"This is getting troublesome. How could there be such a monster?"
Yamamoto Genryusai's expression darkened. He had already lost count of how many times he had voiced such sentiments.
But Frieza, having completed his second transformation, had truly made him feel despair. Under these circumstances, was there really any way to complete the mission?
Frieza smiled from below. "All right, Namekian. Show me everything you've got. Let this king have a good look—and don't die too soon."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly lunged at Piccolo.
Bang!
Piccolo shot into the sky, fleeing at full speed.
Frieza sneered and soared after him, swiftly closing in. But with a whoosh, just as he approached Piccolo, the other man vanished.
Piccolo fled with all his strength, gritting his teeth as he thought, Damn it! Even if your power is greater than mine, I'm faster. You'll never catch me.
Unfortunately, in the world of Dragon Ball, people who thought that way generally met miserable ends.
This was a place where battle power determined everything. Once the opponent's battle power was greater, the advantage would be absolute in every respect.
"What?" Piccolo's eyes widened in an instant, and his body abruptly stopped in midair.
Frieza stood before him with his arms folded, smiling. "Hello. We meet again."
"Impossible! How could this happen?!" Piccolo cried out in disbelief.
Frieza sneered, then let out a soft shout and flicked a finger. Bang! The air erupted with a sonic boom.
Piccolo grunted, and a bloody hole instantly appeared in his leg.
"Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Frieza shouted repeatedly, his hands continuously flicking forward. Piccolo desperately dodged, barely avoiding a few attacks, but more and more strikes landed on him in rapid succession.
Blood splattered everywhere. He had no power to fight back.
"What a monster! Piccolo can't fight