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I appreciate talking to my community to see what could be improved or just talking normally.
Regardless thanks y'all.
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The colossal god-ki mecha — Frieza's divine construct — surged forward in the void, wings of blue-purple flames beating once with cataclysmic force, propelling the towering frame like a comet of judgment.
Its right gauntlet — a massive fist of ethereal energy, crackling with compressed god-ki — cocked back, the air around it warping as power condensed into a single, apocalyptic point.
Beerus braced, hakai flaring defensively.
The mecha's first strike came.
The fist launched — a blur of divine fury, trailing a tail of blue-purple inferno that scorched the vacuum itself.
The impact hit Beerus's crossed arms with the force of colliding galaxies.
A silent detonation erupted — shockwaves rippling outward in perfect spheres, erasing debris fields and dimming nearby stars.
Beerus skidded back — feet digging invisible trenches in space, aura flickering as the blow drove him hundreds of kilometers in an instant.
His guard cracked faintly, purple lightning sputtering.
Frieza's voice boomed from the construct's core — cold, triumphant.
"Feel that, cat?"
The mecha's halo pulsed brighter.
The first strike had landed.
And the void trembled in anticipation of the next.
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. stars dimming in fear.
The God of Destruction's grin returned — slow, savage, fangs glinting as his tail lashed once.
"Impressive," Beerus purred, voice dripping with mockery.
"In my million of years of being a God of Destruction no mortal nor god has ever used something so geniusly stupid. No Mortal should be capable of making something this ki intensive."
"But Regardless let's see how long that little light show lasts."
His aura detonated — purple hakai energy surging in a cataclysmic wave, unraveling the void at its edges, erasing debris in silent, hungry bursts.
Beerus blurred — speed shattering perception.
He struck first — hakai-coated fist slamming into the mecha's chest plate.
The impact detonated — blue-purple armor cracking like divine glass, god-ki flames sputtering as hakai devoured the construct's surface.
Frieza's mecha staggered — the blow driving it back, wings faltering.
Beerus pressed relentlessly — tail whipping with hakai-infused force, slicing through one wing in a burst of erasure, flames dissipating into nothingness.
The mecha's halo flickered.
Frieza countered — spectral gauntlet swinging in a massive arc.
Beerus ducked, countering with an uppercut that shattered the mecha's lower torso plating, hakai seeping in like poison.
The construct groaned — ethereal armor buckling.
Beerus laughed — dark, unhinged — and unleashed a barrage of hakai spheres, purple voids raining like judgment.
The mecha blocked with crossed arms — spheres exploding on contact, erasing chunks of armor, flames guttering.
Frieza's voice boomed from the core — defiant.
Beerus blurred inside the guard — fist driving into the helm's visor, cracking the ethereal faceplate.
The mecha reeled.
Beerus grabbed a wing — hakai flaring — and tore it free in a spray of god-ki fire.
The construct howled — energy feedback surging.
Beerus spun — hakai palm slamming into the chest core.
Erasure spread — devouring the mecha from within.
Frieza's aura flickered inside — desperate.
Beerus's eyes blazed.
"Time to end this toy," he snarled.
Hakai energy condensed in his palm — a sphere of absolute oblivion.
He pressed it forward — into the mecha's core.
The counterattack was merciless.
Frieza's colossal god-ki mecha staggered in the void — ethereal blue-purple armor cracked and scarred, one wing torn free, halo flickering like a dying star. Hakai spread across the construct like black veins, erasure gnawing at its edges.
Inside the core, Frieza's remaining eye burned with desperation — the infinite generator churning at maximum, god-ki flooding his veins, but Beerus's relentless assault had pushed him to the brink.
Not like this.
Not under his heel again.
A desperate roar tore from his throat — raw, defiant.
God-ki detonated from the mecha in a final, cataclysmic surge.
The construct's remaining wing flared — blue-purple flames exploding outward in a nova of divine fire, pushing back Beerus's hakai storm.
The spectral gauntlets ignited — energy condensing into twin lances of pure god-ki, crackling with elemental fury.
Frieza's voice boomed — amplified, unhinged.
"If I fall… I take you with me!"
The Susano like mecha charged — speed shattering the void, halo pulsing like a dying heart.
First strike — right gauntlet slamming down, a fist of ethereal fire aimed to crush Beerus into oblivion.
Beerus blocked — hakai flaring — but the impact detonated a shockwave that scattered stars.
Frieza pressed — left lance thrusting forward, piercing toward Beerus's chest.
Beerus twisted — hakai erasing the lance tip — but the flames grazed his side, scorching divine fur.
Frieza roared — mecha spinning, wings beating to propel a knee strike to Beerus's gut.
The god doubled — aura flickering — but countered with a hakai palm to the mecha's chest.
Armor shattered — erasure spreading.
Frieza didn't stop.
