(DISC'D)
David was a fan of the Dragon Ball franchise. He read the manga's and watched all the shows. His favorite character was Frieza, the cold, ruthless frostdemon.
He was on his way to work one day. David took an underground train station to get...
In the midst of their cosmic clash, Janemba's blade danced with deadly precision, each strike met by Frieza's resilient regeneration. In the vastness of space, their battle echoed with the symphony of destruction.
Lost in the unfamiliarity of their surroundings, Frieza grappled with the uncertainty of the universe they now inhabited. With every exchanged blow, the boundaries of reality seemed to fracture further.
Caught in a chokehold, Frieza attempted a feeble "Hakai," an echo of divine power, but lacking the potency of a true God of Destruction. Janemba, seemingly defeated, erupted into laughter. "Your fake Hakai won't work on me! I am mightier than all the Gods of Destruction combined!"
Suddenly, from out of nowhere, Frieza was suckerpunched in the face. Frieza looked at the person who had just punched him and it was not Janemba. Frieza recognized his face, it was Goku's face but the person also looked like Goku black.
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Frieza was confused as he recognized the symbol on the lookalike's chest as Superman's emblem. "Who the hell are you?" Frieza questioned. The Goku look alike smirks, "Don't play dumb with me, Frieza. You know who I am. My name is Xicor, and I don't know who you're fighting or why the hell you're now pink but I'm going to stop you from putting others' lives in danger."
Frieza was even more confused, the look alike just said his name was Xicor. Frieza turned serious and transformed into his Black Frieza form, he punched Xicor so hard, he coughed up blood. Xicor's eyes went wide as he was then knocked out.
Frieza, now more perplexed than ever, exchanged smirks with Janemba. Amidst the chaos, Frieza and Janemba prepared to resume their battle. "Now, where were we?" Janemba inquired with a sinister grin. Frieza, adopting a serious tone, declared, "You're powerful, Janemba, but it's time to end this!"
As they charged towards each other, reality itself trembled. Amid the cosmic turmoil, Frieza sensed the unmistakable power of Vegito. A wicked grin crept across Frieza's face; he had found his desired destination.
"Janemba, you've been an amusing diversion, but our little dance must conclude," Frieza declared with a smirk.
Janemba, unfazed, retorted, "Big words, Frieza, but I've yet to witness anything truly impressive from you."
A confident smile played on Frieza's lips. "Prepare to be impressed," he asserted.
Before Janemba could respond, a bewildering transformation occurred. He found himself transformed into a delectable piece of chocolate, retaining his consciousness and power. Frieza seized the chance, snatching up the chocolate incarnation of Janemba and devouring him.
As Janemba's essence melded with Frieza's, power surged through the tyrant, manifesting in the growth of two imposing horns.
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With newfound strength, Frieza teleported to Vegito, his recent ally.
"Frieza, what's happened to you?" Vegito inquired, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"I absorbed that fool's power for myself," Frieza admitted with a sinister grin. "Now, let me help you heal."
Focusing his energy, Frieza mended Vegito's injuries. As the Saiyan warrior observed the transformation in Frieza, confusion marked his face. "Changed, indeed," Vegito remarked. "But it seems like you could use some more training," Frieza suggests.
Within the confines of the time chamber, a place where temporal currents weaved a unique tapestry, Frieza and Vegito prepared for an intensive training session. The air thickened with anticipation as Frieza, adorned with his newfound power, took charge.
"We've got work to do, Vegito," Frieza asserted, his gaze piercing and focused.
Vegito, ever the stoic warrior, nodded in acknowledgment. "Let's see what you've got, Frieza."
The training montage unfolded as the temporal chamber became a crucible for their shared pursuit of strength. Frieza's movements were fluid, a testament to his years of combat experience, while Vegito's Saiyan prowess added a raw, untamed energy to the mix.
Amidst the whirlwind of punches and energy blasts, Frieza offered guidance. "Channel your energy efficiently, Vegito. Every movement should be deliberate."
Vegito, determined to absorb every piece of wisdom, replied, "I'm still not used to taking advice from someone like you, Frieza."
Frieza smirked. "Times change, and so must we."
The training continued, each clash echoing through the temporal chamber. Sweat glistened on their brows as they honed their abilities, pushing each other to the limits of their power.
As the montage progressed, Frieza and Vegito's camaraderie evolved. Amidst the intense regimen, moments of banter broke the tension.
"You're not as insufferable as I thought, Frieza," Vegito admitted during a brief respite.
Frieza chuckled. "Likewise, Vegito. Maybe there's hope for you yet."
The temporal chamber became a crucible not just for physical prowess but also for mutual understanding. In the dance of energy and combat, an unlikely alliance forged its own path towards strength.
After two decades of rigorous training within the temporal embrace of the chamber, Frieza and Vegito emerged, their forms radiating newfound strength. Vegito, having mastered a form that blended destructive might with an ethereal grace, stood alongside Frieza, the fruits of their labor evident in every confident step.
Yet, hunger gnawed at Vegito, a sensation foreign within the timeless walls of their training ground. Frieza, ever resourceful, utilized his healing abilities to assuage the Saiyan's appetite. In the absence of sustenance, their reliance on each other deepened.
As the chamber's doors opened, the outside world flooded in with familiar faces awaiting them. Bardock, Kakarot, Raditz, Cell, Broly, and even the copy of Frieza left on Earth greeted them with genuine smiles, their curiosity piqued by the presence of Vegito.
Vegito, recognizing each figure before him, couldn't help but feel a twinge of confusion. The Vegeta side of Vegito locked eyes with Bardock, a recognition that transcended the boundaries of time.
"Why is Cell here?" Vegito queried, his gaze lingering on the bio-engineered menace.
Cell, sporting a confident smirk, responded, "Ah, my reputation precedes me, I presume.
