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Broly towered in his Super Saiyan 4 form — crimson fur bristling like flames, black-red hair whipping wildly in the storm of his own aura, golden eyes burning with a primal, unhinged fire that could incinerate worlds.
His chest heaved, muscles rippling with barely contained fury, the ground cracking beneath his feet as power leaked in violent pulses.
He locked eyes with Frieza — the tall, pale human figure standing calm and untouched — and his voice erupted like thunder splitting the sky, raw, guttural, laced with centuries of suppressed rage.
"You… you're NO TRUE KING!"
The words roared out, shaking the planet, aura exploding brighter in a green-red inferno that scorched the air.
"To think l was afraid of you once… but no more! You're nothing! A false ruler! I am the legend! I should sit on the throne! I SHOULD BE THE TRUE KING!"
His roar echoed across the shattered landscape, fists clenching so hard blood dripped from his palms.
Frieza stood unmoved, red eyes narrowing with dark amusement.
He tilted his head slightly.
"What is a king…" he murmured, voice silk and venom, "…to a GOD?"
The words hung in the air like a challenge.
Broly's aura detonated.
Broly roared and lunged — fists blazing with red-black ki, closing the distance in a blur.
The fight exploded.
Broly struck first — a devastating hook that Frieza blocked with crossed arms, the impact detonating a shockwave that leveled forests miles away.
Frieza slid back, boots carving trenches, but smiled wider.
Broly pressed — relentless barrage: knee to the gut, elbow smash, overhead hammer fist.
Frieza weaved and blocked, taking glancing blows that cracked his guard, blood trickling from a split lip.
Broly had the upper hand — raw power overwhelming, forcing Frieza on defense, punches landing with bone-jarring force.
A brutal uppercut sent Frieza airborne.
Broly followed — mid-air assault, fists hammering like meteors.
Frieza blocked most, but one clean hit to the ribs cracked bone — pain flaring, regeneration kicking in instantly.
Broly roared in triumph, aura surging.
Frieza landed lightly, wiping blood from his mouth.
His smile vanished.
"Enough of this warm-up," he said, voice low and dangerous.
"Let's dance for real."
Power erupted.
Not Golden.
Not yet.
Just his base form — 100%.
Ki surged like a supernova contained in human skin — aura flaring white-gold, dense, heavy, the planet groaning as gravity warped around him.
The air screamed.
Broly's eyes widened.
Frieza blurred forward.
The real fight began.
Frieza's aura flared white-gold at 100% base — dense, suffocating, the planet's gravity warping as if bowing to him. The air screamed, dust spiraling into cyclones.
Broly charged — Super Saiyan 4 fury unleashed, crimson fur blazing, fists hammering like meteors.
The first clash detonated the plain — shockwaves flattening everything for hundreds of kilometers, the ground liquefying under the impact.
Broly pressed hard — hook to the body, uppercut snapping Frieza's head back, knee driving into his gut.
Frieza took the hits — blood spraying, ribs cracking — regeneration surging instantly, but he let Broly feel the advantage.
Broly roared, tail lashing, aura spiking red-black.
A brutal overhead smash — Frieza blocked, arms crossing, the force driving him to one knee, earth sinking beneath.
Broly followed with a point-blank ki blast — crimson beam erupting from his palm.
Frieza punched through it — fist shattering the energy, connecting with Broly's jaw in a thunderclap that sent him skidding back, carving a canyon.
Broly healed, laughing wildly — primal joy in the fight.
He blurred forward — combo of punches, elbows, knees, each one landing with bone-jarring force.
Frieza blocked most, countered with precision: jab to the throat, hook to the liver, palm strike to the chest that expelled air from Broly's lungs in a whoosh.
Broly staggered, but grabbed Frieza's arm — crushing grip, swinging him overhead and slamming him into the ground.
The planet quaked.
Frieza rose, suit torn, blood on his lip — smile widening.
He blurred — speed ramping.
Now Frieza pressed.
A flurry of strikes — left-right-left, fists blurring, each punch landing on Broly's guard, forcing him back step by step.
Broly blocked, countered — hook grazing Frieza's cheek, drawing blood.
Frieza licked it, eyes gleaming.
He vanished — reappearing behind, elbow to the spine.
Broly spun, tail whip — Frieza caught it, yanked, flipping Broly overhead and slamming him face-first.
