To say Piccolo was winning, i'd call it a joke.
He was dominating.
Every strike he landed echoed across Namek's plains like thunder. Frieza's massive second-form body reeled again and again, green blood splattering across shattered stone as Piccolo hammered him from every angle. Punches. Kicks. Elbows. Energy-infused blows that cracked the air itself.
Vegeta stared in disbelief.
Krillin cheered.
Gohan clenched his fists, eyes wide with awe.
And me?
I was enjoying the show as i knew it would last long.
But Frieza was many things.
Arrogant.
Cruel.
Sadistic.
And above all...
A VERY sore loser.
His laughter cut through the battlefield like a blade.
"Enough," Frieza snarled.
Piccolo struck him again, a brutal uppercut that snapped Frieza's head back.
We all felt it then.
A shift.
His energy started to rise.
Frieza floated back, straightening slowly as his body began to glow.
"No," I muttered.
Piccolo sensed it too.
"Don't let him transform!" I shouted. "Kill him, now!"
Piccolo roared and surged forward, fists glowing with power as he unleashed everything he had left.
Punch after punch slammed into Frieza's chest.
Nothing happened.
Frieza didn't even flinch.
His body began to change.
Muscles bulged grotesquely. His form stretched taller, broader. His skull elongated, forehead extending outward into something monstrous and alien.
The pressure in the air skyrocketed, we felt his power level shot up to 20,000,000, as the force alone was blowing us away.
Gohan cried out, shielding his face with his arms.
Krillin staggered back.
Vegeta's eyes widened in horror.
"…Another transformation," he whispered. "Impossible…"
Frieza's third form completed itself in a violent surge of power that blasted Piccolo backward like a discarded toy. Piccolo slammed into the ground hard enough to carve a trench through solid rock.
My stomach dropped.
Piccolo pushed himself up, bleeding, breathing hard.
Frieza smiled.
And then he moved.
Too fast.
Piccolo barely had time to raise his arms before Frieza's fist crashed into his ribs. Bone cracked. Piccolo screamed as he was sent flying again, tumbling end over end.
"PICCOLO!" Gohan shouted.
I clenched my teeth.
This was bad.
Time for plan B.
Frieza descended on Piccolo like a storm, beating him mercilessly. Each blow was casual. Cruel. Frieza wasn't fighting anymore.
He was toying with him.
This wasn't Piccolo's fight anymore.
And if Frieza reached his final form...
I floated upward slowly, heart pounding.
"…Alright," I muttered. "Guess it's my turn."
.....
I raised both hands toward the heavens.
The green sky of Namek stretched endlessly above me, clouds drifting lazily, unaware of the violence below.
I closed my eyes.
And I asked.
I reached outward with my spirit, touching the planet itself. The grass. The water. The living things hiding in fear beneath the earth.
Please, I whispered silently. Lend me your strength.
The response was immediate.
Energy flowed.
Soft at first.
Then stronger.
A glowing blue sphere began to form high above me, pulsing gently, growing larger by the second.
Piccolo noticed first.
Even through the pain, his one good eye widened slightly.
Gohan felt it next, looking up in awe.
Krillin followed, jaw dropping.
And they knew, what i was planning to do.
Vegeta turned slowly, eyes locking onto the growing orb.
"What… is that?" he whispered.
The Spirit Bomb grew.
And grew.
And grew.
The sky darkened as if a second sun was being born.
Frieza finally grew bored of beating Piccolo and turned, curiosity flickering across his monstrous face.
He looked up.
"…How quaint," Frieza said. "A star?"
I gritted my teeth, sweat pouring down my face as I poured everything into control.
Because I knew something Frieza didn't.
He couldn't sense energy.
He had no idea what was coming.
....
Frieza laughed, as he was toying with piccolo's body.
"This form is tiresome, and too big for my liking," he said. "Let us end this."
His body began to shrink.
Condense.
The monstrous bulk melted away, replaced by something far smaller.
Far more dangerous.
The air screamed as Frieza completed his final form... sleek, compact, terrifyingly calm, and easily reaching 160,000,000.
Vegeta fell to his knees.
"…That form," he whispered. "That's… his true power…"
The Spirit Bomb pulsed above us, now massive...larger than mountains, glowing with pure blue light.
Frieza looked up at it again, squinting.
"…is the sun getting bigger," he muttered.
I dropped my hands.
"Too late, shorty," I said quietly.
...
The Spirit Bomb fell.
Slow at first.
And then faster.
Frieza look up, a hand outstretched.
"I will not be fooled by your little trick!" he said clamly.
He blasted at it.
For a split second....
Nothing happened.
Then...
WHITE.
The explosion was absolute.
Light swallowed the world.
Sound ceased to exist.
A shockwave tore across Namek, flattening mountains, ripping the ground apart, boiling the lake nearby in an instant.
I shielded my eyes, teeth clenched as the blast washed over us.
When the light faded…
There was nothing.
No Frieza.
No ki.
No presence.
Just scorched namek and silence.
....
I dropped to the ground immediately and ran to Piccolo's side.
He was barely conscious, body broken, breathing shallow.
I knelt beside him and placed my hands over his chest.
"Hold on," I said softly.
I focused.
Spirit Control.
Healing energy flowed from me into him, gentle and precise, knitting muscle, restoring bone, stabilizing his breathing.
Piccolo groaned.
"…You toke your sweet time," he muttered weakly.
I laughed shakily. "You're welcome, by the way."
Gohan and Krillin cheered, rushing over.
"We did it!" Krillin shouted.
"He's gone!" Gohan cried, tears in his eyes.
Vegeta stood frozen.
Silent.
As he looked at the scorched floor.
"…You killed him," he whispered. "Frieza… is dead…"
I stood slowly, looking at where Frieza had been.
"…Yeah," I said. "it was pretty easy."
For the first time in Vegeta life...
Vegeta felt a unspeakable Rage boiling.
Ben's power level: 25,007