Capítulo 78: Chapter 78: The Max Potential of the Crusher Force!
"However, it still isn't enough for me to step in just yet. My Crusher Force still has one trick up their sleeve they have yet to show you." Turles revealed. "If you can defeat them at their apex, I will grant you the privilege of challenging me. The Saiyan Emperor of Universe 7." Turles told him.
"For a simian parading around as emperor, you sure have quite the arrogance. Do you truly believe that I, Lord Frieza, will simply play along with your foolish games?!" Golden Frieza charged Turles.
Turles glanced at his dying soldiers. This glance was more than enough to shake them out of their funk and slowly force themselves to down a senzu bean. In no time at all, they were back in perfect health. "Combine." He ordered them as Frieza attacked him with all of his strength.
Frieza could cause some actual pain if he landed a hit on Turles, who was still in his base form. This wasn't necessarily bad news for Turles. He has hit a limit when it came to training partners, after unlocking his Evil Saiyan form. For a brief moment, he might as well use Frieza as a suitable training partner. Hopefully, he can survive the Crusher Force at their peak. From what he's seen, he should be able to. But a fight isn't always solely decided on power alone. If that were true, Dragon Ball would've ended as early as the Demon King Piccolo saga.
Turles closed his eyes as he somehow avoided Frieza's dashing punch with a sway of his head. The Saiyan Emperor couldn't see it, but he could certainly imagine the look of confusion on the Frost Demon's face, seeing him dodge an attack from him in his strongest form when Turles hadn't even transformed into a Super Saiyan. Right now, Turles was choosing to conquer himself. He gave no thought to Frieza.
No wasted movements, tranquil and in control of his mind, body, and soul, and ultimately attempting to have his body act before his mind. Frieza screamed in frustration as he failed to land even a glancing blow on Turles's graceful figure. Right now, Frieza was nothing more than just a training dummy to acquire the power of an angel. Although Turles doubted anything substantial would come from this, it didn't hurt to practice.
"OPEN YOUR EYES THIS INSTANT!" Frieza demanded while throwing wild punches.
"Man, it's been a minute since I practiced this…" Mepple scratched the back of her neck.
"Do I need to remind you of the steps?" Appule asked. "Because we're going to die if you mess it up."
"No, no, no, I got it…" She slumped her shoulders. "I'm just nervous."
"Don't be. We cannot afford mistakes," Sai told her.
"Shut up, you overgrown cabbage!" Mepple retorted.
"He's right, Mepple. Let's hurry. We only have one shot at this. If we're lucky, we'll never have to resort to this silly dance ever again." Bonyu reminded her.
Mepple took a deep breath, summoning a surge of energy within her. In a bold move to dispel her nerves, she harshly slapped her own cheeks, the sound echoing in the tense atmosphere. With a sudden battle cry, she declared, "Let's do this!" Her power surged, marking the beginning of their fusion process.
Sai, Bonyu, Appule, and Mepple all started to rise and lower their battle power to match one another. Sai had the highest, Appule was equal with Mepple, to his dismay, and Bonyu was slightly behind those two as she was more of a mom than a commander these days. When they equalized their power, they began a four-way fusion dance. They haven't performed this technique between them since they started their journey with Turles at the beginning of the Crusher Force.
They began simultaneously, all facing away from each other. No one was allowed to be offbeat or miss the timing. They needed to do an exact amount of steps, take precise poses with their arms, legs, feet, and waist, and even pronounce the syllables of the word fusion correctly. If they made if even one smidgen of a mistake, it was over.
"Fuuu…" They all spun toward each other with tip-tap steps in the shape of a galaxy's spiral.
"sion…" Their hands flipped in the opposite direction as they prepared for the last step.
"Ha!" The tips of their fingers met at the center all together.
A bright light engulfed the four fighters. When the light dimmed, only a single figure remained- a single figure that was neither fat nor skinny but perfectly sculpted. It took the base form of Mepple with the standard Metamor outfit and additional accessories from Bonyu, Appule, and Sai. The fusion had Sai's greatsword strapped to her back, Bonyu's long white ponytail, and Appule's lightning sparking and zapping all around her.
"Captain Turles!" The fusion arrived just as Frieza was about to deck Turles in the face.
