บท 11: Frieza's Revenge 3
"~hohoho, it appears this primitive world is only suited for those with diminished intellect." When the words left Frieza's lips, his men stood firm and positioned their blasters toward the boy.
"Piccolo, Tien. Do it now!" The command rang out, and to Frieza's and King Cold's astonishment, the world around them erupted in brilliant light. An explosion surged forth, knocking them off balance, their footing unsteady as the shockwave rippled through the air.
"WHATTTT!!" Frieza screamed, his voice laced with rage and disbelief.
Seizing the moment, Piccolo surged forward, his body enveloped in a radiant aura of Ki. He unleashed a relentless barrage of Ki blasts toward Frieza's men, each blast finding its mark with deadly precision. The once-proud soldiers were caught off guard, their arrogance reduced to mere ash as they were obliterated. Those who remained barely survived, their bodies mangled and missing limbs, a gruesome tableau of blood painting the ground beneath them.
Tien ascended higher above the figures of King Cold and Frieza, his determination was palpable as he prepared his next move. With a fierce shout, he unleashed a powerful Tri-Beam, a concentrated blast of energy that struck King Cold with tremendous force. Though the attack did not harm him directly, it sent the tyrant hurtling downward, pushing him away from his son and momentarily disrupting their sinister plans.
Looking toward the man in the sky, Frieza started to laugh, "Hohohoho, so even after being killed, you still come back for the same experience Vegeta. That's disgraceful even for you."
Frieza mocked, the Saiyan, showing no sign of fear but only amusement toward the person he had easily defeated and killed, and indeed, Vegeta was humiliated by him a year ago. But with time people change.
"Aw, Frieza. I had hoped you would appreciate my little visit and the one-way ticket to hell I'm sending you with," Vegeta remarked with a smirk that caused a vein to bulge on Frieza's forehead.
"Wait, you don't need to worry about this f-Vegeta-san. I'll handle it!" the boy interjected, desperation creeping into his voice. Vegeta glanced at him and landed nearby.
"Here, look after her; go find a spot to watch the show," Vegeta instructed, leaving Bulma with the boy. He couldn't engage in battle while she clung to him, even wrapping her legs around him.
"Wait, you can't just leave me here with a stranger! He may be cute...and honestly, he even resembles you a bit, but you can't just do that!" Bulma exclaimed, much to the boy's embarrassment. He nearly cringed.
"He's a Saiyan; he'll probably protect you. This will only take a moment. I can entertain you afterward," Vegeta replied as he walked ahead.
"Idiot, I'm warning you, even if you die, the Dragon Balls can't bring you back anymore. Do you hear me?! After that, don't come crying to me!" Bulma was anxious. She couldn't sense Ki, but she was aware that Frieza was incredibly powerful. Being this close sent chills down her spine. If she encountered him alone, she would have fled in terror.
The boy felt a surge of determination welling up inside him. He was on the brink of saying something, his resolve momentarily overshadowing Vegeta's stern warning. Without thinking it through, he leaped forward, ready to assist if the situation escalated. However, Vegeta, unwavering in his focus, unleashed a powerful surge of Ki, directing all his attention toward Frieza.
Frieza, sensing the energy shift, turned his piercing gaze toward Vegeta. His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a mixture of curiosity and menace. He slowly lowered his hands from behind his back, a gesture that spoke volumes about his confidence.
"You embrace death with open arms, Vegeta. While I shouldn't be impressed, I find that I am," Frieza remarked, his voice smooth yet dripping with condescension.
Vegeta let out a low chuckle, the sound edged with defiance. "Oh, I don't welcome death," he retorted, his tone laced with fierce determination, "but I'll definitely ensure you become familiar with it soon enough, you oversized reptile." The tension crackled in the air, thickening with the promise of battle.
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