𝙍𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝘼𝙨 𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙯𝙖

Chapter 21: Seal, Goodbyes, Victory

"I need you all to hold him back, I know what to do," Frieza commanded, his voice steady despite the chaos that raged around them. The Saiyan warriors, recognizing the gravity of the situation, responded with urgency. They transformed into their most formidable forms, their auras flaring brightly as they prepared for the battle ahead.

Broly Black stood at the center of the storm, his dark, godly energy crackling violently. The ground trembled beneath him as he unleashed waves of destructive power, each attack sending shockwaves through the air. The Saiyans, undeterred, charged at him with everything they had. Broly, in his Full Power form, roared with fury, meeting their onslaught with a relentless counterattack.

As the battle raged on, Frieza kept his distance, creating a considerable space around him. His eyes were focused, his mind already devising the next step in their plan. "What are you going to do?" Bulma asked, her voice tinged with both worry and curiosity as she observed the scene.

Frieza glanced over his shoulder, a confident smirk curling his lips. "Seal him away," he replied simply. With a swift motion, he began to weave intricate patterns in the air, using his magic to conjure a powerful containment field. He formed a large, shimmering container and a wrap around it, each element infused with his formidable energy. The seal he was crafting was no ordinary barrier; it was a creation born from Frieza's immense power, designed to hold even the most formidable of foes.

With the container ready, Frieza teleported directly into the heart of the battlefield. "Everyone, out of the way!" he barked, his voice cutting through the clamor of combat. The Saiyans, recognizing the urgency in his tone, complied immediately, retreating to the edges of the fray. Their movements were quick and precise, clearing a path for Frieza to work his magic.

Broly Black, sensing the shift in the battle, lunged at Frieza with a snarl of anger. His eyes blazed with a fierce, malevolent light, and his energy surged as he charged forward. But Frieza was prepared. With a snap of his fingers, he created a dozen clones of himself, each one identical to the original and equally formidable. The clones surrounded Broly Black, their combined power creating a formidable barrier that held him in place.

Frieza watched with a cold, calculating gaze as his clones grappled with Broly Black. His smirk widened as he saw the dark warrior struggling against the restraints. With the battlefield momentarily clear, Frieza placed the container on the ground, positioning it directly in Broly Black's path. The Saiyan's struggle only intensified as he tried to break free, but the clones were relentless, their grip unyielding.

Taking a deep breath, Frieza raised his arms and shouted the incantation with authority. "Evil Containment Wave!" The words rang out with a powerful resonance, and a wave of energy surged from Frieza, enveloping Broly Black and the container. The force of the wave was immense, a swirling vortex of energy that pulled Broly Black toward the container with irresistible force.

Broly Black fought against the wave, his body twisting and contorting as he attempted to resist. His curses and threats echoed through the chaos, but the power of the seal was too great. The container, reinforced by Frieza's magic and energy, was steadily drawing him in. The dark warrior's struggles grew weaker as he was pulled closer to his inevitable confinement.

With a final, furious scream, Broly Black was sucked into the container, the opening closing tightly behind him. Frieza wasted no time, quickly sealing the container with the wrap he had prepared. The wrap glowed with an intense light as it bound the container, ensuring that no power could escape.

Frieza stepped back, his expression one of satisfaction. He surveyed the battlefield, noting the exhausted but victorious expressions of the Saiyan warriors. "And, it's done," he announced, his voice filled with a sense of finality.