He poured everything — infinite ki flooding the construct, flames erupting from every crack.
The mecha grabbed Beerus — spectral hands clamping around his arms.
Frieza's voice rasped, desperate.
"Burn with me!"
God-ki flames exploded point-blank — a blue-purple inferno engulfing Beerus, scorching the void, erasing debris in a sphere of divine fire.
Beerus roared — hakai surging to push back the flames.
The mecha cracked — overloading, armor melting under its own power.
Frieza's remaining eye gleamed with mad defiance.
One last gamble.
The construct self-destruct sequence initiated — god-ki compressing into the core, ready to detonate like a supernova.
Frieza's final counterattack — desperate, all-or-nothing.
The void held its breath.
And the explosion began.
A pinpoint of blinding light.
Then expansion.
The explosion erupted — blue-purple god-ki flames laced with elemental fury, devouring the void in a cataclysmic wave.
The shockwave ripped through space — erasing debris, stars, nebulae in silent, apocalyptic bursts.
Galaxies trembled.
Planets vaporized.
The entire galaxy — billions of stars, trillions of worlds — unraveled in the divine. Inferno ...Destroyed.
Light from the blast pierced the cosmos, visible across universes.
Everything in Universe 7's galactic cluster was consumed — erased,unmade.
Frieza and Beerus at the center — locked in mutual annihilation, hakai and god-ki flames clashing in a final, blinding nova.
Then — time reversed.
The explosion imploded.
Flames sucked back.
Stars reformed.
Galaxies rewound.
The void stabilized.
Whis hovered in the center — staff glowing, the rewind complete.
He sighed softly.
Beerus floated nearby — battered, aura flickering, eyes wide.
Frieza — mecha shattered, body maimed — drifted, barely alive.
Whis looked at Beerus, voice calm but firm.
"My lord… the whole galaxy would have been finished if you hadn't ended him when you did."
Beerus panted, wiping blood from his mouth.
He glanced at Frieza's broken form.
A slow, dangerous grin spread.
"Yeah…" he muttered. "Close call."
Whis smiled faintly.
The universe was saved.
For now.
But the lizard had pushed a God of Destruction to the edge.
And Beerus wasn't done yet.
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Frieza floated in the infinite black, Golden aura flickering weakly — blood trailing from his ruined left eye socket and the smoldering stump of his shoulder.
The mecha was gone, shattered remnants dissolving into sparks around him.
He wasn't unconscious just....Stunned.
The realization hit like a second death beam.
He rewound time.
The explosion… erased.
The galaxy saved.
By Whis.
Frieza's remaining eye widened — shock turning to cold fury.
Beerus floated closer — purple aura steady, hakai energy swirling in his raised palm like a void ready to swallow existence.
The God of Destruction's grin was slow, savage.
"Any last wishes, lizard ?"
Frieza stared — blood dripping, body maimed, but mind racing.
He forced a smile — small, defiant.
"Ten days."
Beerus laughed — loud, mocking, echoing through the void.
"Why would I even give you ten days?"
Frieza's smile widened — knowing, challenging.
"Don't tell me the magnificent God of Destruction couldn't spare a mortal — one who stabilized the mortal level — ten pathetic days."
He paused, voice dropping.
"Besides… what can I even do? My left arm is gone. My eye ruined."
"Not to mention Who's going to take care of my empire?"
His tone turned calculated.
"If the empire falls… so does half the universe. The mortal level would plument immediately."
Beerus's hakai dimmed slightly.
Frieza pressed.
"Surely… you can grant that."
A long silence.
Beerus lowered his hand — hakai fading.
He smirked.
"Fine. Since you asked so nicely."
Then, as if remembering something important, he added casually.
"Also… I want the food l was eating. In tons."
Frieza nodded — calm.
"Done."
Beerus gave a signal to Whis who nodded slightly.
The air shimmered.
Beerus and Whis vanished — teleporting away.
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In the space tunnel:-
Whis, while guiding Beerus back to the divine realm, glanced at his master.
"My lord… why didn't you end it?"
Beerus floated lazily, an evil smirk spreading across his face — fangs glinting, eyes gleaming with cruel delight.
"Because l want see that despicable Mortal completely broken."
"Who does he think he is. Disrespecting me and just getting away with it with a broken body no no no no.... He will suffer"
His voice dropped, dark and savoring.
"I would just love to see the look of his facewhen he realizes… no matter what he does, no matter how hard he tries, No matter how far he goes… he's going to get destroyed and not even his soul is going to survive."
He chuckled — low, vicious.
Whis hummed softly — neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
The palace drifted on.
And in the void, Frieza floated alone.
Ten days.
To heal.
To plan.
To defy.
The countdown began.
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Let see what Frieza have in mind after that crushing defeat.
NEXT TIME ON DRAGON BALL Z.