Golden Form

"Ho ho ho, do you really think the two of you can defeat me?"

Frieza flicked his tail as he climbed the steps to the tournament arena one at a time. When he reached Xia Qing and Gohan, he folded his hands before his chest with elegant composure. His pearly white skin gleamed with a cold luster, and his aloof bearing carried some of the majesty of an emperor of the universe.

Frieza narrowed his sharp crimson eyes slightly. "Super Saiyans, your path ends here. Every time I see you like this, I can't help feeling the urge to tear you apart."

Xia Qing looked at Frieza with his handsome face, his voice icy. "You won't get that chance."

"Ho ho ho, that remains to be seen."

Frieza remained calm, his movements as graceful as ever, though his raspy voice was filled with killing intent. Although Champa had said that he would be Erased in the end whether he won or lost the match, Frieza might not necessarily devote himself wholeheartedly to this battle.

What God of Destruction? He was merely stronger than others. If Frieza obtained the Super Dragon Balls, who would care about some God of Destruction?

He had not known how formidable the Gods of Destruction were before, but now he did, and he also understood the gap between them. Frieza's ambitions expanded even further. If I want to dominate the universe, the Gods of Destruction are obstacles I must face. They are destined to be nothing more than temporary stumbling blocks on my path to conquering the universe. One day, I will remove them.

Though Frieza was temporarily constrained by Champa and the others, he would not submit obediently. All he needed was a small opportunity. Frieza would set his plans into motion and grow stronger