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Across the Wanjie Multiverse, the screens hummed with the intense vibrations of the unfolding battle on Earth.
Sengoku narrowed his eyes, his voice heavy with the weight of leadership. "Now, no one on Earth can contend with Frieza. Son Goku and Vegeta must make their move, or all is lost."
Garp crossed his arms, a rare look of grim realization on his face. "But then again, Frieza's increase in power is truly terrifying. Even if Gohan's power has weakened significantly, he still transformed into a Super Saiyan—and he couldn't even touch Frieza before the tyrant even bothered to transform."
Duanmu Yan leaned forward, his tactical mind racing. "The question is: can Frieza's current power actually challenge a Super Saiyan Blue? Or is this massive surge in strength merely a prelude to the true final boss?"
"I still think it's the latter," Uzumaki Naruto chimed in, his blue eyes fixed on the screen. "Frieza's power has jumped massively, sure, but contending with the Ki of a God? It seems unlikely."
Shinjo nodded in agreement. "I'm with Naruto. Even if Frieza transforms again, reaching the level of Super Saiyan Blue feels like a bridge too far."
Despite the overwhelming pressure Frieza exerted, many viewers across the dimensions remained skeptical. Frieza had dominated Gohan, but the consensus was clear: Gohan had neglected his training. If it were Goku or Vegeta, the story would be different. Most theorized that Frieza, at his absolute peak, might push Goku to Super Saiyan 2 or 3, but the divine realm of Super Saiyan God—let alone Blue—seemed untouchable.
However, a chilling reality remained. If Goku and Vegeta didn't return immediately, there would be no Earth left to save. Frieza wouldn't need a "final boss" to win; he would wipe out the Z Fighters and reduce the planet to stardust on his own.
On the battlefield, Gohan gathered the flickering embers of his life force. With a guttural roar, he ignited his Ki, sending a golden flare piercing through the atmosphere. It was a beacon—a desperate signal to the only man who could stop this nightmare.
In the distant Realm of the God of Destruction, Goku's eyes snapped open. Sensing his son's fading Ki, he grabbed Vegeta. Alongside Beerus and Whis, he triggered Instant Transmission, vanishing from the divine realm and reappearing instantly on the scorched soil of Earth.
Frieza's eyes widened, a predatory joy dancing in his pupils. Finally, the object of his obsession had arrived. He was so consumed by the sight of the two Saiyans that he completely failed to notice the God of Destruction and his Angel standing calmly in the background.
Before the main event could begin, Ginyu—now inhabiting a new body—stepped forward to provoke the Prince of Saiyans. Vegeta didn't waste a second; with a cold, efficient strike, he obliterated Ginyu, ending the nuisance permanently.
This brief intervention, however, sparked a petty argument. Goku pointed out that since Vegeta had already "taken a turn" by killing Ginyu, it was now his fight. Grumbling but unable to argue the logic, Vegeta stepped back, leaving Goku to face the Emperor.
Frieza was trembling with excitement, but he was no longer the arrogant fool of Namek. He immediately unleashed his Final Form, the sheer pressure of his Ki vaporizing his own nearby subordinates. He didn't care; to him, they were disposable chaff. Only revenge mattered.
To the shock of the multiverse, Goku didn't transform. He stood his ground in his Base Form. Years ago, he needed every ounce of Super Saiyan power to match this form; now, he met Frieza blow-for-blow, their shockwaves shattering the landscape in an even deadlock.
Frieza's rage boiled over. "Your face... everything about you makes me furious!" he spat. For the first time in his life, the natural prodigy had actually worked, sweated, and trained. The Great Galactic Emperor had been forced to exert effort because of a "low-class" Saiyan—a humiliation he intended to repay in blood.
Suddenly, Frieza fired a lethal beam of Ki. But it wasn't aimed at Goku. It streaked toward Krillin. Frieza remembered Namek vividly; he knew that killing the bald human was the catalyst that first awakened the Super Saiyan. He wanted to see Goku break again.
Goku moved like a blur, intercepting the blast and shielding his best friend. Watching this, the tactical mind of Akira narrowed. He analyzed Frieza's movements, noting the emperor's obsession with psychological warfare over raw efficiency.
In the chat groups, the reactions were instant.
"Good heavens, Frieza really doesn't learn," Zhang Chulan remarked. "Does he forget that killing Krillin is exactly what got him beaten the first time?"
"No," Duanmu Yan countered. "He remembers perfectly. He wants Goku to suffer that exact same hell again."
Tien Shinhan watched the screen with a grim focus, his third eye tracking the speed of the exchanges. Meanwhile, Daigo mused, "But won't this just infuriate Goku and unleash even greater power?"
Kurosaki Ichigo gripped his blade. "Maybe Frieza thinks he's so strong now that Goku's anger doesn't matter. It's a good thing Goku blocked it, or Frieza would be facing a very short fight."
Krillin, watching from his own timeline, wiped cold sweat from his brow. He had died once to that monster; seeing it almost happen again sent a shiver down his spine. Frieza's confidence was terrifying.
"Our earlier theories are holding up," Naruto observed. "Frieza still isn't on the level of Blue."
Kakashi nodded. "Exactly. Goku is holding his own in his Base Form. Even if Frieza is hiding more power, Goku still has Super Saiyan 1, 2, and 3 in reserve. It seems Super Saiyan Blue is being saved for an even greater threat."
Across the myriad worlds, the consensus shifted. Frieza, the legendary nightmare of the universe, was now viewed as nothing more than an opening act.
If he could only match Goku's Base Form, then the legendary "Golden" power everyone whispered about was surely just a stepping stone toward the true climax of the battle.