...
Frieza's Headquarters.
The place was in ruins—within a radius of a thousand miles, every structure had been reduced to rubble.
Amid the wreckage—
Bang!
Bang!
...
Frieza, just like his older brother before him, was being pinned to the ground and pummeled left and right.
"Hahaha!"
"So this is the power of the so-called Emperor of the Universe? Turns out your strength has only ever been 530,000 power level!"
"But…"
"I have 3 million. What exactly do you think you can use to fight me?"
The one beating Frieza was none other than Vegeta. At this moment, Vegeta was exhilarated beyond measure.
The tyrant who once ruled over the Saiyan race… was now being overthrown by him—the Saiyan Prince.
The feeling of turning the tables… was intoxicating!!
"Frieza, I bet you never imagined you'd end up like this, did you?"
Vegeta stood up, grabbing Frieza by the neck, his voice cold and cutting.
"Speak. How exactly did Planet Vegeta explode back then? We're not fools—don't you dare give me that 'meteor impact' nonsense again!"
The ruins fell silent.
The Saiyans who had come with Vegeta all stared intently at Frieza.
Suspended midair, blood at the corner of his mouth, Frieza's eyes gleamed with a venomous, serpent-like malice.
"How interesting…"
"Hahahaha!!"
"Truly interesting!!!"
Frieza suddenly burst into laughter.
His reaction stunned the Saiyans.
In this situation, he was as good as dead—yet he could still laugh?
Had he gone insane?
"Stop wasting time. Speak. If you tell the truth, I might leave you with an intact corpse."
Vegeta tossed him back to the ground.
"Very well… I'll tell you the truth."
Frieza coughed lightly and slowly got back to his feet.
But once standing, he said nothing.
The Saiyans exchanged confused glances.
Unbeknownst to them—
Frieza was already preparing to transform.
The battlefield began to tremble.
Naturally, Vegeta and the others noticed the disturbance.
But lacking the ability to sense ki, they simply assumed Frieza was making a desperate last stand.
"Hmph. Still trying to resist? You really won't shed tears until you see your coffin!"
Vegeta remained utterly confident.
With only 530,000 power level, how strong could Frieza's last struggle possibly be?
A moment passed.
Frieza finally moved.
He raised his head and looked at them.
"You're right… Planet Vegeta was not destroyed by a meteor."
He swept his gaze across the Saiyans, then pointed his thumb at himself and laughed wildly.
"It was destroyed by me—Frieza—personally!"
"So it really was you!!!"
Vegeta's eyes split wide with rage.
Raditz, Nappa, and the others were equally furious.
So it truly was Frieza who destroyed Planet Vegeta!
"Frieza, you deserve to die!!"
Vegeta's eyes burned with fury.
Just as he was about to move in and torture Frieza to death—
"You don't actually think that the power of an Emperor of the Universe is limited to this, do you?"
Frieza suddenly spread his arms and looked up at the sky, exuding an air of absolute dominion.
"I must admit, you Saiyan monkeys are quite impressive—to have trained yourselves to this level."
"But…"
"Vegeta, your 3 million power level… means absolutely nothing to me."
Frieza suddenly lowered his head, his voice icy and razor-sharp.
"Let me enlighten you—this is merely my weakest form. I can transform three more times."
"My final form… possesses a power level of 120 million!"
"What?!"
The Saiyans were instantly struck with shock.
But they quickly reacted—
If what Frieza said was true, they absolutely could not let him complete his transformation.
Without hesitation, all the Saiyans launched an attack.
But...
It was already too late.
BOOM!
After a violent tremor that shook the heavens and earth—
A short, round-headed figure appeared before them.
Frieza had already entered his final form.
...
On Earth.
Seeing this, Gran and the others all shook their heads.
If they had attacked while Frieza was preparing to transform, Vegeta and his group might actually have had a chance.
But now...
3 million versus 120 million.
Vegeta was doomed.
"Gran, looks like Vegeta won't be escaping this time," Bulma said with a smile.
"Mm."
Gran rose from his beach chair, then teased her:
"This time, Whis and I are heading to Universe 6. Want to come along?"
The sudden shift in topic made it clear—
In Gran's eyes, Vegeta's fate was already sealed.
"No thanks! These past six months with you have nearly killed me from exhaustion—I need proper rest!" Bulma stuck out her tongue.
"Fair enough."
Gran had only been teasing her.
Even if she wanted to go, he wouldn't bring such a "burden" along to Universe 6.
"Whis, let's go."
Gran turned to Whis—
But Whis remained lying on the beach chair, unmoving.
…?
Gran frowned slightly, confused.
Whis pointed at the projection in the sky, a playful smile on his lips.
"Gran, sometimes… if you don't watch the whole process, it's best not to jump to conclusions."
…???
Everyone froze for a moment—then quickly looked up.
At that moment, Whis replayed the scene.
In the projection.
After entering his final form, Frieza began his brutal massacre.
One Saiyan after another was beaten to a pulp.
Among them—
Vegeta suffered the worst.
His limbs were broken, his abdomen pierced…
He lay helplessly on the ground.
But then..
A scene appeared that even Gran hadn't expected.
Lying there, Vegeta stared at the sky, his voice weak:
"I… was too arrogant. I should've killed Frieza immediately…"
"Gran… Lord Gran… you were right. I am unworthy of being the Saiyan Prince…"
"But I'm about to die…"
"Please… I beg you… Frieza is the enemy of our Saiyan race…"
"You must avenge us!!!"
Seeing this, Bulma and Broly exchanged strange looks before turning toward Gran.
Vegeta… actually begged for help?
Would Lord Gran… really go save him?
Among those present, only Whis understood the relationship between Gran and Vegeta.
He knew—
Gran wouldn't act.
And sure enough—
Gran remained completely still, watching the scene with calm indifference.
"In this situation, Vegeta should be dead for sure…"
"So why did Whis say not to jump to conclusions too early?"
...
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