Frieza's Final Transformation

Although the Grand Elder found it a little strange, he understood and began unlocking Son Wuling's power, extending his palm toward him.

"It's all right, Son Wuling. I can sense that beneath your cold, piercing ki lies a warmth like the sun. You and your companions are good people, aren't you?"

Son Wuling had cultivated Natural Energy longer than anyone else. In just a short while, his power surpassed Piccolo's and was still rising!

Son Wuling immediately began slowly concealing his surging ki. Like Son Goku, he had undergone the same training and built an excellent foundation for himself.

Son Wuling even suspected that the reason Vegeta had always failed to surpass Son Goku in the original Dragon Balls was because of this. He had never built his foundation step by step like Son Goku, which was why he had always been held down!

"Yes, they are my family—companions I would trust with my life!"

Son Wuling answered earnestly.

Piccolo was instantly blasted backward. Facing Frieza's third form, Piccolo was no match for him now. Destruction Bullets shot from Frieza's fingers, striking Piccolo's body in a dense barrage.

His martial arts uniform had already been torn apart. Purple blood flowed out, and his ki grew weaker and weaker!

"Ho ho ho... What's wrong, Namekian? Can you no longer move? Tell me, what exactly did you eat just now to recover in an instant? Otherwise, I'll show you what pain is."

Frieza let out his signature laugh. As he watched Piccolo's ki grow increasingly feeble, the thrill of toying with life made the third-form Frieza reveal a sinister, eerie smile.

"Stop..."

The childish voice carried a hint of madness. Frieza was slightly startled as Son Gohan transformed into a streak of light and charged straight at him.

"Another little brat!"

Frieza raised his palm, and Son Gohan slammed directly into it.

"Ah, that hurts..."

Frieza's palm felt as though it were about to break. He put away his contempt.

"Yaaah..."

Son Gohan's fists continuously pounded Frieza's abdomen, growing heavier and heavier with his anger.

"Waaah..."

Frieza cried out in pain, as though Son Gohan's blows were about to punch through his body.

"Haaah..."

Son Gohan struck Frieza in the head, sending him crashing into a distant mountain peak with a violent roar.

"Masenko!"

Piccolo had taught him this move. With both palms placed against his forehead, a thick beam of ki illuminated the entire sky crimson as it struck Frieza.

"Maximum power..."

Son Gohan shouted furiously, and the Masenko swelled several times larger, blasting into Frieza's body.

Piccolo's blurred vision stared in stunned disbelief. He had already sensed that Son Gohan's ki had surpassed his own, but seeing it with his own eyes still filled him with shock. It was almost unbelievable.

"Wuling was right. Gohan, you possess potential far beyond any of ours!"

The Masenko stopped. Frieza lay sprawled on the ground, blood flowing from his body. Son Gohan's attack had left him badly hurt.

"Uncle Piccolo..."

Son Gohan hurriedly flew to Piccolo's side, supporting him as they landed atop a mountain peak. He quickly took out the Senzu Beans Son Wuling had prepared in advance.

"Uncle Piccolo, hurry and eat a Senzu Bean!"

Piccolo did not stand on ceremony. He chewed it up and swallowed it, and his injuries and strength instantly recovered!

Seeing Piccolo recover, Son Gohan smiled. "Uncle Piccolo, that's wonderful. Good thing Uncle Wuling gave each of us five Senzu Beans earlier."

Piccolo looked at Son Gohan with gratification. "I've already eaten all my Senzu Beans. But because Frieza wanted to know about them, he didn't kill me."

Frieza stood up at this moment. He noticed that the Namekian called Piccolo had recovered once again.

"That thing again? He recovered in an instant? Damn it, I must force him to tell me what that thing is. But that little brat... Hmm, a tail. He's a Saiyan too."

Frieza sensed that something was wrong and muttered to himself.

While they were still on Earth, the tail on Son Gohan's back had grown back. Piccolo had wanted to cut it off, but Son Wuling stopped him and had it kept.

"Whose child is he? He doesn't resemble Nappa or Vegeta. Hmm, could he be Raditz's child? Impossible. How can a Saiyan unleash such combat power?"

Frieza could not help thinking to himself, even feeling somewhat enraged. Those wild monkeys who only knew how to fight and destroy were now actually capable of threatening him.

"Could it be..."

Frieza thought of a legend that had long circulated among the Frieza Race: the Super Saiyan!

"Could this little brat be the Legendary Super Saiyan!"

Frieza's ki swelled once more, and cracks spread across his entire body.

"If that's the case, then I'll let you witness my ultimate power—my true self!"

Piccolo and Son Gohan were utterly dumbfounded. Frieza's ki surged explosively again.

"Th-this is Frieza's final transformation?" Piccolo's mouth hung open in shock, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

"Frieza! Does his ki have no end?"

Crack...

With a violent explosion, Frieza kicked up a massive cloud of dust! His ki surged, and Frieza's final form—his original appearance—appeared before Piccolo and Son Gohan!

Compared to before, Frieza had fewer adornments on his body. His overall appearance was smoother and more restrained, and his body had shrunk completely. Purple skin covered the top of his head, his shoulders, chest, wrists, and ankles! With silver and purple as its main colors, his body possessed a sleek, minimalist science-fiction aesthetic!

"Th-that is Frieza's true appearance?"

Son Gohan involuntarily took a step back. Though Frieza looked less terrifying than before, his ki was immensely powerful. A suffocating pressure made it hard for them to breathe.

Frieza lightly raised a finger, and a Death Beam shot toward Piccolo.

"Uncle Piccolo..."

Son Gohan reacted and struck Frieza's Death Beam away with one palm!

Whoosh...

Boom...

Frieza's Death Beam slammed into a distant hill, and the world of Namek changed drastically. The once-clear skies of Namek were shrouded by dark clouds!

Crack... Boom...

The earth shattered, and all of Namek shook violently. In the explosion of the Death Beam, Piccolo and Son Gohan saw Namek become like the end of the world—magma erupted as an immense shockwave spread outward.

Piccolo and Son Gohan instinctively steadied themselves to avoid being blown away by the impact!

Frieza coldly watched Son Gohan. Even amid such fierce winds, he remained calm and unshaken, standing in the gale like a king.

As the shockwave dissipated, the arm Son Gohan had used to knock away Frieza's Death Beam felt numb and agonizingly painful. Yet he still stared stubbornly at Frieza, showing no sign of surrender.