The Spinning Pinwheel

Goku and Vegeta, caught by the ankles, struggled with all their might like spinning windmills.

Their auras erupted wildly from within them.

They tried to shake Frieza's fingers loose.

But.

Black Frieza's power was as unfathomable as an abyss.

Those two hands did not budge an inch.

Frieza held the two of them up.

His gaze swept across the sea below.

Very soon.

In a nearby stretch of ocean, he found an uninhabited rocky island.

Frieza's body suddenly plunged downward.

He carried the two Super Saiyans.

And dove straight toward the ground of that island.

When he was less than a meter from the ground.

Frieza stopped his descent.

Then shifted into high-speed, low-altitude flight, skimming close to the ground.

He pressed down hard with both hands.

Directly slamming Son Goku's and Vegeta's cheeks viciously into the island's soil.

Just like that, Frieza held them by the legs.

And began a mad, high-speed flight across the island.

Their faces scraped violently against the hard rock and dirt.

They were like two human-shaped plows.

Forcing two long, deep furrows into the island's surface.

Shattered stones flew everywhere.

Dust filled the sky.

"Yaaah!"

"Waaah!"

Son Goku's and Vegeta's screams rose and fell across the island.

No matter how powerful their bodies were.

The pain and humiliation of being held upside down and dragged madly across the ground like this.

Was something ordinary people could never endure.

The skin on their cheeks was ground open.

Blood dyed the dirt red.

After Frieza carried the two of them for some distance.

He seemed to feel that plowing in a straight line like this was not satisfying enough.

A perverse, excited gleam flashed in his red eyes.

Frieza changed his flying posture.

He no longer moved straight ahead.

Instead, using his own body as the