flesh.

The scene could have been ripped straight from a zombie apocalypse.

Vegeta's body snarled viciously inches above Frieza's face. Thick, blood-tinged drool dribbled from his open mouth, splattering onto Frieza's neck and running down in sticky trails.

Despite his dire predicament, Frieza's lips curled in disgust.

Then, a sudden burst of searing heat erupted from between Vegeta's jaws. A deep purple orb laced with arcs of sinister black lightning crackled malevolently as it flickered to life. The sphere quickly expanded, its unstable edges hovering dangerously close to Frieza's face and mere millimeters from his fingers.

Frieza's eyes widened in genuine alarm. His instincts screamed of imminent danger, and without a second thought, his legs coiled beneath him like compressed springs. In one explosive motion, he slammed both feet into Vegeta's chest and launched the Saiyan Prince skyward.

The energy orb detonated in a violent eruption of dark purple and black. Vegeta, still ascending, was caught in the blast radius, his head snapping back from the force of the detonation. Smoke trailed from his face as he was thrown through the air.

Frieza wasn't spared either. The explosion struck him with enough power to send him skidding across the battlefield, his body rolling and bouncing uncontrollably before finally coming to a stop. Groaning, he clawed at the dirt as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, supported by his arms. Angry red welts throbbed painfully across his gleaming skin.

The acrid tang of smoke and scorched air assaulting his senses reminded him that the fight was far from over. Blinking rapidly to clear his vision, Frieza forced himself to focus. Slowly, his eyes adjusted.

Vegeta's body was already sprinting towards him at blinding speeds. His pupilless eyes glowed with hatred as blood gushed from his mangled lips. Half his face was burned away, exposing raw muscle and sinew beneath the charred remnants of skin. One arm bounced unnaturally at his side, its joint grotesquely twisted.

By all of Frieza's reasoning, Vegeta shouldn't even be alive. For goodness's sake, he could clearly see through each and every hole left by his Death Beams!

But not one of those injuries stopped Vegeta.

Frieza froze, left staring at Vegeta as he sprinted forward with that—that expression, even as his entrails spilled from his body. An icy shiver slithered up Frieza's spine and sunk like a lead weight in his stomach.

The unthinkable was happening: he, the Emperor of the Universe, was experiencing fear.

The last time Frieza had felt fear was before his father.

And Beerus.

Desperation overtook him. With a trembling hand, Frieza conjured a Death Ball and hurled it with all his might at Vegeta. He rushed to his feet, only to trip in his panic and land unceremoniously on his backside. With no time to spare, he clumsily scrambled backward on all fours, frantically trying to put distance between them.

But his fears were justified. Vegeta's body plowed straight through the Death Ball without hesitation. The scorching energy tore into him, burning through his side and obliterating part of his lungs. Yet, impossibly, Vegeta kept coming.

The remaining 200 meters vanished in an instant. In less than a heartbeat, Vegeta was upon him, towering over Frieza like a spirit of vengeance. Still sprawled on the ground, Frieza looked up just in time to see Vegeta plant his feet wide, twisting his entire core as he wound up for a punch.

At this one moment, despite the madness clouding his mind, Vegeta's form was flawless.

Then came the roar—full of hatred and fury. Vegeta's fist flew with unimaginable force, the air itself shrieking as it was torn apart. The high-pitched whistle of the wind preceded the deafening crack as Vegeta's fist slammed into Frieza's injured chest.

Snap!

The unmistakable crack of one of Frieza's ribs shattering echoed through the battlefield. Pain overwhelmed Frieza's senses as he crumpled inward and was sent tumbling. His form flipped violently, head over heels, before slamming into the ground with a heavy thud. Dust and debris billowed around him as his body rolled several more meters before skidding to a stop.

For a brief moment, the only sound was Frieza's groans as he struggled to steady himself. His tail twitched weakly as he hurriedly forced himself upright. He finally managed to push himself onto one knee, his claws digging into the dirt in an attempt to find balance.

Instinct took over. Frieza hunched defensively, arms curling tightly around himself to shield his vital areas. His crimson eyes darted frantically, scanning the haze for any sign of Vegeta, certain the Saiyan would already be upon him, ready to attack again.

The next blow never came.

In the distance, Vegeta came to an abrupt, jerking stop, his body swaying on its feet where he had unleashed his final, devastating punch. The blood flowing steadily from his countless wounds ran dry as his once-blazing golden aura flickered weakly and sputtered out into dim, ephemeral sparks.

His face was a caricature of fury, twisted into an expression so fierce it bordered on inhuman. His eyes stared ahead, still stripped of reason, recognition, or humanity.

Vegeta had shattered limits he once believed insurmountable, ascending to a level of power beyond anything he had dared to dream. But, for all that power, Vegeta was still a man, and every man had his limits.

He had reached his more than a minute ago.

In fact, Vegeta had died seconds after he transcended beyond the False Super Saiyan.

For the last minute, Vegeta's body had fought purely on instinct, driven by the final fury of a prideful soul—the fading embers of a will that refused to be extinguished.

His mind had long since been consumed by the abyss, claimed by the scythes of oblivion. His soul had already departed. Yet, his broken body had continued to fight, animated by an ego so immense, so fiercely burning, that it defied even the boundaries of mortality itself.

It was that ego—the unshakable conviction that he must rise, must fight, must triumph—that kept Vegeta's body moving long after he had died.

And it would continue to fight, resisting the inevitable, until every last ounce of energy was spent. It was only at this final moment, when his flesh had nothing left to give, when his Ki had run dry, and when his body had exhausted every last bit of strength, that at long last did it draw its final breath and fall still.

And then, silence.

By the time Frieza glanced upward, Vegeta's body was already growing cold.

In this battle, Vegeta had two promises he felt he must fulfill. The first was his declaration to the abyss: that he was the Prince of All Saiyans, the rightful heir to their legacy, and the bearer of their pride. The second, and more important, was an oath that he would not die kneeling before the tyrant who had subjugated him and his people for a lifetime.

Even in death, Vegeta had honored his promises.

At the time of his death, Vegeta had attained a level of power befitting of his former title. His strength, magnified by the incomplete transformation into what could best be described as the "Ascended False Super Saiyan" or "False Super Saiyan 2," had surpassed even Goku's Kaioken ×20.

For a brief, magnificent moment, Vegeta stood as the strongest Saiyan alive—a feat that, even by his own uncompromising standards, reaffirmed his worthiness to bear the title of "The Prince of All Saiyans!"

Yet, more than his power, it was his unbroken pride that had defined him in his final moments. To the bitter end, Vegeta had not yielded. He had not faltered, even as his body gave way. And he did not die kneeling before the tyrant who had tormented him all his life!

When the last breath escaped from his lungs, it was on his own terms—standing upright and tall on his own two feet!

In the end, it was not Frieza who killed Vegeta. No, the one who took Vegeta's life was none other than Vegeta himself!

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Power Levels:

Vegeta (Base): 620,000

Vegeta (Rage-Boost): ~ 2x Multiplier

Vegeta (False SS2 + Rage): ~90M - 100M

Frieza (75% Power): ~ 90M