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Tien Shinhan looked toward the screen, his brow furrowed in genuine disbelief. "Actually, compared to Son Goku gaining the power of a god on his own, isn't it even more unsettling that he transformed into Super Saiyan Blue against Frieza?" he mused. "Could it be that Frieza truly possesses hidden power that can contend with the ki of a Divine Super Saiyan?"
Kurosaki Ichigo crossed his arms, his eyes fixed on the flickering image. "To be honest, I find that hard to believe. We'll have to keep watching to draw a real conclusion."
Uzumaki Naruto grinned, though his tone held a hint of skepticism. "Indeed, maybe Son Goku just wanted to show off his new transformation? Perhaps in the next moment, Frieza will be instantly obliterated by a single blow?"
Countless viewers across the Wanjie Multiverse shared this thought. To them, the possibility of Frieza growing strong enough to rival Super Saiyan Blue felt like an impossibilityâless likely than Goku simply flaunting his celestial azure aura. They were far more willing to believe in a display of dominance than a genuine parity of power.
Meanwhile, Frieza, the Emperor of the Universe himself, fought the urge to pop the champagne mid-way. Heaven knows how his heart raced when he saw his nemesis ascend to that blue-haired state. If Goku needed that much power, it meant his video counterpart was a monster in his own right! He was itching to celebrate, but he suppressed the excitement. His video self hadn't made a move yet. If he failed now, popping the cork would make him look like a complete clown. He decided to wait; after all, he wasn't short on time.
Back in the video, the atmosphere was suffocating. Upon seeing the eruption of Super Saiyan Blue, Krillin and Gohan were paralyzed with awe. Krillin could only stammer, "Goku, how much stronger do you intend to get before you're satisfied?"
Frieza, however, merely watched with keen interest. There was no fear, no panic, and no desperate reaching for a Scouter. He looked confidentâas if even the power of a god wouldn't stop his revenge.
"Frieza, it's your turn now," Goku said, his voice calm yet heavy with the pressure of his ki. He knew the tyrant was hiding a trump card, and he knew it wouldn't be weak.
"In that case, let me show you the results of my four months of training," Frieza replied. He let out a primal roar, and his aura surged with a violence that shook the very foundation of the Earth. A dazzling golden light erupted, so brilliant it forced the onlookers to shield their eyes. Within that radiance, Frieza's biology shifted. His sleek white chassis was plated in shimmering gold, and his face took on a regal purple hue.
It wasn't just a cosmetic shift. Everyone watching felt the shift in the air; the sheer density of the power emanating from the screen was undeniable.
"Although it's a bit clichĂ©, you can call me Golden Frieza now," the tyrant declared. Goku's expression didn't flicker with fearâit lit up with the fire of a true Saiyan. To him, this version of Frieza was a worthy opponent.
Across the dimensions, the audience was stunned. They expected Frieza to perhaps buff his muscles or increase his speed, but a brand-new transformation? This was unprecedented. Unlike his previous forms, which were merely seals on his natural power, this Golden Form was something he had forged himself.
Duanmu Yan gripped his seat. "Absurd, this is absolutely absurd! Frieza actually gained the power to rival Super Saiyan Blue!"
"Golden Frieza... the power boost this form gives him is truly terrifying!" Zhang Chulan added, sweating at the sheer scale of the energy readings.
Tien Shinhan nodded solemnly. "Who isn't saying that? Originally, Frieza could only contend with Goku's Base Form. But with just one transformation, he jumped across every milestone Goku hit over decades."
The viewers realized the terrifying truth. Between Base and Blue, Goku had Super Saiyan 1, 2, 3, and God. Frieza had skipped the line entirely. One jump had covered the distance of four divine tiers.
Fleet Admiral Sengoku noted the most chilling detail: "I remember... Frieza only trained for about four months, right? To achieve this in such a short time... his latent potential is horrifying."
"No wonder he doesn't take Saiyans seriously," Duanmu Yan muttered.
The Multiverse often debated the "Bloodline Theory" regarding the Dragon Ball world. Many argued that Goku only succeeded because he was a Saiyan. But seeing this, they realized the truth was the opposite. A low-class warrior like Goku surpassing a Prince like Vegeta proved that hard work could defy destiny. Frieza, however, was the ultimate argument for bloodline superiority. Four months of training had eclipsed decades of Saiyan struggle.
Inside his spaceship, the real Frieza finally let out an unbridled laugh. The champagne was popped. He didn't care about appearing composed anymore. His video counterpart wasn't a stepping stone; he was the Final Boss. The shimmering gold, the overwhelming pressure, the god-tier statusâit was everything he had ever dreamed of.
Akira watched the screen with a tactical eye, noting the flow of the battle. He knew that in this world, what mattered wasn't just the blood you were born with, but how you wielded the power you found.