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Frieza lounged in the opulent quarters of Bucephalus, the chamber a blend of gothic grandeur and personal indulgence — dark marble floors veined with gold, walls lined with trophies from forgotten worlds, and a massive viewport framing the endless black.
He was deep into *Dark Souls* on the console, fingers dancing across the controller with casual precision, the screen flickering with the grim dance of a boss fight.
A knock — hesitant, but insistent.
Frieza paused the game, red eyes narrowing.
The door opened.
Cym entered, bowing low.
"My lord," he said, voice steady but edged with excitement. "Good news."
Frieza set the controller aside, leaning back with a lazy smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"It better be, Cym. For your sake."
Cym straightened slightly.
"The Ginyu Force has located Planet Namek."
Frieza's posture shifted — instant, alert.
The controller forgotten.
"Namek?" His voice was soft, dangerous.
"Explain. I ordered them here at maximum speed. How, precisely, did they detour to find an entire planet?"
Cym bowed again.
"They reported that en route, their ship's long-range sensors detected an atmosphere and energy signature matching your exact description, my lord. They diverted briefly to confirm."
Frieza's eyes gleamed — calculating, pleased.
*Serendipity,* he thought. *Or perhaps the universe bending to my will.*
He leaned forward.
"And their current status?"
"They await orders, my lord. How should they proceed?"
Frieza's smile widened — slow, sinister.
"Tell them to handle it with… delicate care. Ensure every soul on that planet is left deeply satisfied."
He paused, voice dropping to silk over steel.
"Zero force. I want it peaceful. Flawless. Not a single hair harmed."
Cym nodded, understanding the unspoken weight.
"Yes, my lord."
He bowed and withdrew.
Frieza leaned back, resuming the game — but his mind was already on Namek.
The Dragon Balls.
The Ginyus would deliver the planet intact.
And then…
He would arrive.
The boss on screen died with a final, pathetic wail.
Frieza smirked.
*Just like everything else.*
The universe was aligning.
And he was ready to collect.
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One day later.
Frieza stood on the barren plain of the uninhabited planet, the bruised sky above casting a dull, oppressive light over the cracked earth. The air was breathable but heavy, as if the world itself anticipated violence.
Opposite him, Broly towered — massive frame tense, muscles coiled, eyes flickering with restrained power.
Frieza regarded him with calm detachment, hands clasped behind his back.
"Have you practiced what I taught you?"
Broly nodded, but his voice carried a nervous edge. "I did, my lord… but I can only reach the Oozaru state — green, not golden. And… I destroyed six planets before I could keep my sanity."
Frieza's expression remained unimpressed — he had expected nothing less.
Broly was no ordinary Saiyan.
He was Legendary.
The Great Ape form, when pushed toward Super Saiyan, twisted into something primal and green — raw power without the refined gold of control.
Frieza's lips curved faintly.Then he raised one hand, fingers tracing glowing arcane runes in the void — symbols of dark magic drawn from his vast new reserves.
The sigils flared crimson, then sank into Broly's chest like embers into flesh.
Broly tensed, a low rumble escaping his throat as the spell took hold.
Frieza's voice was calm, almost casual.
"A minor enchantment. Your ki will now convert automatically into breathable oxygen — indefinitely. Space will no longer be a barrier."
Broly's crimson eyes flickered with understanding.
The runes faded, leaving only a faint glow beneath his fur.
Frieza lowered his hand.
"Transform," he said simply. "I'll handle the rest."
Broly inhaled deeply.
He raised one hand toward the empty sky.
A small, condensed sphere of ki formed in his palm — swirling, bright, artificial moonlight.
The technique Vegeta had once used — simple, elegant, devastating.
Broly had mastered it with ease under Frieza's guidance.
He released it upward.
The sphere hung in the atmosphere, blooming into a false moon that bathed the planet in pale, eerie light.
Broly's eyes locked on it.
His body tensed.
A roar tore from his throat — primal, earth-shaking.
AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHAHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHAAAAAAAAA
Power exploded outward.
A deeper roar tore from Broly's maw — feral, unhinged — as green energy surged through him like poisoned lightning.
His fur shifted hue, darkening to emerald-tinged black, aura exploding in violent waves that scorched the earth black and sent boulders hurtling skyward.
The Legendary Great Ape stood complete — a colossus of primal fury, muscles rippling under glowing skin, tail lashing like a whip that cracked sonic booms.
