Gohan's Fury

Son Gohan saw Frieza ignoring him like this, and fury surged straight to his head.

The golden aura around him suddenly flared. Wisps of white energy began to seep through it—the sign that he was about to break through the Super Saiyan limit.

He stomped hard against the air, about to charge at Frieza.

Just then, a large hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder, holding him firmly in place with a steady strength.

Son Gohan turned to look. It was Piccolo.

"Uncle Piccolo?"

"What are you doing?"

"Let go of me!"

"I'm going to kill that bastard!"

Son Gohan's voice brimmed with fury.

Piccolo's expression remained grave. He said to Son Gohan in a low voice:

"Calm down, Gohan."

"Frieza isn't someone you can take on easily."

"Acting recklessly will only get you killed faster."

"We need to wait for Goku and Vegeta to come back."

"For now, all we can do is buy time."

Krillin hurried forward and chimed in:

"That's right, Gohan."

"Piccolo's right."

"If we charge in now, we'll just get ourselves killed."

"We just have to wait for Goku and the others to come back."

"Then we can avenge everyone together."

"And besides, have you forgotten?"

"We still have the Dragon Balls."

"Once we deal with Frieza,"

"we can use the Dragon Balls to bring everyone who died back to life."

"Whatever you do, don't act recklessly."

Hearing Piccolo and Krillin, Son Gohan faltered slightly, and the fury in his mind eased a little.

He looked down at the city reduced to ruins, then at Frieza high above, his face full of mockery.

His clenched fists slowly loosened. The aura around him gradually subsided, and the white wisps of energy vanished completely.

He took a deep breath and nodded to Piccolo.

"I understand, Uncle Piccolo."

"Thank you."

Frieza watched the group below. Seeing Son Gohan held back only made the mockery on his face deepen.

He folded his arms and loudly taunted Son Gohan and the others:

"Oh?"

"Why aren't you charging up here?"

"Weren't you acting all tough just now?"

"Where are Son Goku and Vegeta?"

"Why are they still too scared to show their faces?"

"Did they hear that the great Frieza had gotten stronger"

"and hide because they were too terrified to come out?"

"What a bunch of cowards!"

Hearing Frieza taunt Goku and Vegeta, Krillin couldn't hold back any longer.

He shouted at Frieza:

"Don't get so cocky!"

"Goku and Lord Beerus will be back soon!"

"When they get here, they'll beat you to a pulp!"

"Just you wait—you'll be crying for your mommy!"

At Krillin's words, Frieza's gaze slowly settled on him.

He stared at Krillin for a few seconds, then seemed to remember something. A cruel smile curled across his lips.

"You?"

"Now I remember."

"You're that shorty on Namek"

"whom I killed with a single finger."

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

"I can't believe you came back to life too."

"You're one lucky little man."

"But so what?"

"A little speck like you"

"could come back to life a hundred times"

"and I'd still kill you a hundred times!"

At Frieza's words, Krillin's face turned deathly pale.

The terrifying memories of Namek surged back into his mind: Frieza's finger, the beam of light that had pierced his body, and the excruciating pain—all as vivid as if it had happened yesterday.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably. His teeth chattered, and his eyes filled with fear.

The thought of running away began to grow wildly in his mind.

Just as fear was about to overwhelm Krillin, a hand gently patted his shoulder.

Krillin turned to look. It was Son Gohan.

"Uncle Krillin."

"Don't be afraid."

"We're not fighting alone."

"Whis and Lord Beerus are on Earth too."

"Frieza won't be able to keep this up for long."

"We just have to hold on."

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

He remembered the terrifying power of the God of Destruction, Beerus, and Whis's unfathomable strength.

That was right—they still had powerful allies. No matter how strong Frieza was, he couldn't possibly be a match for a God of Destruction.

At the thought, Krillin's face gradually returned to normal, and determination replaced the fear in his eyes.

He nodded to Son Gohan.

"I understand, Gohan."

"Thank you."

Frieza watched the group below. Seeing Krillin recover, the smile on his face slowly faded.

His gaze turned cold.

"Hmph."

"So you're still clinging to hope."

"But it doesn't matter."

"I have no interest in waiting for Son Goku and Vegeta."

"I'll just start with you nobodies."

"If I kill you,"

"I can provoke Son Goku and the others just the same."

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

He shouted an order to the Frieza Force behind him:

"Listen up, everyone!"

"Attack!"

"Kill them!"

"The first one to kill any of them"

"will be rewarded with a planet!"

"Yes, Lord Frieza!"

More than a thousand members of the Frieza Force answered in unison, their voices filled with fervor.

The promise of a planet was an irresistible temptation for them.

Their eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and energy surged wildly around them as they prepared to charge at Son Gohan and the others.

Bulma and Jaco's expressions changed at the sight.

They exchanged a glance, then immediately turned and ducked behind a huge boulder nearby.

Crouching behind the boulder, Bulma gripped her communicator tightly and called Whis again and again.

She kept muttering:

"Pick up, Whis!"

"Please pick up!"

"Earth's doomed!"

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

Beside her, Jaco crouched with his body trembling slightly, his eyes full of nerves.

