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"Bastard!"
"Let go of me, Frieza!"
Baby Aize roared in fury, grinding his back teeth together so hard that they nearly shattered while flames of fury burned in his eyes.
Just a few months ago, he had clearly sensed that Frieza's energy signature was far weaker than it was now. Yet, in the span of mere months, everything seemed to have changed.
He recalled the scene he had witnessed on Planet M2 months ago when Frieza's combat power was nowhere near what it was now.
Back then, even the undead Cooler had effortlessly restrained him.
Now, however, Frieza was displaying astonishing power.
"What has happened to him in these past few months?"
"Frieza's Golden Form has become so formidable!"
"My own strength should have surpassed his by now, considering I've successfully completed my Three-Stage Transformation!"
Baby Aize mused inwardly, his mind racing with confusion and disbelief.
Though he refused to admit it, the truth was undeniable. Frieza's power had undergone a qualitative leap.
"Damn it! Ah! No! My grand Tuffle restoration plan cannot fail here!" Baby Aize roared in frustration, unwilling to let his carefully crafted plan crumble.
With a thunderous bellow, an unprecedentedly powerful aura erupted from his body.
This overwhelming energy surged forth like a tidal wave, sweeping outward from behind him.
As the energy exploded, he violently yanked his hands, finally wrenching Frieza's fist, which had been embedded in his torso, free.
Blood gushed forth like a fountain, cascading down his abdomen and instantly staining Frieza's arm crimson.
Seizing the opportunity, Baby Aize swiftly retreated, creating distance between himself and Frieza.
He took a deep breath, regained his composure, and slowly closed his eyes.
At that moment, he began to fully immerse himself in the power and transformations that his perfect body granted him.
In an instant, Baby Aize seemed to have forgotten about the wound in his abdomen.
His eyes snapped open once more, and in that instant...
Crackling energy erupted across the sky.
Frieza and Baby Aizen clashed head-on.
A dizzying storm of energy painted the heavens; their movements were so fast that only Piccolo could follow them.
Piccolo, who had just begun to feel confident in his newfound strength, was now gripped by doubt once more.
The insurmountable gap between him and the Frieza Clan was evident: to him, these beings were monstrous, all blessed with terrifying natural talent.
Baby Aize, newly thawed, already wielded overwhelming power. Frieza, whom Piccolo hadn't seen in months, had advanced by leaps and bounds.
Had Frieza not arrived in time, Earth would have likely faced another calamity.
Just then, Krillin spoke up from the side.
"Hey, guys, who do you think will win between them?"
"But it seems like either of them winning wouldn't be good for Earth..."
"How long until Goku and the others get back? Piccolo, do you know?"
Piccolo paused, realizing that Krillin was right. No matter who won, it ultimately wouldn't affect them. Even worse, Earth might fall into the hands of one of them.
"It's only been a day," Piccolo replied. "According to Trunks's plan, they'll spend three years in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, which translates to three days in the outside world."
As the current leader of Earth and its strongest fighter, Piccolo now had to shoulder responsibility for its fate.
He turned to Master Roshi and asked, "Hey, old man, can you draw the Talisman Inscription for the Devil Sealing Wave? It's the only way to end this now."
Master Roshi immediately understood Piccolo's intent. He pulled out a sheet of paper and a brush, ready to begin.
Piccolo had already resolved to use the Devil Sealing Wave.
After all, the battle raging in the sky above was far too intense.
At this level of combat, the Earth could be destroyed before the two fighters finished battling.
Therefore, the quickest way to end the battle was the Devil Sealing Wave.
Honestly, Piccolo's attitude toward Frieza had softened somewhat. Furthermore, Trunks revealed that Frieza would also be participating in the Tournament of Power.
This showed that, for now at least, Frieza was on their side.
However, the son Frieza had mentioned remained a threat.
"It's done," an aged voice called out from behind Piccolo.
Master Roshi handed Piccolo the completed Talisman Inscription.
Piccolo took the inscription and, as he had done when training Gohan, conjured a vessel for it out of thin air—this time, a bottle.
He then assumed his orange form once more.
Soaring into the sky, he joined Frieza and Baby Aize in battle.
"Frieza! Let's take him down together! Hold him off!" Piccolo shouted.
But Frieza, dodging Baby Aize's attacks, merely glanced at Piccolo dismissively, as if he didn't register his presence.
"Oh? A Namekian? Are you ordering this great king around?"
"Cooperate with you? Hmph... You're ordering this great king around?!"
"Tch... This Great King's discipline of his son is none of your business," Frieza scoffed.
But at that very moment, a brutal punch slammed into Frieza's cheek.
"Damn you!" Baby Aize roared. "Wipe that smug look off your face! I'll kill both of you!"
In that instant, Frieza seized Baby Aize's wrist.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes. "Did I give you permission to speak?"
With a swift twist of his elbow, Frieza sent Baby Aize flying.
"I was just toying with you, treating you like an appetizer before the Tournament of Power. Did you really think you could do anything to me?"
With a burst of teleportation, Frieza reappeared beside Baby Aize.
A thick, muscular tail coiled around the helpless Saiyan from behind.
Frieza sneered and said, "Hoh, hoh, hoh. Game over."
Baby Aize's eyes filled with terror, his pupils darting frantically. Yet, beneath the fear, a flicker of confusion lingered.
He had no idea when Frieza had moved. A suffocating sensation surged through Baby Aize's body, rendering his struggles futile.
"Damn it! How is this guy so strong?"
"Frieza!"
A ferocious roar erupted from behind Frieza. Piccolo had unleashed the Devil Sealing Wave.
Frieza glanced at Piccolo, puzzled. "Nandesuka?"
Piccolo roared again. "Throw him over here!"
Frieza blinked, unaware that a swirling green vortex had materialized behind him.
"Hey, didn't I tell you to stay out of my family affairs?"
The next instant, Frieza's body began to distort violently.
"Something's wrong…"
Piccolo urgently warned. "Release him now! Then get out of here!"
Sensing danger, Frieza muttered, "Damn Namekian... I was just playing with this kid, and you pull this stunt."
"Fine, have it your way."
Frieza hurled Baby Aize toward Piccolo. Instantly, a powerful suction drew Baby Aize into the swirling green energy.
(End Of This Chapter)