The Galick Cannon roared like the voice of an angry god.
A column of violet-white annihilation, wide enough to swallow mountains, thick enough to blot out the sun.
Frieza was a speck inside it.
A white speck screaming without sound.
Vegeta stood on the shattered sea, one hand extended, golden aura blazing so bright it turned Namek's eternal day into night.
He poured everything into the beam.
Not because he needed to.
Because he wanted Frieza to feel every second.
Frieza's own Death Ball, the black-purple sphere he had formed in final desperation, was caught in the torrent like a pebble in a tsunami.
Pushed ahead of the Galick Cannon.
Driven straight toward the system's star.
Frieza's eyes were wide.
Mouth open in a silent, endless scream.
Memories flashed in front of him, faster than light.
His father's cold smile when he handed over the empire.
The day he blew up Planet Vegeta and laughed.
The tiny, broken child kneeling in the ruins, swearing loyalty.
Every time he had struck Vegeta.
Every time he had called him "monkey."
Every time he had let him live because it was amusing.
All of it.
Pointless.
He had created his own destroyer.
And now that destroyer wore gold.
The star loomed.
A wall of fire a million kilometers wide.
Frieza's final thought was not rage.
It was regret.
Pure, absolute, soul-crushing regret.
Then the Galick Cannon hit the star.
The Death Ball detonated first.
A black-purple wound punched into the star's surface.
Then the Galick Cannon followed.
A lance of royal purple that drove straight through the core.
The star didn't explode.
It simply… died.
Collapsed inward in perfect silence, crushed by the impossible force of a single Saiyan's hatred.
Frieza was already gone.
Vaporized the instant he touched the surface.
No body.
No pieces.
Not even ash.
Just a fading scream echoing across the vacuum, heard only by the golden warrior who had sent it.
Vegeta lowered his hand.
The beam winked out.
Silence returned to Namek.
The planet itself seemed to exhale.
Far away, every warrior watching felt the exact same thing.
Frieza's ki vanished.
Completely.
Irrevocably.
Gone.
King Kai dropped to his knees.
Piccolo's smirk returned, slow and sharp.
Krillin started laughing. Then crying. Then both.
Gohan whispered one word.
"…Wow."
On the broken sea, Vegeta stared at the dead star.
Then he spoke, voice soft, almost tender.
"Goodbye, Frieza."
He turned his back on the darkness.
Golden aura flared once, bright as a new dawn.
And flew home.
The tyrant was dead.
The prince had won.
And the universe would never be the same again.
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