Vegeta gritted his teeth as he watched Son Goku fight Baby Gohan. The longer he watched, the angrier he grew!
"Kakarot, you really know how to piss me off!" Vegeta snarled.
Whoosh—
Just then, an energy beam shot toward him and pierced straight through his chest!
"Gah—"
Vegeta's eyes widened. He coughed up blood and clutched the gaping hole in his chest, his face contorting as he looked toward the source of the beam.
"Ohohoho! You seem to be in quite a sorry state, Mr. Vegeta!" Frieza slowly lowered his still-smoking finger and sneered.
"Frie! Za!"
Vegeta roared, blood spilling from his mouth. His glare looked fierce enough to tear Frieza apart!
"Don't look at me like that. This is a fight to the death. Did you think we were playing a game?"
Frieza chuckled coldly. "Blame yourself for being careless enough to leave an opening. Now die!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!!
More energy beams shot toward Vegeta, each aimed at a vital spot!
"Damn it!!"
Vegeta struggled to dodge, but several beams still tore through him. His energy immediately began to fade.
Son Goku, still fighting Baby Gohan, sensed Vegeta's energy fading. His expression changed, and he urgently tried to break away.
"I'm your opponent. You're not going anywhere!"
Baby Gohan saw what Son Goku intended and grinned viciously. He gave him no chance to breathe, unleashing a relentless storm of attacks. Son Goku could barely defend himself, let alone find an opening to use Instant Transmission.
"Cough... Frieza... You're as despicable as ever!" Vegeta floated in space, drenched in blood, his voice thick with anger and contempt.
"Ohohoho! Say whatever you like. Winning calls for unconventional methods now and then. Mr. Vegeta, take that grudge with you to Hell!"
Frieza laughed triumphantly and raised a finger, gathering and compressing