Gohan's Fury

Seeing Frieza's dismissive attitude, Son Gohan felt a surge of rage rush straight to his head.

The golden aura surrounding his body suddenly flared, with wisps of white energy leaking from within—a sign that he was on the verge of breaking through the limits of a Super Saiyan.

He stomped his foot hard against the void, his body poised to charge toward Frieza.

Just then, a large hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder, a steadying force pinning him firmly in place.

Son Gohan turned his head to see that it was Piccolo.

"Uncle Piccolo?"

"What are you doing?"

"Let me go!"

"I'm going to kill this bastard!"

Son Gohan's voice was thick with intense fury.

Piccolo's expression remained grave as he said to Son Gohan in a deep voice:

"Calm down, Gohan."

"Frieza is not someone you can easily handle."

"Acting on impulse will only make you die faster."

"We need to wait for Son Goku and Vegeta to return."

"For now, we can only stall for time."

Krillin also hurriedly stepped forward, echoing Piccolo's sentiment to Son Gohan:

"That's right, Gohan."

"Piccolo is right."

"If we charge in now, we're just throwing our lives away."

"It'll be fine once Son Goku and the others get back."

"We can take our revenge together then."

"Besides, have you forgotten?"

"The Dragon Balls are still here."

"Once we deal with Frieza,"

"we can use the Dragon Balls to resurrect everyone who died."

"You must not be impulsive right now."

Hearing the words of Piccolo and Krillin, Son Gohan's body stiffened slightly, and the rage in his mind receded just a little.

He looked down at the city below, now reduced to ruins, then looked up at Frieza, who wore a mocking expression high in the sky.

His tightly clenched fists slowly loosened, and the aura around his body gradually retracted until the white energy disappeared completely.

He took a deep breath and nodded at Piccolo.

"I understand, Uncle Piccolo."

"Thank you."

Frieza looked down at the group, and seeing Son Gohan being held back, the mockery on his face deepened.

He crossed his arms over his chest and shouted tauntingly at Son Gohan and the others:

"Oh?"

"Why aren't you charging up here anymore?"

"Weren't you being quite arrogant just a moment ago?"

"Where are Son Goku and Vegeta?"

"Why are they still too afraid to come out and face me?"

"Could it be that they know this King has grown stronger,"

"and are so scared they've hidden away?"

"What a bunch of cowards!"

Hearing Frieza mock Son Goku and Vegeta, Krillin could no longer hold back.

He shouted loudly at Frieza:

"Don't get too cocky!"

"Son Goku and Lord Vegeta will be back soon!"

"When they do, they'll definitely pound you into pulp!"

"Just wait until you're crying for your mother!"

Hearing Krillin's words, Frieza's gaze slowly settled upon him.

He stared at Krillin for a few seconds, then suddenly, as if remembering something, a cruel smile curled the corners of his lips.

"You?"

"I remember now."

"You're that little runt from Namek."

"The one I killed with a single finger."

"The name was Krillin, wasn't it?"

"I never expected you to have been resurrected."

"You certainly have a stubborn life."

"But so what?"

"A character as insignificant as a speck of booger like you."

"Even if you were resurrected a hundred times."

"You would only be killed by me a hundred times!"

Upon hearing Frieza's words, Krillin's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

The terrifying memories of Namek flooded into his mind like a tidal wave; that finger of Frieza's, the laser beam that pierced his body, and that heart-wrenching pain—each scene was as clear as if it had happened yesterday.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably, his teeth started to chatter, and his eyes were filled with dread.

The urge to flee sprouted wildly in his mind.

Just as Krillin was about to be swallowed by fear, a palm gently patted his shoulder.

Krillin turned his head to see that it was Son Gohan.

"Uncle Krillin."

"Don't be afraid."

"We aren't fighting alone."

"Lord Whis and Lord Beerus are also on Earth."

"Frieza won't be able to jump around for much longer."

"We just need to hold out."

Hearing Son Gohan's words, the fear in Krillin's mind gradually dissipated.

He recalled the terror of the God of Destruction Beerus and the unfathomable strength of Whis.

That's right, they still had backup; no matter how strong Frieza was, he could never be a match for a God of Destruction.

Thinking of this, Krillin's complexion gradually returned to normal, and the fear in his eyes was replaced by determination.

He nodded at Son Gohan.

"I understand, Gohan."

"Thank you."

Frieza looked down at the group below, and seeing Krillin recover, the smile on his face gradually faded.

His gaze turned icy cold.

"Hmph."

"It seems you still harbor delusions."

"But that doesn't matter."

"This King has no interest in waiting for Son Goku and Vegeta any longer."

"I shall start by taking the lives of you small fries."

"Killing you all."

"Will serve just as well to enrage Son Goku and the others."

Frieza's gaze swept over Son Gohan, Piccolo, Krillin, and the others, his eyes brimming with killing intent.

He shouted an order to the Frieza Force behind him:

"Listen up, everyone!"

"Attack!"

"Kill them!"

"Whoever kills any one of them first!"

"This King shall reward him with a planet!"

"Yes! My Lord!"

Over a thousand members of the Frieza Force responded in unison, their voices filled with fanaticism.

The reward of a planet was a temptation they could not refuse.

Their eyes turned crimson in an instant, their auras surging wildly as they prepared to charge toward Son Gohan and the others.

Bulma and Jaco's expressions changed drastically at the sight.

The two exchanged a glance and, without a moment's hesitation, turned and scrambled to hide behind a massive boulder nearby.

Hiding behind the rock, Bulma gripped her communicator tightly, dialing Whis's number over and over again.

She kept muttering under her breath:

"Pick up, Lord Whis."

"Please, pick up."

