I'm Just a Lowly Saiyan

Feeling the terrifying killing intent bursting from Frieza, Ron kept his teasing expression.

Of course, he still let go of Frieza's wrist.

Freed, Frieza instinctively leaped backward, putting more than ten meters between them.

As he scrutinized Ron, he rubbed the wrist Ron had just gripped with his other hand.

A faint ache lingered there.

With his formidable physique, he'd actually been intimidated by the strength of a lowly human.

"Who are you? Where did you come from? I don't remember ever seeing you," Frieza said coldly.

Earlier, he'd been consumed by rage. Now that he'd had time to think, he studied the man before him carefully.

For some reason, a strange sense of wariness rose in his heart.

He, the mighty Emperor of the Universe, had actually been frightened by a lowly human.

"Who am I? Heh heh! I'm just a lowly Saiyan."

Face-to-face with Frieza, Ron had remained right where he was ever since letting go, without moving an inch.

Hearing Ron's words, Frieza's expression turned quite a sight.

Ugly, twisted, resentful, frustrated...

In short, he was starting to lose it.

Those wild monkeys just kept appearing one after another, like cosmic cockroaches that could never be exterminated.

"Fine! Another wild monkey with a death wish! Very well! Today, I'll wipe you all out and exterminate your entire race!"

Frieza's face grew more and more twisted.

At the same time, a turbulent aura erupted from him, triggering another upheaval on Planet Namek.

His power was so immense that even the sky darkened.

Everyone felt as though a planet were pressing down on their chest. Words couldn't describe the suffocating oppression.

"Heh heh heh heh! It's been a very, very long time since I've fought at full strength. The last time was against my father! Now, I'll show all of you just how terrifying the true power of the Emperor of the Universe is!"

Frieza slowly rose into the sky.

Although he looked rather battered, there was no denying that he still carried the arrogance of an emperor.

Ron paid him no mind, curious to see what he was planning.

Not far away, Son Goku wore a grave expression. He stared at Frieza, then at Ron's back, wanting to say something but ultimately keeping quiet.

He felt frustrated too.

He'd given it everything he had, yet still couldn't finish Frieza off.

Now he was at the end of his strength, and even staying to watch had become a burden.

Piccolo, Krillin, and Son Gohan held their breath.

They knew more about Ron than most and understood that he was powerful.

They might never have seen it firsthand, but the power Ron had casually lent Piccolo had been enough to give him a chance to fight Frieza again.

Bulma hid behind the others, her wide, watery eyes fixed on Ron before darting to Frieza, who was laughing maniacally in the sky. Terror filled her face.

"What do we do? Can he win?"

Bulma was so frightened that she was nearly beside herself.

Ever since arriving on Planet Namek, she'd been on edge.

"Oh no! Frieza's about to use that move again!"

Son Goku seemed to realize what was happening. When he saw Frieza raise his hand and point one finger upward, he couldn't help sucking in a sharp breath.

Earlier, the Spirit Bomb had stopped Frieza's move before it could take shape.

Now that the Spirit Bomb was gone, if Frieza completed it, the attack would likely be powerful enough to destroy a planet.

"D-damn it, what's he trying to do?!" Krillin gritted his teeth, trembling all over.

He didn't understand, but he knew that whenever Frieza attacked, the destruction was beyond anything he could imagine.

As the energy sphere at Frieza's fingertip grew larger and larger, everyone stood frozen in place.

"That energy sphere is big enough to blow up Planet Namek! Frieza's trying to copy my Spirit Bomb! Damn it!" Son Goku clenched his fists. At that moment, even if he'd wanted to resist, he didn't have the strength to lift a finger.

He was too weak; his body was completely drained.

He didn't know that Frieza wasn't copying him at all. The Planet Destroyer Bomb was one of Frieza's signature techniques.

"Oh ho ho ho! You can die in peace, knowing you witnessed my attack! Planet Vegeta was reduced to cosmic dust by this very move! Now I'll send all of you to Hell as well! Be grateful for my mercy—I could have tortured you to death!"

Frieza's wild laughter rang out, sending chills through everyone.

He didn't want to waste any more time or risk anything going wrong again.

So Frieza had decided to destroy Planet Namek completely.

Afterward, he could use his ability to survive in space and leave this part of the cosmos.

By now, Krillin and Son Gohan were completely at a loss.

Their power was nowhere near enough to turn the tide.

"Damn it! Even if it costs me my life, I won't let you get away with this, Frieza!" Piccolo roared.

As he summoned all the power within him, a pale aura enveloped his body.

"Piccolo, don't be rash! This isn't the time to act on impulse."

Startled by Piccolo's sudden outburst, Son Goku hurriedly tried to stop him.

Right now, Piccolo was the only one with enough strength to get everyone out of there.

If he used all that power to block Frieza's attack, they'd all die for sure.

"It's over. We're all going to die." Bulma began to sob, tears streaming down her face.

She'd struggled so hard to make it this far, only to face this kind of desperate situation.

"No! It's not over. There's still a chance we can survive! Piccolo, with the strength you have now, you can take Krillin, Gohan, and Bulma to my spaceship. I'll do everything I can to buy you time so you can leave Planet Namek safely." Son Goku's expression turned resolute.

He had to stay behind, even if it meant dying, and try to buy them a little more time.

"Besides, Frieza's after us Saiyans. If I ran away, would Frieza just stand by and let me go?" Son Goku added with a bitter smile.

Only then did he look toward Ron, his gaze more probing than before.