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Frieza hovered in the infinite black, Golden aura flickering desperately — blood trailing from his ruined left eye socket and the smoldering stump of his shoulder.
His eye a smoking crater, the arm refusing to regrow, pain burning white-hot through his core.
Beerus floated opposite, purple aura steady, barely winded, eyes gleaming with cold amusement.
Frieza's remaining eye narrowed to a slit.
He couldn't afford to lose.
Not here.
Not to this Fucking pussy cat.
The decision crystallized — all out, or annihilation.
A shout tore from his throat — raw, primal, laced with centuries of rage and the buried agony of a boy who once obeyed to survive.
God-ki detonated.
Not a surge.
A cataclysm.
Raw divine essence erupted from his core in a torrent that warped reality itself — space folding, stars dimming in terror as the multiverse groaned under the weight of infinite godhood unleashed.
Light exploded — blinding, apocalyptic, a radiance that pierced the black like the birth of a new cosmos, visible from the farthest edges of creation, shaking divine realms and mortal worlds alike.
Frieza's hair ignited — strands shifting to a fierce, molten mix of gold and crimson, flowing like living flame whipped by cosmic winds.
His remaining eye blazed — red iris ringed with divine fire that burned away doubt.
Blue flames erupted from his back — laced with purple hues, god-ki manifesting as elemental inferno — twisting violently, expanding into massive wings that spanned like a fallen archangel's embrace, scorching the vacuum where no fire should burn, the flames roaring silently yet shaking the void with their fury.
A halo formed above his head — a ring of the same blazing blue-purple fire, flickering with unholy light, pulsing in rhythm with his infinite ki.
He glanced at the stump — no regeneration still.
The hakai still clung like a curse.
"So what," Frieza hissed, voice low and venomous.
From the stump of his left arm, god-ki poured like molten starfire — shaping into a spectral hand of ethereal blue-purple flame, fingers flexing with terrifying precision, crackling with power that erased nearby debris on contact.
The void trembled.
Beerus's grin vanished
The pressure alone had forced Beerus back — the God of Destruction bracing, eyes wide in genuine shock as the tremor rippled back through creation.
His ears flattened, eyes widening in genuine shock — the tremor rippling back through the multiverse.
"What… what is this?!" Beerus snarled, aura flaring defensively.
Frieza's voice echoed — calm, but laced with apocalyptic certainty that silenced the stars.
"Let us end this charade."
Frieza flexed the energy hand.
Wings beat once — shockwaves rippling outward like divine judgment.
He locked his gaze on Beerus — one-eyed, maimed, but burning brighter than any sun.
Frieza had mastered turning ki into fire long ago — a forgotten technique from the series, bending energy into elemental fury.
But now he had done the same with God ki. These flames are now capable of burning a lower god to Ashes
This transformation was semi complete.
Not Golden.
Something more.
God-ki flames roaring, infinite well churning, divine fire incarnate — a god reborn in wrath.
Frieza charged.
The void ignited in cataclysmic war.
And for the first time…
Beerus felt the balance shatter.
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3rd pov.
(Author note/// l am trying something new tell me is it good)
Beerus hovered in the infinite black, purple aura flaring like a storm of cosmic annihilation, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and predatory glee as Frieza's new form blazed before him — wings of blue-purple god-ki flames spreading wide, spectral hand crackling, halo flickering like a crown of divine wrath. The void trembled, stars dimming in fear.
The God of Destruction's grin returned — slow, savage, fangs glinting as his tail lashed once.
"Impressive parlor trick," Beerus snarled, voice low and rumbling, echoing through the vacuum like a death knell. "But you forget — I am Destruction incarnate."
His aura exploded — purple hakai energy surging outward in a cataclysmic wave, the void unraveling at the edges, debris and distant asteroids erasing into nothingness.
Beerus blurred forward — speed defying perception, hakai-coated fist aimed for Frieza's chest like a spear of oblivion.
Frieza met him — energy hand blocking, the clash detonating a shockwave that birthed a temporary black hole, sucking in light and matter before collapsing.
Beerus didn't stop.
He spun — tail whipping with hakai infused, slicing toward Frieza's neck.
Frieza's wings beat — propelling him back, the tail grazing his shoulder, erasing a chunk of flesh in a burst of pain.
Regeneration surged — god-ki flames pouring into the wound, knitting it slower than before, but the hakai resisting like a living curse.
Beerus pressed — a barrage of punches, each laced with erasure, forcing Frieza on defense.
Frieza parried — spectral hand crushing one hakai fist, but Beerus countered with a knee to the gut that folded him, air exploding from his lungs.
