Floating above the planet, long hair fluttering in the wind, Raditz stood against Frieza, looking up at the tyrant with hate in his eyes. This was the thing that had killed his family. His whole species, in fact, exterminating them like bugs for his own selfish reasons, yet he'd stood by this whole time, merely watching as his friends and family fought and suffered in his stead. No more. "You're dealing with me now, Frieza! Prepare to die!" Raditz shouted once more, reaffirming his resolve.
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Meanwhile, Frieza seethed. He'd never met a Saiyan... no, a being capable of surviving against him when in his third form, yet here lied three. The girl, pulling herself out of the sea, exhausted and weak, but eyes so full of fire, like this was all going according to her plan.
Those eyes, looking up at Frieza like he was some lowly worm, a stepping stone towards a future that only she could see. Despite how weak she was, barely comparable to Frieza's first form, she'd managed to survive against Frieza's serious attempt to kill her, and still stay standing.
Then, there was the boy. He was barely conscious now, being carried by the strong Namekian that'd been the one to call on the Dragon Balls, but the energy that he'd managed to put out had actually scared Frieza, humiliating enough. Were he to output that level of power again... Frieza seethed in annoyance at the chill that went down his spine just thinking about it. His third form wouldn't have been enough to stand against it.
Then, there was Raditz, floating below him with a rebellious glare. The real dark horse. Just by entering the fray, this man who'd been a weakling, barely better than the average soldier only a couple years prior, somehow made all the others seem to relax, like a weight had been taken off their shoulders. The other four seemed to truly believe that this seemingly useless, low class pest was capable of defeating Frieza.
But the worst part... the part that hurt Frieza's pride the most... was the fact that they may have been right to believe in him. Just from that one single blast, Frieza had been forced to acknowledge Raditz's strength. In his third form, Frieza likely wouldn't be able to defeat the holder of that kind of power...
So Frieza'd just have to turn up the heat.
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A slow clapping resounded across the heavens as Frieza descended to an altitude matching Raditz's. Once he was level with the Saiyan warrior, Frieza stopped clapping, balling his fists up at his sides instead.
"That was supposed to be a finishing move, you know... A mercy killing of sorts, but you managed to destroy it... Well done, Raditz." Frieza congratulated, causing Raditz to tense up in anticipation. Frieza's black heart wasn't capable of complimenting anyone without turning his words into a double-edged sword.
Raditz didn't bother to correct Frieza's misunderstanding. He'd been planning on pushing the energy ball back, but Hanna had instead used the last of her energy to destroy it instead. He didn't even have to look down to see that the girl's hair had turned from grey back to black. She'd done it to conserve even a tiny bit of her uncle's strength, and Raditz was planning on conserving every single bit of his energy for the fight at hand in order to ensure that her sacrifice hadn't been in vain.
"You know, you really should have allowed it to destroy you, in hindsight. You see, I put all of my energy into that blast... and you destroyed it easily." Frieza declared, confusing Raditz, until he continued. "As you know from Vegeta, I have multiple forms that I use to conserve my strength. This is my third such form, but it isn't my strongest... I have one other, and it's become clear that, with your power, this form isn't quite strong enough to put you down." Frieza told Raditz, a horrible grin on his face.
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"Tell me that this is some sort of joke?! He's still got one more form!?" Krillin shouted. Since even his first form, Frieza had been so strong that Krillin hadn't even been able to help at all. The winds from his third transformation especially, had nearly blown Krillin to the other side of the planet, and yet there was still more?
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"I suppose it's time... TO MEET YOUR DOOM, YOU USELESS PRIMATES! FALL TO YOUR KNEES IN HORROR AT THE POWER... OF MY FINAL FORM!!!" Frieza shouted, cackling as a brilliant light suddenly began emitting from his skin as it began cracking. Then, an unbelievable amount of power began emitting from his body. It was even worse than ever before, and unlike back then, I didn't have enough energy left to activate Grey Mode. In order to keep myself from flying away with the force of Frieza's power, I unleashed my next seal... It was about time, anyways. Unfortunately, with my battered body, not even unleashing a seal that doubled my strength was going to be enough to give me the power to continue fighting, but it was enough to allow me to resist Frieza's power as I shielded my eyes from the light that his energy was giving off.
Finally, after a timeless period, the light grew even more brilliant for a moment before fading, Frieza's transformation complete.
The energy from the transformation had devastated our surroundings once again. Now, there was a ring of bare earth where Frieza's excess power had cratered it, with the walls of said ring so tall that the seawater crashed against them, the water level not high enough to get through. And in the center of the crater, facing Raditz, was Frieza's final form.
To the eyes, Frieza's final form didn't look very intimidating. He'd lost about half or more of his body mass, reverting his general size to that of his first form, but his overall form was far sleeker, more streamlined. But his energy had ballooned to epic proportions. His new form was the true embodiment of tyranny, and even Raditz faltered in the face of it.