Planet Namek, above the ravaged earth.
Golden radiance, like a rising sun, dyed this planet—once known only for its green skies—in a sacred gold.
Sun Wuxiu floated silently in midair.
His hair stood upright like gold, and the devastation across the battlefield was reflected in his emerald-green eyes.
The golden aura blazing around him was not violently overflowing like Frieza's or Cooler's, but flowed steadily and densely like water.
Yet it was precisely this calmness that made people feel even more hopeless.
"Six hundred million..."
Piccolo swallowed. Even from so far away, he could still sense that unfathomable, abyss-like power.
"No, it wasn't merely a difference in numbers."
Goku had also recovered from his earlier shock. His martial-arts-obsessed eyes were fixed firmly on Sun Wuxiu, filled with fervor and yearning.
"My brother's energy... was too pure."
"Even though it was a Super Saiyan transformation filled with violent aura, his heart was as calm as a lake. That state... was simply perfect!"
"We've won for sure!!"
Krillin waved his fists excitedly.
"That energy was absolutely above Cooler's! And by a lot, a whole lot!!"
"Hmph, of course it was."
Vegeta knelt on one knee, clutching his arm. Though covered in wounds, he wore a faint, almost sickly fervent smile as he looked at that golden figure.
"That was... a Super Saiyan!"
"The strongest warrior in the universe! How could his strength possibly lose to a mere Frost Demon?!"
In sharp contrast to the Z Fighters' jubilation was Cooler's expression, as though he had swallowed a fly.
"This... this was..."
Cooler floated in the air, at the greatest height his Final Form could reach.
But at this moment, he felt like a mortal standing at the foot of a mountain and looking up at a god.
That golden energy was not deliberately