The Great Melee

Namek had fallen into an unprecedented crisis. It was more terrifying than the most severe natural disaster; one wrong move and the entire planet would explode.

Frieza and Slug engaged in a fierce battle. The two were like the most evil gods of destruction, and the surrounding endless mountain ranges crumbled. The mere shockwaves of their combat were suffocating.

Vegeta had not yet arrived at the scene. Watching from afar, he was filled with shock.

"That's Frieza!?"

"Who on earth dares to fight Frieza?"

He did not know that the Frieza Force had also arrived here. Cui had originally gone to inform him of this news, but he had been killed before he could say a word.

Vegeta approached cautiously and discovered that the surviving Namekians were also here, which completely dashed his hopes of secretly collecting the Dragon Balls.

"Damn it!"

When he saw the Frieza Force below, along with two individuals who looked very much like Frieza, a sense of despair welled up within him.

"How could these people all be mobilized at the same time? The secret of the Dragon Balls must have leaked!"

"I am the proud Prince of all Saiyans, am I destined to never make a comeback?" Vegeta growled in grief and indignation.

He did not choose to leave, instead finding a concealed position to hide.

What if these people ended up both losing in the end?

Vegeta was unwilling to give up; he was still hoping to pick up the scraps.

In the blink of an eye, Slug and Frieza had traded hundreds of blows.

"The Emperor of the Universe is nothing special." Slug laughed loudly, his terrifying fists striking out in succession, attacking without any defense.

"Death Beam!"

Frieza opened his palm, and ten tiny red rays shot from his fingers. They were faster than lightning, leaving no room to parry.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Countless bloody holes appeared on Slug's body, drawing out great sprays of blood, but in the next second, those wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"An immortal body is truly troublesome." Frieza commented indifferently, not feeling panicked in the slightest.

In his third form, he held the upper hand against Slug. If it weren't for this Super Namekian's immortality, he would have finished him off long ago.

"I will not lose! Let me show you my full power!"

Slug suddenly erupted with an even more powerful aura. His body began to expand rapidly, growing larger and larger until he quickly exceeded twenty meters in height.

"Die!"

He lifted his foot, a massive shadow completely engulfing Frieza, and stomped down hard, as if a great earthquake had occurred.

Frieza leaped backward, yet he failed to dodge the attack completely, his side being grazed.

"This technique is similar to the Saiyan's Great Ape form." Vegeta watched the battle from a distance.

"Interesting." Frieza looked at the small amount of blood flowing from his body and praised.

"As a reward, I will let you see my final form!"

Frieza roared, and the entire sky was dyed an eerie color. His aura surged continuously, transforming into a hurricane that pulverized everything.

His body shook violently, his skin cracking like a shattered mirror before exploding with a bang.

His final form was revealed: one and a half meters tall, snow-white all over, with a purple section on his head and a powerful tail swaying casually behind him.

"The second half of the battle begins!"

Frieza vanished from his spot after speaking, and almost in the next second, a large chunk of flesh was torn from Slug's body.

Cooler saw Slug's immortality and grew angrier the more he thought about it; this had originally been his wish, and now it had slipped through his fingers.

He looked coldly at his three disappointing subordinates: "Salza."

"Present!"

Salza, Dore, and Neiz all trembled uncontrollably, their hands and feet turning cold with fear.

"There are a few bugs watching over there; go and finish them off." Cooler thought for a moment but decided not to strike his subordinates himself.

However, he felt that arriving with such a large army only to act like a clown was unacceptable. He couldn't let word of this get out, so he would simply kill everyone on this planet.

"Yes, Lord Cooler!"

The three of them felt as if they had been granted amnesty and quickly fled the oppressive area, heading toward Son Gohan and the others.

"Lord Cooler, I will go to assist as well!"

Ginyu hurried to follow. Once Cooler's Armored Squadron left, he would be the only one left to bear the brunt of any dissatisfaction.

If Cooler or King Cold suddenly wanted to vent their frustration, they could kill him with a single slap.

"I really thought I was dead just now!" Dore patted his chest, looking like he had just survived a disaster.

"Lord Cooler only spared us for now; it doesn't mean he won't give us trouble when we return." Neiz still felt lingering fear, anxious and uneasy.

"So we must handle this quickly and cleanly, so Lord Cooler sees our efficiency." Salza, as the captain, instructed the other two.

"Hmph, that coward Ginyu is here too."

The three of them turned around and immediately forgot about their own pathetic state from moments ago.

"It seems someone is coming our way." Tien Shinhan, with his three eyes, saw it most clearly.

"It's fine, they're just small fry."

Son Gohan saw that Cooler and King Cold hadn't come, so he felt relieved.

When the Z Fighters first arrived, they hadn't deliberately hidden their presence because the combat power they were displaying was only in the tens of thousands.

He hadn't expected that even such low combat power would attract the attention of Frieza and his group; the Emperor of the Universe's race was indeed overbearing.

"Let me fight them!" Son Goku was eager to jump in, having been starving for a fight for a long time.

"No, Dad, your combat power is too high; it will attract the attention of Cooler and the others."

Son Gohan's plan was: let Frieza's group and Slug fight like dogs, and then they would strike last to reap the benefits.

"Don't worry, later on, I'll definitely let you fight to your heart's content." Son Gohan promised.

If you can't turn into a Super Saiyan, I'll ensure Frieza's attacks are both painful and swift.

"Uncle Krillin, the four of you attack together later; it will be a perfect test of your training results."

Son Gohan assigned targets based on their respective strengths.

"No problem!" Krillin was excited; endless training couldn't compare to a real battle.

Just then, the three members of Cooler's Armored Squadron and Ginyu flew above their heads, looking down at them from a superior position.

"Who are you people, and why are you on Namek?" Ginyu finally had the chance to ask what he was most curious about.

"There's another Namekian here." Neiz pointed at Piccolo.

"Heh heh heh, I was just worrying about having nowhere to vent my frustration, and you lot delivered yourselves to me." Dore crossed his arms, wearing a mocking smile.

"Make it quick, we need to report back."

Salza threw countless energy blasts from both hands, enough to destroy a planet, covering Son Gohan and the others.

"Tri-Beam!"

Tien Shinhan folded his hands to form a quadrilateral shape, and an incredibly thick beam of golden light roared out, obliterating all the energy blasts.

"Go!"

Krillin leaped up, his fist cutting through the air as he lunged straight for Salza's head, and the two began to battle.

Dore, the strongest of Cooler's Armored Squadron, was left to Tien Shinhan.

The remaining Neiz fought Yamcha in an evenly matched struggle.

Chiaotzu was slightly weaker than Ginyu, but holding him off was no problem.

Eight people began a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering melee!