Metamoran Fusion Dance

Frieza had come to Planet Metamor for the Fusion Dance, of course.

Otherwise, why would he have Shenron create a mindless clone for him?

He even wanted to get his hands on the Supreme Kai's Potara Earrings. If he could obtain a divine position, it would be even better—then fusion wouldn't have a time limit!

He, Frieza, already looked downright unsightly by anyone's standards. Why should he care whether the movements of the Metamoran Fusion Dance looked graceful? As long as it made him stronger, that was all that mattered!

In the original story, after Frieza was revived, he trained for four months and mastered the Golden Frieza transformation.

But once he had truly become Frieza, he realized that was simply impossible.

To reach the level he had in the original story, he first had to master his strongest form perfectly. Then he would have to endure years of mental torment, day and night!

Only after his rage and potential had been pushed to their limits could he gain such a tremendous boost in power—and even then, it would only be an initial mastery of the Golden Frieza form.

He didn't want to be trapped inside a ball of flesh, hung from a great tree, and made to listen to a bunch of little angels singing nursery rhymes every day!

As for the potential unlocked for him by Porunga on Namek, it was an absolute joke!

Whenever he thought about it, he wished he could use Instant Transmission back to Namek and smash that deceitful, ugly dragon with one punch!

The thing was, this potential merely allowed him to keep getting stronger—but at a terrifyingly slow pace!

Through meditation training aboard his spaceship, his battle power had increased by only one million, from 120 million to 121 million!

Son Goku had gained hundreds of millions or even billions of power just by turning into a Super Saiyan. One million was so pitiful he was embarrassed to even mention it!

"Hey, teach me the Fusion Dance!"

Standing in front of the two big-headed fellows, Frieza demanded coldly.

The person before him had a battle power of only 100,000. He wore a little vest and loose trousers, and his head was enormous.

"Huh? Are you an alien? If you want to learn our Fusion Dance, you have to hit me!"

With no hesitation, Frieza slapped him deep into the ground with his tail.

"That's the first time I've ever heard such a pathetic request!"

The other Metamoran saw what had happened, his eyes bulging and bloodshot with disbelief!

"Can you talk now?"

Frieza swept his cold gaze over the remaining big-headed fellow and asked impatiently.

"I-I can! I can tell you, but we have to wait for Yadie to wake up. The Fusion Dance requires two people!"

As soon as the Metamoran finished speaking, he hurried down into the crater and picked up his unconscious companion.

"He won't wake up for days! Should I whip him awake? Oh-ho-ho-ho!"

Frieza's signature laugh nearly made the Metamoran cry. He was terrifying!

"Splash!"

Yadie was thrown into the lake nearby. The icy water rushed through his nose and into his lungs, choking him awake.

"Boom!"

Yadie unleashed his full battle power and shot out of the water, his eyes darting fearfully toward Frieza.

He hadn't even been able to react to that first attack before losing consciousness.

"Get on with the fusion. I hope you won't disappoint me!"

Frieza's icy gaze and impatient tone made Yadie tremble as he nervously jumped back onto the ground.

"Yadie, stop shaking. Once we fuse, we'll definitely be able to beat him!"

"Yeah! Let's fuse right now!"

Then the two big-headed fellows struck the fusion pose right in front of Frieza!

"Fuuuuuuusion!"

Frieza thought to himself that, sure enough, it looked ugly!

"Boom!"

A warrior with a grid of muscles across his abdomen appeared. He still wore a little black vest with golden patterns, and he looked pretty cool!

After gauging his ki, Frieza estimated his battle power at around five million.

In other words, the Fusion Dance boosted their normal battle power by fifty times, the equivalent of a Super Saiyan 1 transformation.

Not bad!

Frieza thought that if his clone got stronger, it could fuse again and instantly reach six billion in battle power. Then even Kid Buu would be no problem at all.

Of course, that was only based on the fusion between the two people in front of him. Whether the technique had an upper limit was beyond what Frieza could know right now.

"Ha-ha-ha! I'm no longer Yadie or Yamie. I'm Yamiedie! Prepare to die, alien! I'll show you the power of our Fusion Dance!"

That was a side effect of the Fusion Dance: arrogance brought on by a sudden increase in strength!

"Smack!"

Once again, Frieza swept him into the ground with his tail!

Yamiedie? Why not call himself Yamete instead?

The principle behind the Fusion Dance was simple; the original story had already made that clear. Frieza just wanted to confirm it firsthand and see if anything differed.

As it turned out, there wasn't the slightest difference!

He'd wasted three months of interstellar travel for nothing, and Frieza was a little annoyed!

To vent his frustration, he used Instant Transmission to appear beside Slug, who had just woken up, and stomped him deep into the ground.

After confirming that Slug wasn't dead and would remain unconscious for quite a while, Frieza finally felt better.

Poor Slug had only been awake for a few days. His mind was still a muddle when Frieza knocked him unconscious again.

Five months later, a Saiyan who looked exactly like Son Goku arrived on Slug's planet. He didn't notice the crater where Slug lay unconscious.

"This planet seems quite suitable for growing the Tree of Might. There's no one strong around here, either. I'll plant it here!"

Frieza knew nothing about this. He had already returned to Ice Planet and gone into seclusion in an even deeper, colder place.

As for the Frieza Force, he had temporarily entrusted it to King Cold. The old geezer had nothing better to do all day anyway!

If he wanted to survive in the future, he, Frieza, had to work himself to the bone. For starters, he needed to be able to speak with the Supreme Kai. Otherwise, how could he get his hands on the Potara Earrings?

As for the God of Destruction, he knew his limits. There was no chance of negotiating with him anytime soon. The only thing he could do was carry out some of the God of Destruction's dirty work!

While Frieza was in seclusion, time slipped by, and Vegeta arrived on Earth.

The original story unfolded smoothly. Vegeta went from swaggering at the start to leaving in misery at the end, without the slightest deviation.

The only difference was that when Vegeta returned, he didn't hear that Frieza had gone to Namek. Instead, King Cold had set off for Namek in high spirits.

Vegeta had never even heard of King Cold, let alone knew how strong he was.

He had only learned from Cui that King Cold was Frieza's father—and that his battle power was even more terrifying than Frieza's!

King Cold had also brought out his own subordinates: a five-man squad called Kude. Even the weakest among them had easily beaten Ginyu to a pulp!

Dodoria and Zarbon had become little commanders under King Cold. Dodoria in particular spent all day wiping away tears!

He looked just like a discarded concubine who had been banished to the cold palace!

Vegeta flew into a rage simply because the image of Dodoria's fat body, paired with the resentful look of a wronged little wife, popped into his head and scared him!

He decided to go to Namek and give Dodoria a thorough beating. If he could take advantage of the chaos to steal the Dragon Balls, all the better!