The golden sphere exploded outward, then collapsed inward with a sound like the universe inhaling.
Light returned.
And there he stood.
Frieza: Final Form.
Sleek. Elegant. Deceptively small.
Pure white skin, purple shoulder domes gleaming like polished amethyst, black natural armor hugging a body that looked almost delicate.
His tail flicked once.
His smile was back: small, perfect, utterly confident.
The pressure rolling off him was no longer a wave.
It was gravity itself.
Fifty million.
Sixty.
A hundred million and climbing.
The ocean beneath him boiled away for kilometers in every direction.
Frieza inhaled, slow and luxurious, tasting the air like fine wine.
"This… this is perfection."
He looked down at Vegeta no longer needing to crane his neck and the smile widened.
"One hundred and twenty million, Vegeta. My full power. No more holding back. No more games."
He spread his arms, voice silky, almost kind.
"You forced me to this point. You should be proud."
Vegeta stood exactly where he had been the entire time.
Base form.
Black hair.
Arms folded.
He stared up at the "final" Frieza for three full seconds.
Then he opened his mouth.
And laughed.
Not mocking.
Not cruel.
Just pure, delighted, incredulous laughter.
"One hundred and twenty million?"
He wiped a tear.
"That's your ceiling? That's what all the screaming and posing was for?"
Frieza's smile froze.
Vegeta stepped forward.
The boiling ocean cooled instantly under his boot.
"My base cleared three million days ago, Frieza."
He took another step.
Golden sparks began dancing across his skin, lazy and playful.
"And Super Saiyan?"
He stopped directly in front of Frieza, looking up with the most terrifying grin in the universe.
"Is fifty times base."
The sparks ignited.
Hair flashed gold.
Eyes locked teal.
Aura detonated: silent, perfect, absolute.
The planet itself seemed to bow.
Six hundred million.
Seven hundred.
Eight hundred and climbing like it had no limit.
Frieza took one instinctive step back.
His perfect, elegant face cracked.
Because in that moment, every cell in his body, every instinct carved into his genes by a hundred million years of evolution, screamed the same primal truth:
He was no longer the predator.
He was prey.
And the golden god in front of him was done playing.
Vegeta's voice was soft.
Almost gentle.
"Still think one hundred and twenty million is high?"
He cracked his knuckles.
"Your move, lizard."
Far away, every warrior watching felt their hearts stop.
King Kai dropped to his knees.
Piccolo whispered a single word.
"…Shit."
Because they all understood at the exact same moment:
Frieza's final form wasn't the end.
It was the appetizer.
And Super Vegeta was finally hungry.
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