Frieza stood unmoved, base form casual, hands behind his back. "Impressive," he said softly.
"NowLet's dance to our heart content."
Broly lunged — a blur of green destruction, one massive fist slamming down like a meteor.
The impact detonated the plain — earth erupting in a radial blast, dust clouds billowing hundreds of meters high.
Frieza sidestepped at the last instant, the punch grazing his shoulder — enough to tear his suit sleeve and send a shockwave rippling through the air.
He retaliated with a single jab to Broly's exposed ribs.
The blow landed like thunder — Broly's fur singed, bones cracking audibly as he staggered back, roaring in pain.
But He swung again — a haymaker that cleaved the air, fist whistling like artillery.
Frieza ducked, countering with an uppercut to the jaw.
Broly's head snapped back, blood spraying from his maw, but he answered with a backhand swipe that clipped Frieza's side, sending him skidding across the ground, carving a deep furrow.
Frieza flipped to his feet, suit torn, a faint bruise forming — then vanishing as his regeneration kicked in.
"More,Did you forget to eat breakfast" Frieza commanded, voice cold.
Broly charged, fists flying in a barrage — left hook, right cross, overhead smash.
Each punch cratered the earth where Frieza had been a split-second before.
Frieza weaved through the storm — blocking one with his forearm (the impact shattering nearby boulders), dodging another, then counterpunching Broly's gut.
Air exploded from Broly's lungs.
He doubled over — but lashed out with a knee strike that Frieza caught on crossed arms, the force lifting him off the ground.
Frieza twisted, flipping over Broly and delivering a hammer fist to the back of his neck.
Broly slammed face-first into the dirt, the planet trembling.
He rose roaring, green aura flaring brighter, and unleashed a point-blank energy blast from his maw — a beam of emerald destruction that scorched the horizon.
Frieza crossed his arms — the blast slamming into him, pushing him back, feet digging trenches in the soil.
His skin burned, clothes smoldering, but he held.
Then he punched through the beam — fist connecting with Broly's jaw in a thunderclap uppercut.
Broly's head whipped back, teeth flying.
He retaliated with a wild haymaker — Frieza ducked, countering with a rapid combo: jab to the solar plexus, hook to the ribs, elbow to the chin.
Each hit landed with bone-crunching force — Broly's fur matting with blood, ribs cracking, jaw dislocating.
But Broly healed — ki surging — and grabbed Frieza's arm mid-strike, crushing it in his grip.
Frieza's bones snapped — pain flaring — but he twisted free, regenerating instantly.
The fight dragged on — hours blurring into a symphony of violence.
Broly's punches grew heavier, each one splitting mountains in the distance with shockwaves alone.
Frieza met them head-on — blocking, parrying, countering with strikes that left Broly reeling, blood spraying in arcs.
A devastating overhead from Broly — Frieza caught it two-handed, knees buckling under the force, the ground sinking beneath him.
He shoved back, flipping Broly overhead and slamming him into a crater.
Broly rose, aura flickering unstable — the Great Ape form straining at its limits.
Frieza pressed — a flurry of punches to the torso, each one caving in ribs with wet cracks.
Broly staggered, form collapsing.
The transformation buckled.
In a final, desperate roar, Broly's body contorted — fur receding in patches, muscles compressing with violent spasms, aura imploding inward then exploding out in a golden storm.
Hair lengthened wildly, black with red streaks.
Crimson fur erupted across his torso.
Tail lashed furiously.
Eyes flashed gold — slitted, feral.
The ground shattered in a radial blast, winds howling as power screamed for release.
Super Saiyan 4.
Broly rose — taller, primal, a god of destruction incarnate, chest heaving, sanity clinging by threads.
He locked eyes with Frieza — gold on red.
Frieza's smile widened — genuine, thrilled.
"Now," he said, voice low and eager, "show me everything."
The air ignited.
And the true battle erupted anew.
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IMPORTANT NOTICE
{Author note:- the only reason broly is breaking Frieza bones is that Frieza is suppression his durability to the max to somewhat enjoy the fight. Because if he wanted to nothing broly could do even bruise him. But now that broly has transform it will be different.}
(At first l wanted green fur but then l realized it didn't make sense as Broly might be legendary super Saiyan but that didn't mean his transformation have to be different. Green fur be used for a different transformation.)