Remember! My Name Is Ron!

"The farce is over, Frieza."

With Frieza in his grasp, Ron dispelled the Planet Penetration Strike he had been gathering and simply lifted him up.

"Y-you, let go of me! Let go!!"

Frieza shouted in terror, forcing anger into his voice as he instinctively struggled.

It was the clearest sign of utter helplessness.

The smile on Ron's face was no longer mocking or teasing. It had become a cold, bone-chilling sneer.

That made Frieza feel an even greater sense of impending doom.

"Remember my name! I'm Ron!"

At that moment, Ron gave his name, making sure Frieza would remember him.

Then he raised his other hand and aimed his palm at Frieza's face.

Golden flames of energy surged, accompanied by an utterly terrifying pressure.

Frieza panicked even more and began shrieking as he attacked frantically.

Unfortunately, even though he could attack Ron with his other hand and both feet, his attacks were utterly insignificant in Ron's presence.

"Frieza, you're too weak! For the past twenty-five years, I've been trapped on a Primitive Planet. Apart from training day and night, all I did was train! To be honest, deep down, I resented you, but I'm also grateful to you, because you played a part in making me who I am. Otherwise, how could I have gained the strength I have now..."

Ron paid no attention to Frieza's attacks as the Super Saiyan Energy inside him gathered in his palm.

Now Frieza truly felt the presence of death.

He knew that if he didn't do or say something, he was going to be killed.

"W-wait... I may not know why you were trapped on a Primitive Planet for twenty-five years, but I truly didn't know about it... There's been a misunderstanding between us. I can make it up to you. What do you want? Planets, resources, beautiful women... I can give you anything..."

By the end, Frieza's voice had begun to tremble, utterly diminishing his stature.

Even someone as supremely arrogant as the Emperor of the Universe would say irrational things when death was at hand.

Just as he had bowed his head and begged Son Goku for mercy at the end of the original story.

"So the mighty Emperor of the Universe is afraid to die after all! Heh heh heh~~ Of course you don't know why I was trapped on a Primitive Planet. Back then, you had just destroyed Planet Vegeta and wiped out the Saiyan race. Why would you care about the Saiyan babies scattered across the universe, with battle powers of a few, a few dozen, or a few hundred? You have to reap what you sow. You and I were enemies to the death from the start. What right do you have to talk to me about misunderstandings?" The sneer on Ron's face deepened, and the last trace of amusement entered his eyes.

After hearing those words, Frieza felt as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning.

He knew that he had simply been too arrogant.

First Vegeta, then Son Goku, and now Ron before him...

He realized that he should have completely eradicated the Saiyans back then.

Because he wanted to crush the Saiyans beneath his feet and keep them as dogs, all to satisfy his petty vanity, he had chosen to spare Vegeta and the others. That had led him to overlook the Saiyan babies sent to various corners of the universe, and ultimately brought him to his current predicament.

Frieza had often lectured his subordinates about reaping what you sow, but now he had found himself in that very situation.

"Wait!!!"

Frieza's eyes were bloodshot as he cried out, "Do you think wiping out the Saiyan race and destroying Planet Vegeta were my own idea? You probably don't know this, but your Saiyan race was already on God of Destruction Beerus's death list! King Vegeta was too foolish, daring to play games with the God of Destruction. That's why the God of Destruction ordered me to wipe out your race..."

Frieza's words were certainly enough to fill anyone with shock and terror.

Without knowing the original story, it was hard to imagine that a God of Destruction stood behind Frieza.

However, Ron knew the original story, and he also knew full well that God of Destruction Beerus had indeed played a part in the Saiyan race's destruction.

With death at his door, Frieza was trying to shift the blame.

Ron had overlooked that point. Fortunately, Frieza had revealed the secret himself, confirming Ron's suspicion that, barring any surprises, this was the main timeline.

"Is that so? Then I really should thank you for telling me..." The energy gathering in Ron's hand grew denser and denser.

Frieza's expression darkened further. He hadn't expected Ron to still attack him after learning such a secret.

At this point, Frieza stopped trying to bargain. His other hand suddenly surged with power, and he unleashed all his energy in one desperate attack.

'Boom!!!'

A terrifying pale-purple beam of energy engulfed Ron.

The power of an energy blast at such close range was unimaginable.

Frieza no longer cared whether his attack would hurt him. Even if he suffered severe injuries himself, he didn't care.

As long as he survived, what did it matter if he lost an arm or a leg? He could have it treated and healed afterward.

When the force of the blast had dissipated, Frieza still felt no loosening whatsoever in the hand gripping his wrist.

Despair brought an even greater wave of panic.

Realizing that Ron had taken his attack without being injured, Frieza hesitated no longer. He swung his other hand and severed his trapped arm, then surged with energy and shot into the sky, fleeing toward outer space.

He moved so fast that he covered tens of thousands of meters in the blink of an eye.

Ron didn't pursue him. He emerged from the flames of the explosion.

He tossed Frieza's arm in his hand as if it were a toy. On the fourth toss, as it rose into the air, he used his energy to pulverize it into ash.

"He sure can run. When death is staring you in the face, the urge to survive really does make you move at an incredible speed."

After muttering to himself, Ron gazed with a smile in the direction of Frieza, who had fled Namek.

He could no longer see him with the naked eye, but he could still track his energy signature.

You had to admit, Frieza had been decisive when his life was on the line.

When bargaining failed, he had risked grievously injuring himself to seize a chance at survival.

Before Ron could make a move, North Kai's voice rang out in his mind again.

[Ron, Ron, you're too confident! You should have listened to me and killed Frieza just now! This is bad. That bastard Frieza has escaped into space, and in your current state, there's no way you can stop him from getting away...]

North Kai was clearly blaming him.

If Ron hadn't known what was going through his mind, he would have found it irritating.

After all, North Kai had no right to criticize him, and Ron owed him nothing.

"You're a Kai, so why are you in such a hurry? How do you know I can't stop him?" Ron muttered.

Then he vanished from the spot in an instant.