Piccolo and Frieza rose into the air. Frieza said to Piccolo, "Oh ho ho, Namekian, I admire your courage. You're the first person to dare face me head-on. I'll give you a chance. Submit to me and hand over the Wish Orb, and I'll spare you and your people."
Piccolo replied, "Frieza, I'll give you a chance too. Leave Planet Namek with your tail between your legs, and I'll spare your life. Otherwise..."
Frieza's expression immediately turned cold. "Since you insist on being so stubborn, you have only yourself to blame. Once I've defeated you, I'll bring your people before you and kill them one by one, so you can truly savor despair. Oh ho ho."
"Frieza, you're asking to die," Piccolo said.
With that, he flashed forward and punched Frieza, doubling him over. Then he swung left and right at Frieza's head, his broad palms slapping Frieza across the face.
Frieza had no time to react. Only after Piccolo had delivered dozens of vicious slaps did he gather his wits and burst out with his energy, finally escaping Piccolo's clutches.
His face stinging, Frieza flew into a rage. "Damn you, Namekian! I'll make you pay!"
He flashed in front of Piccolo and threw a punch, only to strike an afterimage. Before he could react, Piccolo punched him in the head, sending him crashing toward the ground.
Piccolo flashed beneath Frieza and struck his chin with a Rising Dragon Fist, then kicked him high into the air. He flashed behind Frieza and kicked him back toward the ground.
He repeated the assault, kicking Frieza back and forth like a ball.
Frieza could not fight back at all. In moments, his face was bruised and swollen, and his body was covered in injuries.
After kicking his "ball" around for a while, Piccolo flashed forward, grabbed Frieza's horns, and snapped them clean off. He kicked Frieza into the air, then hit him with a Masenko.
Below, Vegeta watched in stunned disbelief. "Is this really the Frieza I know? He's getting beaten so easily."
Son Goku said, "This is just the beginning. Frieza still has two transformations left, and Piccolo hasn't shown his true strength either."
Vegeta nodded. He knew Piccolo's power level was over three million, while Frieza's first form had only a little over one million. With that difference, Frieza really was no match for Piccolo.
As the smoke cleared, Frieza's body had shrunk back to its original size. Both horns on his head had been broken off, a section of his tail was missing, and his face was livid.
Piccolo laughed at the sight. "Frieza, you really can take a beating. You might as well change your name to the King of Punching Bags."
Frieza nearly exploded with rage. "Namekian, you've succeeded in angering me. I've decided that I'll not only slaughter you and all your people, but also blast Planet Namek into dust!"
"Stop making empty threats and show me what you can really do," Piccolo said.
"Very well, Namekian. Just you wait. I hope you won't regret this."
With that, Frieza began his second transformation.
Violent energy swirled around him. His mouth extended, his head rapidly elongated, bone spikes protruded from its sides, his shoulders broadened, and his muscles bulged.
Moments later, an alien-looking Frieza stood before Piccolo.
Piccolo said, "Frieza, this look of yours is truly hideous."
He had barely finished speaking when Frieza punched him, knocking his head back. Yet Piccolo did not budge.
Piccolo reached out and grabbed Frieza's wrist, pulling the fist away from his face. He smiled. "Frieza, is this all your third form can do?"
Frieza cried out, "Impossible! My power level in this form is over two million! How can you still stop my punch?"
Piccolo sneered. "Maybe this form of yours is too weak. Or maybe I'm just too strong."
Frieza flashed away, putting some distance between them. "It seems I really can't defeat you without showing my true strength. Then I'll open your eyes and let you experience the power of my final form."
With that, he began his third transformation.
Everyone felt Frieza's energy rising exponentially. Fierce winds howled around them, dust billowed, lightning flashed, and thunder roared. The entire Planet Namek began to shake.
Frieza's body changed as well. His head rapidly shrank, he grew shorter, and his muscles began to contract.
Moments later, Frieza had become a short figure only a meter and a half tall. The top of his head, his forearms, abdomen, and lower legs were blue, while the rest of his body was white.
His inverted triangular eyes and scarlet pupils exuded cruelty.
Frieza said, "Oh ho ho, sorry for the wait, Namekian. It's been so long since I last transformed into my ultimate form that I'm a little rusty. Now, Namekian, come help me warm up."
He extended a finger toward Piccolo. Before Piccolo could answer, countless Death Beams shot from his fingertip toward him.
Piccolo immediately raised his hands to block, batting away every Death Beam.
Moments later, countless deep craters had been blasted into the ground around Piccolo.
When the dust cleared, Frieza saw that Piccolo was completely unharmed. "Oh ho ho, not bad, Namekian. You're talented, so I'll give you one last chance. Submit to me, and you'll answer to no one but me in the entire Frieza Force. I can forgive everything that happened earlier. What do you say?"
Piccolo said, "Frieza, I have to admit that's a very good offer. Unfortunately, I won't accept it. Everything I've been taught over the years forbids it."
"Then there's nothing more to discuss. What a shame. Prepare to die!"
"If you want to kill me, let's see whether you have what it takes," Piccolo said.
Frieza held up three fingers. "I only need three percent of my strength to finish you off."
"Stop bluffing," Piccolo replied.
Frieza smiled. "It seems you still haven't faced the facts. Let me help you!"
With that, he flashed in front of Piccolo and drove a punch toward his abdomen.
Piccolo reached out, caught Frieza's wrist, and hurled him into the air with a powerful swing.
Piccolo aimed both hands at Frieza and unleashed a torrent of energy blasts, turning the entire sky white with explosions.
Only after a prolonged barrage did Piccolo stop, his gaze fixed on the sky.
The dust cleared, revealing Frieza completely unharmed.
Piccolo was not surprised. If Frieza were that easy to kill, he would never have been called the emperor of the universe.
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