"Earth is finished."

"If you don't come now, it'll be too late."

Jaco crouched beside her, his body trembling slightly, his eyes filled with nervous tension.

He was merely a Galactic Patrolman, capable of dealing with petty thieves at best.

Facing a villain of Frieza's caliber, he didn't even have the courage to make a move.

Just then, over a thousand members of the Frieza Force swarmed toward Son Gohan and the others like a plague of locusts.

The dense mass of figures blotted out the sky, and a terrifying shockwave swept across the area.

"Hmph!"

"A bunch of rabble!"

Piccolo let out a cold snort and was the first to charge out.

With a wave of his hand, a massive green energy wave blasted forth instantly.

"Masenko!"

BOOM!

The energy wave struck a dozen Frieza Force soldiers in the front, and a terrifying explosion erupted.

Those dozen soldiers didn't even have time to scream before they were reduced to ashes.

"Watch this!"

Krillin was not to be outdone; he pressed his palms together, his ki gathering frantically around him.

"Destructo Disc!"

A white, disc-shaped energy blade was flung out instantly.

The Destructo Disc spun through the void, slicing several Frieza Force soldiers in half wherever it passed, leaving blood and entrails scattered across the ground.

Son Gohan charged in as well, his fists imbued with violent power.

With every punch he landed, another Frieza Force soldier was flattened into a pulp.

"Pathetic!"

Son Gohan's voice carried a hint of disdain.

The individual combat strength of these Frieza Force soldiers was simply too low; compared to warriors like them who had survived countless battles, they were nothing more than ants.

However, the sheer number of opponents was overwhelming.

Over a thousand Frieza Force soldiers surged forward like a tide; as soon as one wave was killed, another took its place, endless and relentless.

Although Son Gohan and the others were powerful, they gradually began to feel the pressure as their stamina drained rapidly.

Just then, Frieza's gaze fell upon Son Gohan.

He stared at Son Gohan for a few seconds, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Oh?"

"I remember now."

"You are Son Goku's son."

"Back on Namek."

"That brat who could transform into a Super Saiyan."

"I never expected that after all these years."

"You've grown up quite a bit."

Frieza's voice held a playful tone as he waved a hand toward a figure behind him.

"Tagoma."

"Come out."

"Go and play with this brat."

"Remember."

"Don't kill him."

"I want to keep him alive."

"To use him to provoke Son Goku."

A burly figure stepped out from the Frieza Force; it was Tagoma, the strongest warrior under Frieza's command.

Tagoma's physique was much larger than the average Frieza Force soldier, and the aura surrounding him far exceeded that of the others.

He bowed respectfully to Frieza.

"As you command, my Lord!"

As the words fell, Tagoma's figure vanished from the spot instantly.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of Son Gohan, his palm striking toward Son Gohan's head with a fierce gust of wind.

Son Gohan's expression changed; he had not expected the opponent to be this fast.

He hurriedly dodged to the side, Tagoma's palm grazing his cheek, the powerful wind stinging his skin.

Such incredible speed!

Son Gohan was secretly shocked.

Not daring to be careless, he surged his energy wildly and threw a punch toward Tagoma.

"Bang!"

Fist and palm collided violently, and a terrifying force rippled out from the point of impact.

Son Gohan's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, flipping a dozen times in the air before he could barely stabilize himself.

His arm trembled slightly, a numbing sensation spreading from his limb throughout his entire body.

Such immense power!

Son Gohan's expression turned grave.

He had just used his full strength in his base form, yet he had been easily repelled; this Tagoma's strength far exceeded his expectations.

Tagoma watched the retreating Son Gohan with a blank expression.

He said coldly to Son Gohan:

"Is that all the strength you have?"

"Truly disappointing."

"And here I thought the Lord valued you so highly."

Hearing Tagoma's mockery, Son Gohan's face darkened; he knew he could no longer hold back.

He took a deep breath, the golden aura around his body surging once more as strands of violent power poured out from within him.

"Super Saiyan: Full Power!"

With a roar, Son Gohan shifted his form instantly.

His muscles bulged slightly, the color of his aura deepened, and his energy skyrocketed several times over.

This was the strongest form of Super Saiyan, a trump card he had mastered during his training.

Feeling Son Gohan's surging energy, a flicker of surprise finally crossed Tagoma's eyes.

"Oh?"

"This is getting interesting."

Son Gohan didn't waste words, vanishing from his spot once more; this time, his speed was several times faster than before.

Tagoma's expression shifted, but just as he tried to dodge, Son Gohan's fist had already slammed into his chest.

"Pfft!"

Tagoma spat out a mouthful of blood, his body arching like a shrimp.

Before he could react, Son Gohan's hand-blade, carrying a sharp gust of wind, chopped down onto his neck.

"Snap!"

With a crisp crack, Tagoma's neck was severed instantly.

His head rolled to the ground, eyes wide open, filled with disbelief.

His body collapsed straight down, completely devoid of life.

One move!

A single move!

Son Gohan had crushed the strongest warrior under Frieza's command!

The surrounding Frieza Force soldiers stopped in their tracks, their faces filled with terror.

Piccolo and Krillin were also stunned for a moment, before their faces broke into joyful smiles.

"Well done, Gohan!"

Krillin shouted loudly.

Frieza looked at Tagoma lying on the ground, the mockery on his face vanishing without a trace, replaced by deep shock.

He could never have imagined that the strongest warrior under his command would be defeated by Son Gohan in a single blow.

Especially upon seeing Son Gohan in his Super Saiyan Full Power form, a flicker of disgust flashed through his eyes.

"Super Saiyan!"

"Super Saiyan again!"

"This nauseating form!"

"This King hates it the most!"