Fusion Dance

King Cold's brand-new form.

The suffocating, despair-inducing pressure it radiated.

Everyone was utterly stunned.

—How could he be this strong?!

At that moment, the exact same thought surfaced in everyone's minds.

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

After sensing King Cold's rising ki.

Vegeta and Frieza, who had been locked in a fierce battle, both stopped and looked over.

Their expressions were completely different.

"Th... That's impossible!"

Vegeta's face was filled with shock. He had already lost track of how many times he had been stunned today.

Even Frieza beside him was deeply surprised.

"I've only seen Father in this form once, when we trained together. I never expected those Saiyans and Namekians to force Father into this form as well..."

Frieza's eyes held both reverence and pride as he sneered at Vegeta across from him.

"However, this also means it ends here. Once Father assumes this form, there is no longer any suspense over the outcome."

Vegito's face darkened, but as if recalling something, he quickly calmed down.

"Oh, Frieza..."

Expressionlessly, he said, "Have you forgotten someone?"

Upon hearing that.

Frieza instantly realized who he meant, and his smug expression immediately froze.

But he soon steadied himself.

"Is that so? Hehehe, no matter how strong that guy is, there's no way he can defeat Father. Once you've all gone to the underworld, I'll naturally send him down to join you!" Frieza's expression was vicious yet confident.

Vegeta did not care.

He might not like An Xiu, but he was still very confident in that guy's strength.

The two could not agree, so they resumed their fierce battle.

Back on the main battlefield.

King Cold stood perfectly still, silently watching everyone without attacking immediately.

Taking advantage of this opportunity.

Everyone hurried to recover their strength.

They counted the few remaining Senzu Beans.

Son Goku slowly spoke. "Of the Senzu Beans we brought, only three are left..."

Nappa and Raditz exchanged a glance.

As though they understood each other without words, smiles appeared on both their faces. "Forget it. You, little Gohan, and Piccolo should split the Senzu Beans between yourselves. That's the most reasonable arrangement right now."

Son Gohan hesitated upon hearing that.

But Piccolo accepted on his behalf. After all, it truly was the most reasonable distribution at the moment.

"Sorry, big brother, Nappa. You two should go rest in the back for now."

Son Goku looked at them apologetically.

"What are you talking about? Giving the Senzu Beans to us would be the unreasonable thing."

Raditz waved a hand and smiled. "We'll leave the rest to you."

Nappa said nothing, but he wore the same smile as Raditz.

Seeing the smiles on their faces, Goku, Gohan, and Piccolo all felt inexplicably puzzled.

But they did not ask further.

The three swallowed the Senzu Beans, and their strength returned to its peak once more.

They stood before King Cold again.

As for Raditz and Nappa, they flew directly away from the area.

As if deliberately waiting for them to recover.

Once everyone had finished discussing matters, King Cold finally spoke slowly and unhurriedly. "Where is that exceptionally powerful Saiyan, An Xiu, who injured my son?"

His tone was icy. "At a time like this, why hasn't he come out to die?!"

"I'm sorry, but An Xiu might not be on Earth. If he were, he definitely would have arrived before us."

Son Goku assumed a fighting stance, his tone carrying a hint of emotion.

"But still, thank you for giving us time to recover."

King Cold swept his gaze across the three of them and replied flatly.

"Hmph, no need to thank me. I merely felt that transforming into my ultimate form only to immediately finish you off would be far too much of a waste."

"Oh, is that so... Attack!"

As Son Goku spoke, he suddenly launched the first attack.

Gohan and Piccolo immediately followed.

Facing the combined assault of the three, King Cold, whose strength had already reached the peak of Super Saiyan 3, dealt with them as though toying with children.

He dodged every punch and kick they threw at him. Even when they occasionally hit, they caused almost no damage.

"Solar Flare!"

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Son Goku immediately used the same trick he had once used to catch An Xiu off guard.

"Destructo Disc!"

However, once the flash of white light faded.

The once-unstoppable Destructo Disc struck King Cold, only to be easily blocked by a hastily formed ki shield.

"That was truly dangerous. If I hadn't instinctively gathered my ki to defend myself, I might really have been hurt by that move. How interesting, Son Dog Kong!!"

King Cold shouted. Once his vision returned, he immediately turned his attention toward the one responsible for it all.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared before Son Goku and drove his fist into his face.

Bang!

The powerful blow knocked Son Goku straight back to his normal state. His body tore through several mountain peaks in succession before finally embedding itself miserably into a cliff face.

The impact even created a circular crater a hundred meters wide around him.

"Dad!" Son Gohan's face was full of worry.

"Don't lose focus!"

Piccolo hurriedly warned him.

But King Cold no longer intended to play around. He charged directly at Son Gohan, who was closest to him.

If Son Goku suddenly pulled out some plot-armor power and killed him with some miraculous turnaround, he might actually stumble here.

He still needed to preserve some strength to deal with that fellow transmigrator later.

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Raditz and Nappa arrived atop a relatively safe mountain peak and assumed the starting poses for the dance, preparing to fuse.

"Fu—sion."

"Ha!"

The two performed the Fusion Dance.

Thanks to their diligent practice in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, their bodies moved like mirror images while performing the dance, every motion perfectly identical.

Their bodies transformed into an orange and a yellow beam of light that intertwined together, their aura soaring into the heavens.

This immense ki shocked everyone present, and they all looked in that direction.

"It's here!"

Atop the mountain, An Xiu, who sat half-reclined by the cliff edge, curled his lips into a smile.

Feeling that sudden, immense ki.

Trunks beside him realized it belatedly. So this was the trump card left behind by my uncles in this timeline? It was actually this powerful...

In midair.

Vegeta and Frieza, who had been fighting to their hearts' content, both stopped and looked down in that direction.

A figure they had never seen before stood atop that mountain peak.

The man wore an orange-and-yellow vest on his upper body, loose black pants below, and a brownish-yellow sash around his waist.

His face resembled Raditz's, yet also bore Nappa's likeness.

His medium-length golden hair was not particularly thick, but he sported a long beard rarely seen on young Saiyans.

That was where Raditz and Nappa had been... Vegeta realized belatedly, finding it utterly unbelievable.

What was going on...

Frieza beside him was similarly shocked.

But he quickly came to his senses and looked at the still-dazed Vegeta.

A cruel smile appeared on Frieza's lips as he swiftly condensed a Death Beam in his hand, intending to ambush him.

—Whoosh!

The crimson beam shot forth. Just as it was about to strike Vegeta in the chest.

A figure suddenly appeared between them, flicked a finger, and effortlessly redirected the beam, blocking the attack for Vegeta.

"What?!"

Vegeta abruptly snapped back to attention.

He stared at the person before him, his face filled with astonishment.

Frieza opposite him wore an even more horrified expression.

"You are?!"

Frieza slowly backed away.

The newcomer's lips curled upward slightly.

"Long time no see, Lord Frieza..."

His voice sounded like Raditz's and Nappa's layered together.

Before Frieza could react.

He drove a kick into Frieza's chest, sending him crashing down beside King Cold.

"See you later, my dear Prince..."

After saying that, the newcomer vanished in an instant and appeared before King Cold.

King Cold glanced at the half-dead Frieza behind him, then turned back, narrowing his eyes.

"Who are you?"

The newcomer remained calm as he assumed a stance.

"I am neither Raditz nor Nappa. I am the one who will defeat you!"