The transformation finished with a wet, ripping sound.
Frieza's new body unfolded like a nightmare given flesh: elongated skull, bone-white exoskeleton stretched thin over whip-cord muscle, face pulled into a permanent rictus grin that belonged on a xenomorph.
He towered even higher now, nearly four meters of pure alien horror.
The air around him warped and screamed.
Three million.
Raw, unfiltered, uncontrolled.
Frieza spread his arms, voice a guttural hiss that scraped across the eardrums.
"Behold, Vegeta. The form no one in the universe has lived to describe."
He flexed once.
The island beneath them liquefied, stone turning to lava from the pressure alone.
Frieza's lipless mouth split wider.
"Three million, monkey. Three. Million."
He took one step forward.
The ocean parted in a perfect circle around the island.
Vegeta stood exactly where he had been the entire time: arms folded, expression bored.
He looked the new Frieza up and down like a man inspecting a particularly ugly statue.
Then he spoke.
Three words.
"That's it?"
Frieza froze.
Vegeta unfolded his arms.
"My base is three-point-five, give or take. Been that way for days."
He cracked his neck.
"You're still behind."
Frieza's elongated skull actually twitched.
Vegeta took one casual step forward.
The lava cooled instantly under his boot.
"Third form, huh? All that screaming and stretching and… this is what you've been hiding?"
He gestured at Frieza's grotesque new body with genuine pity.
"I've seen scarier things in horror movies. And those had better lighting."
Frieza's aura detonated in rage: black-purple fire that swallowed the sky.
Vegeta didn't flinch.
He just smiled, small and sharp and utterly unafraid.
"Still one more left, right? The 'final' one you're so proud of?"
Golden sparks began dancing across his skin again.
Frieza's eyes widened.
Vegeta's voice dropped to a whisper that somehow carried over the roar of two planetary-level auras.
"Show me."
He spread his arms, mocking Frieza's earlier pose.
"Come on, lizard. I'm still waiting to be impressed."
Far away, every warrior watching felt the exact same chill crawl down their spine.
King Kai dropped to his knees.
Piccolo's smirk died completely.
Krillin whispered, voice cracking:
"He's… enjoying this."
Gohan's eyes filled with something close to awe.
And on the shattered island, Frieza realized, for the first time in his entire life:
He was no longer the predator.
He was the one being hunted.
And the hunter hadn't even gone Super Saiyan yet.
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