Broly rose roaring, aura exploding higher.
They collided mid-air — punches trading at blinding speed, shockwaves rippling like nuclear blasts.
Broly landed a clean shot — uppercut lifting Frieza off his feet.
Frieza laughed — genuine, thrilled — and countered with a knee to the gut, folding Broly in half.
He followed with a barrage — fists hammering Broly's face, chest, sides — each hit a detonation.
Broly blocked desperately, blood spraying, healing frantically.
The planet cracked beneath them — continents shifting from the force.
Broly roared, power spiking — grabbing Frieza mid-punch, headbutting him hard enough to blur vision.
Frieza staggered — first real opening.
Broly capitalized — hammer fists raining down.
Frieza blocked, took hits, regeneration surging.
Then his eyes flashed.
"Enough," he said, voice low and lethal.
The air stilled.
Then power erupted.
Golden light exploded outward — blinding, divine, suffocating.
Frieza's hair shifted to brilliant gold and blazing red, skin taking on a metallic sheen, aura compressing into a silent, perfect halo of god-ki.
Golden Frieza.
Not the old non god ki version
This was refined — dense, flawless, infinite.
Of course this only used a fraction of Frieza god ki as anything more and a different transformation might occur.
The planet screamed.
Broly's eyes widened — instinct recognizing the abyss.
Frieza flexed his fingers once.
The ground for miles around sank under the weight of his Aura alone.
He looked at Broly — golden eyes calm, merciless.
"Now," he said, voice echoing with divine authority, "kneel… or break."
Broly roared in defiance — charging one final time.
Frieza blurred forward.
The escalation was absolute.
And the planet's fate hung by a thread.
Frieza's Golden aura flared brighter — a silent, perfect halo of god-ki that compressed the air into submission. Broly — Super Saiyan 4 at his peak — charged one final time, golden eyes blazing with primal defiance, fists cocked for a killing blow.
Frieza didn't move.
He simply raised one finger.
A casual flick.
The motion was almost lazy — like swatting a fly.
The impact hit Broly's forehead with the force of a supernova.
His head snapped back.
His body went rigid.
Then he rocketed downward — a golden-red comet slammed into the planet's crust.
The surface exploded on contact.
Broly punched straight through layers of rock, mantle, magma — ki blazing, fists hammering relentlessly as he drove deeper, deeper, toward the core.
The planet screamed.
Continents buckled.
Oceans vaporized.
Volcanoes erupted in chains across the globe.
Broly reached the core — a molten heart of iron and fire.
He roared one last time.
And unleashed everything.
His ki detonated inside the planet's heart — a Legendary explosion that shattered the core from within.
The world convulsed.
Cracks raced across the surface like veins of light.
Then it imploded.
Frieza hovered in the void, watching calmly as the planet folded in on itself — continents crushing inward, oceans boiling away, the entire sphere collapsing into a molten sphere of ruin.
A final, silent flash.
And nothing remained but debris and dust.
He had just destroyed a planet with minimal effort.
Frieza lowered his hand.
His Golden aura dimmed.
He turned away, suit barely ruffled.
"Disappointing," he murmured to the empty void.
And drifted back toward Bucephalus.
The monster had been tested.
And accidentally killed.
"Oh well... l guess l will have to revive via Namek dragon ball"
"Such a waste of wish tsk ysk."
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Broly's body hung motionless in the void for a heartbeat — suspended amid the debris of the shattered planet, golden eyes dimming.
Then something snapped inside him..
His mouth opened wide.
A roar erupted — primal, earth-shattering, impossible.
The sound tore through the vacuum where no sound should travel, vibrating through ki itself, echoing across the empty black like a physical force.
Debris shuddered.
Distant asteroids cracked.
The void itself seemed to scream back.
Broly's crimson aura exploded outward — violent, unstable, streaked with virulent green lightning that lashed like living whips.
His eyes ignited — gold bleeding into wild emerald.
Muscles swelled grotesquely, veins pulsing with Legendary fury.
Fully berserk.
The Legendary Super Saiyan 4 unleashed — no control, no sanity, only rage incarnate.
Frieza turned slowly, red eyes narrowing with dark fascination.
Broly's roar continued — endless, deafening, a challenge to the stars themselves.
Frieza's smile returned — sharp, thrilled.
"Finally, he didn't die after all" he murmured.
The berserk legend charged.
And the void ignited.
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