A kilometer above the ocean, two monsters stared each other down.
Frieza floated in his final form, tail lashing, that familiar child-like smirk stretched across his face.
Vegeta hovered opposite him, arms folded, golden hair whipping in a wind only he commanded.
Frieza spoke first, voice silky with condescension.
"Five hundred and thirty thousand, Vegeta. That is my true power. Even you should understand what that means."
He spread his arms, basking in the number like it was holy scripture.
Vegeta blinked once.
Then he laughed.
Short, sharp, and utterly dismissive.
"Five hundred and thirty thousand?"
He wiped an imaginary tear.
"That's it? That's what you've been hiding all these years?"
Frieza's smile froze.
Veins pulsed at his temples.
"Zarbon must have told you before he died," he hissed. "But knowing the number and surviving it are two different things, monkey."
Vegeta tilted his head, golden aura flickering once, just enough to make the ocean below dip another hundred meters.
"Wrong again."
He unfolded his arms.
"Transformations? Yeah, I've got one of those now."
Frieza's smirk returned, smug and poisonous.
"Ah yes. The Great Ape. Ten times your pathetic fifty-thousand. How terrifying."
Vegeta's grin turned feral.
He pointed one thumb at his own chest.
"Super Vegeta."
Frieza actually laughed, high and tinkling.
"Super… Vegeta? How delightfully childish."
Vegeta didn't answer.
He just powered up.
A flicker.
That was all it took.
Golden fire exploded outward in a perfect sphere, no wasted motion, no dramatic buildup.
The ocean vanished beneath them, pushed away in a perfect circle five kilometers wide.
Every remaining soldier on Frieza's ship dropped dead from ruptured organs.
Frieza's hover-pod disintegrated.
The tyrant himself shot backward a hundred meters, eyes wide, tail rigid with shock.
The pressure wasn't ki.
It was gravity.
Vegeta floated forward, slow and casual.
"Five hundred and thirty thousand," he repeated, tasting the number like spoiled milk.
"That all you got?"
Frieza's face twisted.
Rage. Confusion. The first real crack in a lifetime of godhood.
He glanced down at the fifteen trembling soldiers who had instinctively backed away.
His voice dropped to a whisper that somehow carried over the roar of displaced air.
"Cowards."
One soldier stepped forward, shaking.
Then another.
Then all fifteen charged, screaming, firing every weapon they had.
Vegeta didn't even look at them.
He raised one hand.
A single ki wave, thin as a needle, casual as flicking dust.
Fifteen bodies became fifteen clouds of red mist in the same heartbeat.
No corpses.
No screams.
Just silence.
Vegeta turned back to Frieza.
"Your move, lizard."
Frieza stared at the empty space where his men had been.
His tail curled between his legs.
For the first time in his life, the emperor of the universe took an involuntary step backward.
Vegeta's smile widened.
"Scared yet?"
He cracked his knuckles.
"Good. We're just getting started."
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