Bringer of Death

Frieza Saga - Part 2: The Legend Awakes

Frieza Saga - Part 2: The Legend Awakes 

Piccolo stood on a cliff side a few hundred feet from the battle, watching. To his left, still wearing blue and white Saiyan armor, was the young Saiyan Gohan. 

"Mr. Piccolo, do you know what just happened to Vegeta? He looks...different." 

"I'm not quite sure, Gohan," the Namekian grunted. "Whatever this Super Saiyan thing he keeps talking about is, I think he may have actually done it. Just feel that energy, it's...amazing." Piccolo was by no means pleased with Vegeta obtaining such an unreal power boost, however he had done it. Yet, as long as the Prince remained focused on fighting Frieza, he was their ally. 

Frieza floated, his gaze transfixed on Vegeta. The frost demon snarled in frustration. "What have you done to yourself?" he yelled. "What new game is this, Vegeta?" 

Ignoring the question, Vegeta vanished, re-appearing instantly above the tyrant. With a mighty stroke from his elbow the prince sent Frieza crashing violently into the rocks below. A wicked smirk had been growing on the prince's face, the basest of his Saiyan instincts bubbling madly to the surface. 

'You're dead, Frieza,' the Super Saiyan inwardly boasted. 

"What could have possibly caused this?" Piccolo thought. "Even after Vegeta made himself so much stronger, by having Dende heal him, he was still useless. He wasn't even able to put a tiny scratch on Frieza's final form. Now, it's as if the roles have been completely reversed. That attack just now was the single most impressive display of power I have ever observed." Gohan and Krillin were both too stunned to respond, the latter's teeth chattering from his overwhelmed state. 

Frieza, covered in rubble, furiously exploded his aura with purple energy. As the blast engulfed the rock and debris around him, vaporizing it and clearing the dust, he glared angrily up at Vegeta. Somehow, he hadn't seen that last attack coming. 

'But, how? I am NOT slower than a monkey!' 

"Oh, Frieza, are you really so fragile as to be damaged by an attack like that?" Vegeta jeered. "You should consider yourself lucky. You have the privilege of being the first person I destroy with my Super Saiyan strength!" 

"WHAT?" cried Frieza. "You're no Super Saiyan!" 

"Oh but truly 'my lord', I AM!" Vegeta grinned with satisfied confidence, inviting the entire planet to bask in his Super Saiyan glory. 

"Why don't we have a little fight to celebrate?" said the proud prince. "It'll be the perfect time to showcase my new strength. That is...if you're feeling up to it." 

'He gets in one lucky blow and all of a sudden he thinks he has already won the game. Stupid, arrogant monkey.' 

Frieza, ever composed and well-mannered, responded casually to the prince's boasts. "Hahahaha, oh Vegeta. I suppose I'll play your little game and indulge you one final time. But now, unfortunately for you, you'll have to back up your delusional pathetic taunts...Super Saiyan." 

Vegeta uncrossed his arms from his chest as he stared at Frieza across the landscape. This, he was going to enjoy. 

"Are you ready now?" he excitedly questioned, "...to witness a power not seen for thousands of years?" 

Instantly, Frieza disappeared and came charging from behind Vegeta with a spinning kick. 'Predictable,' the prince thought. Just as the powerful blow reached its target, Vegeta turned, easily catching the kick with his left hand and responding with a powerful punch to Frieza's gut. 

"Aacchhhhhh" moaned Frieza as he was bowled over in shock. He had never before experienced pain of this magnitude. Finding the resolve to strike back, Frieza straightened his form, his left hand still gripping his stomach from the pain. The Saiyan was nowhere in sight, the frost demon frantically and vainly scanning in every direction.