Frieza's fist landed squarely on their cheek, but they didn't seem to notice it at all while their attention was turned to Turles. "We have succeeded!" They happily announced. "You can call me, Crusher! Mepple, Bonyu, Sai, and Appule don't really sound good at all when combined… I even tried just using the first letters in our name!" She added.
"Fight to your heart's content." Turles opened his eyes as he slowly flew away from the incredibly strong fusion.
The power emitting from their combined being was enough to make his blood boil, but so was Frieza's. Depending on who wins their fight, Turles might have to fight them for himself if he wanted to reign in his Saiyan blood. "What kind of trick is this? I would've noticed a being of your power on this miserable planet before arriving." Frieza refused to believe Turles was simply hiding this combatant away. "I was just born a few seconds ago." Crusher happily shared.
"What?" Frieza's eye twitched in annoyance.
"What's that?!" She pointed off into the distance with a frantic look on her face.
Frieza wasn't a child nor an idiot. He didn't bother turning or looking any which way, focusing his eyes on the fighter in front of him. Unfortunately, that was his mistake. As a clone of Crusher she made before coming over here knocked him in the back of the head. Crusher raised her knee when Frieza flew toward her, uppercutting his jaw with a rising knee. The sound of thunder echoed in the air when it made contact. Frieza went soaring into the sky as he locked onto the clone of Crusher, merging back into her body.
The Emperor of Evil spread his limbs outward as he caught himself from flying past the planet's outer atmosphere. Frieza's face contorted with an expression of seething rage. His normally composed features became distorted, and the lines of his face tightened with an overwhelming anger. Frieza's body crackled with ominous energy as he began the process of charging his energy. His hands, raised to the sky, a purplish-black sphere formed above his palms. As Frieza's power surged, the tiny sphere of malevolent energy quickly expanded to gargantuan size. The Death Ball, a spherical form of planetary annihilation, pulsed with a terrifying glow, casting an ominous shadow that stretched far across the ruined planet. The very atmosphere quivered in response to the malevolent force gathering in Frieza's hands. Frieza's eyes, now ablaze with a sinister gleam, seemed to be laughing. With a menacing grin, he reveled in the impending devastation his creation promised to unleash upon his foes. "To hell with you all!" He tossed the powerful attack downward.
Crusher clicked her tongue with a curse underneath her breath. Even with their fusion, she knew she wasn't stronger than Lord Frieza. Not to mention they only had thirty minutes. But she had to do something. With a clap of her hands, she focused up as she began consolidating all of the knowledge and techniques she knew. Without even placing a finger on her forehead, she appeared behind Golden Frieza. A gummy knee into the back of his waist sent him flying into the distance before slinging right back at an even faster speed with a tug from Crusher. She followed up with a lightning elbow to his stomach, which briefly paralyzed him for only a second—giving her more than enough time to slam the body of her sword down on the top of his head, sending Frieza hurtling toward his own attack.
Before he could stop himself from being swallowed up by its power, Crusher was already in position to prevent him from doing that exact thing. Utilizing the signature techniques of the four beings inside of her, she attacked. Her electrified greatsword swung down with consecutive exploding sword waves. Dozens of flying sword slashes prevented Frieza from not colliding with his own attack. When the back of his skin was already touching his Golden Death Ball, Crusher teleported in front of him and stabbed her sword inside his gut, and blasted him into the center of his attack.
A cataclysmic explosion soon followed, visible from outer space. Crusher narrowly avoided getting caught up in the blast, but she couldn't avoid an absolutely enraged and injured Golden Frieza rushing toward her like a shooting star and smashing his fist into her jaw. That time, she actually felt it…
Frieza let her know the extent of his rage by beating her around like a wooden dummy. Although she was a very, very strong being, she was far from reaching the power of the gods. From what she could tell, Frieza still had more than half his energy left, which meant there was only one thing left that she could do!
"Gummy Hug!" Crusher embraced Frieza with an incredibly tight and sticky hug.
Her arms and legs wrapped around his limbs as her body lit up with a bright white light. "You wouldn't!" Frieza knew the signs of this technique! He's seen it before! "You forced me!" Crusher manically laughed as a blinding light engulfed the both of them.
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