Chương 119: Ch. 119: The Tyrant, The Prince, and the King
Vegeta unleashed a maelstrom of energy directly into Frieza's body, blowing the tyrant's form backwards with a shockwave that comprised the depths of the Saiyan Prince's hate. Just with one look, I could tell that Vegeta was trying to forcibly unlock his stalled potential with every single movement that he made. His power level had already climbed to around 400,000.
'In this guy's first form, it's possible that Vegeta may even become capable of beating this guy.' Shay noted from my jacket as it billowed in the wind, but I shook my head. I could already see how this was going to play out.
"Stupid monkey! If you're a Super Saiyan, then I'm a dung beetle!" Frieza shouted, punching Vegeta backwards as the Saiyan Prince caught up to his flying figure. "You're just as stupid as your father!" He shouted, bringing his hands together and delivering a punishing blow to Vegeta's back, knocking him into the dirt below.
Standing up, Vegeta gritted his teeth, saying nothing.
"Don't you talk about King Vegeta that way! He was a great man!" Nappa couldn't help but take offense at Frieza's comment about Vegeta's father. He remembered the man fondly, and Frieza was doing the same as spitting on his grave, so he flew at Frieza from behind with all the power he could muster, desperately trying to land just a single attack on the tyrant.
Unfortunately, his shouting gave his intentions away. With a glance and a sweep of his tail, Frieza sent the large Saiyan flying. "That great man tried to cheat me. As a part of a deal to lower the taxes that I was imposing on you monkeys, I graciously offered to take care of his son, Prince Vegeta here. I even took you in too, Nappa, as his personal trainer."
Frieza dropped to the ground again, facing Vegeta, who had a few cuts on him, but was otherwise uninjured by Frieza's blow. With his hands behind his back in a regal pose, Frieza walked up to the Saiyan Prince as he told the story of why he'd destroyed the Saiyan race from his own perspective.
"But, you monkeys just couldn't stand that deal. Your father took as many elite forces as he could muster, and brought them to my ship in order to steal you back by force. He rebelled against me... So he, and the rest of you pungent monkeys, died. Now, you repeat his mistakes, Vegeta." Frieza shook his head, "I think I'll destroy this planet, too, after I kill you. Fireworks in celebration of the father's death, Fireworks in celebration of the son's."
"How absurd. You were afraid of the Saiyans, so you destroyed their entire race, along with our whole planet, but the strongest ones... we survived. Now, you die!" Vegeta shouted. He launched a furious offensive of punches and kicks at Frieza, and their clashing energies caused more waves of energy to shake the air itself as they each gained an inch and then lost a mile in their struggle.
...
"Shouldn't we help him!?" Gohan asked Raditz, who was just standing by watching Frieza and Vegeta fight it out.
"No. Vegeta's pride is on the line here. When he loses, we'll step in. Not before." Raditz told him, his knowledge of Vegeta's personality shaping his actions. Had it been anyone else, he would already have done so, but very few people knew Vegeta's personality as well as Raditz did. Especially not Gohan. Ignoring what Raditz was about to say, Gohan began to charge his energy in order to fly toward Vegeta and Frieza, intent on helping, but I grabbed his hand. When he looked back and met my eyes, I gently shook my head. We'd help Vegeta, but not yet.
"Gohan, don't. I know how much you want to help him, but that guy's way out of our league! He sent Nappa flying with one sweep of his tail! We need to listen to Raditz here. We'll help where we can, but if we interfere now, we'll just get in his way." Krillin scolded Gohan, who nodded reluctantly, biting his lip as he watched Vegeta and Frieza fight.
I just looked at Krillin for a moment before tucking a hair behind my ear. I didn't agree with him, and clearly neither did Gohan, but it was true that Gohan and Krillin didn't have a place in this fight. Especially not yet.
The plan required watching and waiting.
...
Finally, Vegeta and Frieza's fists locked against each other and they both jumped back. "I suppose it's time to end this, Vegeta. Lie in the dirt like a good little dog while I finish off your friends." Frieza said, finally tired of his little charade with Vegeta.
"Oh? Are you finally going to show us your true power, Frieza? Go ahead and transform, you still won't be able to win against me. I'll just get stronger and surpass you!"
"What!?" Raditz shouted, realizing the implication of what Vegeta was saying.
"It's true. Zarbon let it slip. This form's just a mask. A carefully crafted facade that he uses in order to conserve energy." Vegeta announced to everybody.
With a clearly annoyed expression on his face, Frieza rolled his eyes. "That Zarbon. I'm actually starting to become rather glad that you managed to get rid of him for me. He spoiled the surprise. Are you sure that you want me to transform? With that power, it'll be rather difficult for me to hold back from killing you. You may not end up getting to watch your friends die."
"Don't be so dramatic. I'm sure the change isn't that large. You're just bluffing." Vegeta told him, even though some part of him knew that Frieza likely wasn't, he didn't want to admit it.
"Oh, Vegeta... I guess you'll see for yourself." Frieza said, shrugging his shoulders. "You know, your father never saw this during his lifetime... I suppose you did manage to surpass him in one aspect, not that it matters." With a shout, Frieza's armor cracked, then exploded, shooting out all over the plains where they were fighting. Some of it even managed to reach Raditz, who grabbed the chunks of armor out of the air as if it was nothing.
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