"Who the hell's joking with you? Watch closely, Frieza," Piccolo said.
With that, he unleashed his full power. The golden aura around him surged wildly, swelling to the size of a small mountain within moments.
Frieza's expression changed drastically, and sweat poured down his back.
His eyes widened. "Impossible! This is impossible! How could a worthless Namekian like you become this powerful?"
Piccolo laughed. "Frieza, you only trained for four months, but we've trained for decades. Our talent might limit us, but if we still couldn't reach this level after decades of training, we might as well bash our heads against a block of tofu and die."
"No! I don't believe it!" Frieza roared furiously.
With a loud shout, he unleashed his full power, his aura surging another notch.
Then he vanished on the spot, appeared behind Piccolo an instant later, and drove a heavy punch toward the center of his back.
Just as the punch was about to land, Piccolo suddenly turned and caught Frieza's arm.
Unable to wrench himself free, Frieza lashed out with a kick that struck Piccolo squarely in the neck.
Piccolo's head tilted to one side before straightening again. "Your aim's decent, but you're a little short on power."
With that, he grabbed Frieza by the ankle and began swinging him around like a windmill.
After a few rotations, he hurled him into the sky.
Frieza felt as though his brains had nearly been shaken into mush. His body flew uncontrollably toward space.
A moment later, Frieza steadied himself and roared, "You miserable Namekian! You damned Saiyan monkeys! Die, all of you! Turn to cosmic dust along with this planet!"
He turned his palm upward and rapidly formed an energy ball.
He pushed it upward. As the energy ball rose, it rapidly expanded, growing to