Dragonball 1/2

Chapter 15: Freeza's Arrival

Golden Freeza's aura crackled like lightning as he descended from the sky, his slim form belying the immense power within. A smirk played on his lips as he surveyed the ravaged landscape below.

"My, my," he purred, his golden eyes glinting. "What a pitiful sight."

The air shifted. A blur of motion. Two bodies, fused as one, rocketed towards him.

Bardock Jr. and Pan, joined by Potara earrings, moved with uncanny synchronicity. Their combined form - a perfect blend of Junior's thoughtful resilience and Pan's fiery spirit - struck with precision.

"You won't win this time, Freeza!" Their unified voice rang out, fists flying in a flurry of punches.

Freeza dodged, his movements fluid despite his audacious appearance. "Bold words from such weaklings."

The fused warriors pressed on, alternating between Pan's aggressive strikes and Junior's calculated maneuvers. A kick aimed high. A low sweep. An energy blast from both hands.

*We have to keep him off-balance,* Junior's thoughts echoed in their shared mind.

*Right! Let's show him what we've got!* Pan's enthusiasm surged through them.

They spun, unleashing a barrage of ki blasts that lit up the sky. Freeza weaved through them, laughing.

"Is this the best Earth has to offer?" he taunted, his voice chilling.

The fusion gritted their teeth. "We're just getting started!"

They charged again, their aura blazing. Freeza's smirk widened, his small frame tensing for the clash.

"Then by all means," he sneered, "entertain me."

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Freeza's form blurred, his movements a dance of deadly grace. The fusion's fist passed through empty air as he materialized behind them, golden eyes glinting with amusement.

"Too slow," he taunted, his voice a melody of malice.

Before they could react, Freeza's palm erupted with searing energy. The blast engulfed the fused warriors, forcing them to break apart and tumble through the air.

*We underestimated his speed!* Junior's thoughts rang through their shared consciousness.

Pan's frustration surged. *We need a new strategy, and fast!*

As they regrouped, a fierce roar split the air. Bulla, her blue hair whipping in the wind, clenched her fists. Golden energy crackled around her, intensifying until it exploded outward. Her transformation complete, she stood wreathed in the brilliant aura of a Super Saiyan.

"Hey, Freeza!" Bulla shouted, her voice trembling with determination. "Try me on for size!"

Freeza cocked an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? The princess wants to play?"

Bulla's eyes narrowed. *I'll show you what this 'princess' can do.* She launched herself forward, golden energy trailing behind her like a comet.

"That's right," Bulla growled, closing the distance. "Let's see how you handle a real Saiyan!"

Her fist, blazing with ki, aimed straight for Freeza's smirking face. The tyrant's eyes widened, just a fraction, at the young Saiyan's speed.

*I can do this,* Bulla thought, her heart pounding. *For Earth. For my family. For myself!*

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Freeza's smirk widened as Bulla's fist sailed towards his face. With a graceful twist, he sidestepped the attack, his petite form belying his inhuman speed.