He was only a Galactic Patrolman. He could handle a few petty criminals.

Against a villain on Frieza's level, he didn't even have the courage to step in.

Just then, more than a thousand members of the Frieza Force charged at Son Gohan and the others like a swarm of locusts.

Their densely packed figures blotted out the sky, and a terrifying wave of energy swept in every direction.

"Hmph!"

"Pathetic scum!"

Piccolo snorted and charged forward first.

He swept out a hand, and a huge green energy blast shot out in an instant.

"Masenko!"

Boom!

The blast struck more than a dozen members of the Frieza Force at the front, and a terrifying explosion erupted.

They were blown to ash before they could even scream.

"Here I go!"

Krillin wasn't about to be outdone. He clasped his hands together, and energy gathered rapidly around him.

"Destructo Disc!"

He hurled a white, disc-shaped blast of energy in an instant.

The Destructo Disc spun through the air. Wherever it passed, the bodies of several members of the Frieza Force were sliced in half, their blood and entrails spilling onto the ground.

Son Gohan charged in too, his fists carrying tremendous force.

Every punch he landed turned one of the Frieza Force soldiers into a meat patty.

"Pathetic!"

A note of disdain colored Son Gohan's voice.

The individual fighting strength of these soldiers was simply too low. Compared with warriors like them, who had survived countless battles, they were nothing but ants.

But there was no denying their numbers.

More than a thousand members of the Frieza Force surged toward them like a tide. They killed one wave, and another came right behind it, endlessly.

Although Son Gohan and the others were powerful, they gradually began to feel the pressure. Their stamina was rapidly draining.

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

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

"Oh?"

"Now I remember."

"You're Son Goku's son."

"Back on Namek,"

"you were the little brat who could turn into a Super Saiyan."

"I can't believe that after all these years,"

"you've grown up so much."

Frieza's voice held a note of amusement. He waved to a figure behind him.

"Tagoma."

"Come out."

"Go play with this brat."

"Remember."

"Don't kill him."

"I'm keeping him."

"To enrage Son Goku."

A burly figure stepped out from among the Frieza Force. It was Frieza's strongest warrior, Tagoma.

Tagoma was much larger than the average member of the Frieza Force, and his energy far surpassed theirs as well.

He bowed respectfully to Frieza.

"As you command, Lord Frieza!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Tagoma vanished from where he stood.

When he appeared again, he was right in front of Son Gohan. His palm came down toward Gohan's head with a fierce rush of wind.

Son Gohan's expression changed. He hadn't expected his opponent to be so fast.

He hurriedly dodged to the side. Tagoma's palm passed just inches from his cheek, the powerful gust leaving it stinging.

"Such speed!"

Son Gohan was secretly taken aback.

He didn't dare let his guard down. His energy surged, and he swung a punch at Tagoma.

"Bang!"

Fist and palm collided with tremendous force, sending a terrifying shockwave rippling out from the point of impact.

Son Gohan was sent flying like a kite with its strings cut. He tumbled through the air more than a dozen times before barely managing to steady himself.

His arm trembled slightly, and a numbness spread from it throughout his body.

"Such strength!"

Son Gohan's expression turned grave.

He'd just used all his strength in his normal state, yet his opponent had sent him flying with ease. Tagoma was far stronger than he'd expected.

Tagoma looked at Son Gohan as he flew away, his face expressionless.

He sneered at Son Gohan.

"That's all you've got?"

"You're a real disappointment."

"And here I thought Lord Frieza had such high hopes for you."

Hearing Tagoma's taunts, Son Gohan's expression darkened. He knew he couldn't hold back anymore.

He took a deep breath. Golden flames of energy surged around him again as waves of violent power burst from within.

"Super Saiyan 1—Full Power!"

With a roar, Son Gohan transformed in an instant.

His muscles swelled slightly, his aura deepened in color, and his energy surged several times over.

This was the strongest form of Super Saiyan 1, a powerful technique he had developed through training.

Feeling Son Gohan's energy surge, Tagoma finally showed a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

"Oh?"

"Now that's interesting."

Son Gohan didn't waste words. He vanished from where he stood again, moving several times faster than before.

Tagoma's expression changed. He had just started to dodge when Son Gohan's fist slammed into his chest.

"Pfft!"

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

Before he could react, Son Gohan's hand came down in a sharp chop, striking Tagoma's neck.

"Crack!"

A sharp snap rang out as Tagoma's neck broke cleanly.

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

His body fell straight down, its life force gone for good.

One move!

Just one move!

Son Gohan had defeated the strongest warrior in Frieza's forces!

The Frieza Force soldiers around them froze in their tracks, their faces filled with fear.

Piccolo and Krillin were taken aback for a moment, then broke into delighted smiles.

"Nice work, Gohan!"

Krillin shouted.

Frieza looked at Tagoma lying on the ground. The mocking expression vanished from his face, replaced by utter shock.

He couldn't believe that the strongest warrior under his command had been defeated by Son Gohan in a single move.

And when he saw Son Gohan's Super Saiyan 1—Full Power form, a flash of disgust crossed his eyes.

"Super Saiyan!"

"Another Super Saiyan!"

"That revolting form!"

"It's the thing I hate most!"