Deep in the ruins in the distance, the towering clouds of smoke had yet to dissipate when a grating sound of flesh grinding together drifted up from underground.
King Cold was, of course, not dead. With his fully awakened "ancient Frost Demon bloodline," the monster had forcibly endured that planet-destroying blow.
The crushed half of his face and fractured neck bones writhed and reassembled at a speed that made the scalp tingle, while the purple blood spilling from his wounds flowed eerily back into his veins. The fury of being humiliated by insects in his eyes was rapidly swelling within that ancient body.
Back at the shattered arena.
Goku landed lightly in front of Vegeta and Raditz and raised a finger. "Do you want to personally blast that monster with a power level of five billion and avenge the humiliation of Planet Vegeta's destruction? There's only one way now—watch closely!"
Meeting their puzzled gazes, Goku quickly ran through the extremely embarrassing and asymmetrical set of movements from the original story in his mind. He took a deep breath, silently braced himself against the awkward thrill, and assumed a perfectly serious stance under the eyes of the entire crowd.
"Watch closely. This technique requires two people of similar strength to move and breathe in perfect unison, with their movements mirrored!"
Son Goku struck a strange pose, traced a comical arc in the air with both hands, and loudly chanted the incantation: "Fu—sion—ha! Make sure your fingers touch at the end!"
The entire area fell into deathly silence.
Nearby, Piccolo stood rigid as a taut green statue, swallowing his urge to unleash a torrent of complaints. He ignored the farce and continued guarding Gohan and Bulma, never taking his eyes off the distant ruins.
Krillin and Yamcha's jaws dropped to the ground,