Crack... crack!
Accompanied by bone-grating sounds of dislocation, Frieza's slender frame began to expand violently in a way that defied all reason.
His white shell split open, and two long black horns curved out like those of a demon. His limbs swelled as if inflated, bursting apart his specially made battle armor. Within a few breaths, he had transformed into a muscular giant over two meters tall.
Looking at that face, now rugged and uncannily similar to King Cold's, Vegeta felt his stomach churn. The fear that had been suppressed for over twenty years had completely awakened.
The instant the transformation was complete, the violent airflow within the hall came to an abrupt stop.
The air seemed filled with lead, as though gravity throughout the entire space had increased more than tenfold. The wild purple aura around Vegeta was forcibly pressed back by this crushing weight, leaving only a thin layer clinging to his skin.
"You wild monkeys seem to have a laughable misunderstanding about me."
Frieza, in his new form, looked down from above, his voice deep as a bronze bell. "I don't transform to increase my strength. Quite the opposite. My original power is too violent, so I specifically created these forms to suppress it in daily life."
He slowly held out two thick fingers.
"Now, I have merely undone the first shackle. Let me tell you one more despairing number... with my limiter released, my current battle power is one million!"
"O-One million?!"
Vegeta's pupils contracted sharply. A Saiyan's acute perception of ki had become the cruelest instrument of torture at this moment. What stood before him was no longer a living creature, but a mass of violent energy capable of devouring a planet!
"Quit putting on a goddamn act!"
Fear bred madness. Vegeta roared and threw