"Why?"
Goku turned those three words over in his mind but did not rush to argue. There was no point reasoning with an old man who had spent over forty years being knocked down. Anyone could talk big; better to let him see for himself.
He straightened up and walked to the open space in the middle of the ice. He first glanced at Paragus, then at the golden glow dozens of meters away, before looking back at the companions who had just climbed to their feet.
Frieza stood with his arms folded and did not stop him, letting him do as he pleased. The faint smile remained on his face. He wanted to see what else this Saiyan could pull off.
Goku lowered himself slightly.
In an instant, his hair stood straight up, turning a brilliant gold. His brow furrowed as golden flames of energy surged around him. A ring of fine cracks spread through the ice beneath his feet, and the heat melted the nearby shards of ice into water.
Paragus had never seen this before. He instinctively stepped back half a pace, his eyes widening. Broly, kneeling nearby, also raised his head.
Gohan clenched his fists. He recognized it—his dad's Super Saiyan form. Vegeta stood behind them with his arms folded, letting out a quiet snort through his nose. He said nothing, but his eyes never left the center of the field.
Goku did not stop. His aura surged higher, and fine bolts of lightning crackled through the golden flames. Arcs of electricity crawled over his body, snapping against the ice and blasting little white craters into it. A wave of force swept out, sending broken ice rolling across the ground and clattering against the ice walls. Paragus felt a crushing force pressing down on him from