Frieza coughed blood — golden droplets floating in the void — but retaliated with a flame-wing swipe, blue-purple fire scorching Beerus's arm.( He also have gold blood l forget to mention this and some other things)
Beerus hissed — hakai flaring to erase the burn — and grabbed Frieza's energy hand, crushing it in his grip.
The spectral limb shattered — god-ki dissipating in sparks.
Frieza roared — halo pulsing brighter — and headbutted Beerus, cracking the god's forehead.
Blood sprayed — purple mingling with golden.
Beerus laughed — dark, unhinged — and unleashed a point-blank hakai blast from his mouth.
The purple void engulfed Frieza — erasing layers of his Golden form, skin peeling away in agonizing strips.
Frieza's wings beat furiously — flames pushing back the hakai, but Beerus powered through, fist driving into Frieza's chest.
Ribs cracked.
Frieza rocketed back — crashing into a drifting asteroid, shattering it to dust.
Beerus followed — hakai spheres raining like meteors of death.
Frieza dodged — weaving through the storm, countering with god-ki flame blasts from his halo, scorching Beerus's fur.
The god swatted them aside — aura flaring higher — and closed the gap again.
A brutal uppercut lifted Frieza.
A hakai-infused elbow smashed him downward.
Frieza stabilized — energy reforming his spectral hand — but Beerus was relentless.
Punch after punch — each one laced with erasure, chipping away at Frieza's form.
The void filled with divine fire and purple voids clashing — explosions birthing temporary stars, black holes forming and collapsing in seconds.
Beerus grabbed Frieza by the throat — hakai energy seeping into his skin, erasing flesh layer by layer.
Frieza's eye socket smoked anew, pain searing.
But he smiled — defiant.
Wings flared — flames exploding outward, forcing Beerus back.
The God of Destruction hovered, breathing heavier now, fur singed, blood trickling.
His eyes burned with fascination and fury.
"You're tougher than I thought, lizard," Beerus admitted, voice low and dangerous.
Frieza's voice rasped through blood.
"The feeling's mutual… cat."
Beerus's grin turned feral.
Frieza now truly understood why Goku and Vegeta never managed to beat this stupid plot progression device.
The void was a maelstrom of clashing divinities — golden god-ki flames roaring against purple hakai storms, space itself tearing and mending in frantic cycles.
Every strike from Beerus landed with soul-rending weight, not just bruising flesh but unraveling the very concept of Frieza's existence.
The missing arm and eye weren't wounds; they were absences — erased from the blueprint of his being, as if Beerus had deleted the code that defined them. Regeneration meant nothing when there was no "there" to regenerate.
Beerus's attacks had evolved — each punch, each swipe, dipped in the pure concept of destruction.
It wasn't mere erasure; it was obliteration on a fundamental level. Frieza's soul felt the pull, threads of his essence fraying with every graze, every near-miss.
Hand-to-hand was suicide — a fool's game against a god who could unmake reality with a whim. Beerus laughed as he pressed the advantage, his aura a vortex of purple void that swallowed light and hope alike.
How naive, Frieza thought, dodging a hakai-laced claw that grazed his cheek, erasing a strip of skin and the soul beneath it.
To think I could match him physically. He's not fighting; he's toying. Always one step ahead, always overshadowing. A plot device designed to escalate, to humble.
The realization burned hotter than his god-ki flames. Goku and Vegeta had chased this cat-god's tail for years, breaking limits only to find new ones imposed.
Now Frieza saw it too — Beerus was the ceiling that raised itself, the horizon that receded. But Frieza refused to chase.
He would build his own.
Inspiration struck like a death beam — the spectral energy hand he had forged from god-ki during the transformation, a makeshift limb born of necessity.
If a hand… why not more?
He have infinite energy he probably is the only person capable of even trying.
Frieza retreated a step — god-ki surging from his core, infinite generator churning like a star's heart.
He channeled it outward.
Not flames.
Not wings.
A construct.
God-ki poured from his body in rivers of blue-purple light, shaping, expanding, solidifying.
Armor formed — massive plates of ethereal energy encasing him, growing into a colossal frame.
Limbs extended — arms of divine fire, legs like pillars of compressed void.
A Gundam
Towering, god-ki forged — blue-purple flames for joints, halo expanding into a crown-like helm, wings fusing into thrusters that scorched space.
Frieza sat within — a pilot in his own divine mecha, the energy responding to his will like an extension of his soul.
The void quaked anew.
Beerus paused, eyes widening slightly.
Frieza's voice boomed from the construct — amplified, omnipotent.
"Now… let's see you erase this."
The Gundam charged — fists the size of asteroids slamming forward.
The battle escalated.
And Frieza was no longer playing by Beerus's rules.
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Against someone who could Erase you with a touch. You have to get creative.
Img of all his form are in the comment.