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"Hey, freak show, you're probably here to look for a boyfriend. Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I'm straight!"

Following his words Trunks laughed his head off out of pure amusement. He was oblivious of the twofold increase of Frieza's power level, perhaps because it was still substantially lower than his own at full power. On the other hand, Gohan, Dende, and Vegeta who were nowhere as strong as the time travellers kept their guards up since anything could happen, although the full-blooded Saiyan was actually anticipating the good fight he would engage in. Seeing the grim look on the others' faces, Goten could only let out a nervous giggle as he tried to snap his friend out of his insane laughter from his position, but to no avail. Being cocky by nature, Trunks found insulting his opponents entertaining, and since he was stronger than Frieza there was no harm in doing it, right?

Wrong. Frieza might be weak to him, but his horns were still sharp.

"I've decided!"

Without warning, Frieza propelled himself into the sky. At first he was aiming at Vegeta, but it turned out to be a feint; when he readied himself to dodge, to his surprise, the giant made a sharp turn and steered himself toward Trunks, intent on catching him off-guard and skewering him with his intimidating horns. Since the poor boy was immersed deep in his merriment, the attack had near-perfect accuracy and there was no chance for him to evade it.

"TRUNKS! LOOK OUT!"

At the very last second just before the strike connected, Trunks could feel being shoved aside, followed by an unpleasant sound and someone's restrained scream. It all happened in just an instant; nobody was able to make sense of what was taking place until they turned around and saw what it was all about with their own eyes.

"Ow… whaddya do that for?" the eldest halfling complained as he regained his balance. After he did and looked ahead, however, his eyes dilated and how he wished he hadn't. "Oh my… goodness…"

"NOOOO!"

"Oops, I harpooned the wrong fish. But no worries, you'll all get your turn in due time."

What they saw was absolutely nightmarish and even Vegeta was watching in horror: on the spot where Trunks had been less than ten seconds ago, there was Frieza, looming over them, who had managed to impale Goten on the side with his horn. Totally shocked at this turn of events, Trunks was unable to even budge an inch and could only watch in horror as Frieza swatted Gohan—he had dashed to aid his brother, but it was no use—away with his tail.

Utilising his energy, Gohan broke his fall mid-air and braced himself before looking up at the horrific sight. "Frieza! Stop it!" he pleaded.

"Ah-ah. I'm not done yet. Didn't your mom teach you it's rude to cut the queue?" replied Frieza casually.

The newly transformed alien then proceeded to further torment the helpless young Saiyan by shifting his head up and down in sadistic pleasure, drawing more blood and making Goten quickly drift into unconsciousness. Despite that, he tried his best and with all his might not to show pain; just as his timeline's Gohan would never show his vulnerable side to him, he too had resolved to be strong in front of his 'little' brother. Besides, his little sacrifice might be able to awaken Gohan's hidden power, and for that to work he needed to stay alive long enough.

"Trunks! Don't just stand there… please, help Goten!" Gohan shouted plaintively, but the boy in question stayed still like a stone statue, too shaken to even move. Seeing his friend do absolutely nothing, he beseeched Vegeta, and even Dende, for help, but having been seized by shock neither sprang into action.

After a minute which felt like an agonising eternity, Frieza finally decided to end his little game since his face had been partially covered in Goten's blood. He flung the helpless preteen away by swinging his head downward, sending him plummeting into the emerald sea, far from everyone's reach. Trunks finally recovered from his shakes, and just in time; seeing his friend plunging into the ocean he promptly dashed to retrieve him before he was lost to the unfathomable depths.

Unfortunately Frieza saw Trunks's action. He intended to blast him away, preventing him to come to his friend's aid, by shooting an energy wave at him. "Not on my watch!"

"No, Frieza! Don't!" Gohan exclaimed. He had had enough; there need not be any more fatalities!

Finding Gohan's rage amusing, Frieza taunted him, "Aw, the baby brother's mad. How cute—"

"I SAID DON'T!"

Trunks stopped. For an instant, but only that instant, he noticed something that felt really familiar coming from Gohan; when he looked up, he saw the tyke already jabbing Frieza continuously on his stomach with all his might, but somehow he knew there was more to it than that. As much as he would like to see what it was, he knew he had a more important matter at hand; he didn't need to be told twice to retrieve Goten before he drowned, and so he too dove into the cold depths.

Since he could still sense his best friend's energy signature—although it was slowly diminishing—it wasn't exactly hard for Trunks to find him despite the great depths of the sea which got darker and darker with every metre down. All that mattered now was time. It was imperative that Trunks got to him before it was too late. 'Hang in there, Goten… I'm sorry you had to take what was meant for me…' he said inwardly, filled with regret, 'If only I were more attentive…'

Finally, Trunks found Goten resting on the ocean floor some twenty metres beneath the surface, his blood diffusing like dye into the water around him. He made his way toward the twelve-year-old, scooped him up, and rushed back to the surface without even thinking of decompression sickness. Upon getting out of the water, Trunks quickly flew to a nearby island, took cover in some kind of a narrow ravine, and laid his unconscious friend on the ground, exercising extra care not to worsen his already serious wound. Had Goten been full-blooded human, he would have checked in with King Yemma at this point, trapped for eternity in the Other World of the past.

"There you go, Goten, I've gotcha," he said. He reached to his pocket for the senzu pouch, took the last bean, and gently shoved it into Goten's mouth. "Here, you're gonna be fine. C'mon, Goten… you're a strong one. Dontcha dare give up on me, you gotta eat the senzu."

Goten managed to swallow the miracle drug, an action which sealed his survival. Trunks let out a huge sigh of relief when he the wound on Goten's side slowly close and heal as though nothing had happened. The younger halfling finally regained consciousness, but having been underwater for quite some time, he sat up and violently coughed out water.

"Whoa, easy there, Goten," said Trunks while patting Goten's back to help clear his lungs of water. When his coughing fit finally stopped, he just sat where he was while trying to catch his breath. He was slightly disoriented, but otherwise perfectly well.

"Uh… Trunks?"

"Hey there, buddy," Trunks smiled, "You're okay, don't worry."

"Oww… that one really did a number on me…" rubbing his side, the messy-haired boy whined, "And look at this! There's a hole on my shirt!"

"Um, yeah, of course. That's where you got stabbed. What's the problem?"

"Mom's gonna be angry about this."

Hearing the response Trunks could feel a bead of sweat running down his temple. Seriously, sometimes he couldn't understand the way his friend thought. "Goten, you… know there was a hole on your stomach, right?" he asked in bewilderment, "And you worry about one on your shirt more than that?"

"Like you dunno my mom, Trunks. She'd think a moth did this and grill me all night for not keeping my wardrobe clean. Not to mention those shrunken shirts… next time you get to be my shield…"

Hearing the last sentence, regret once again overcame Trunks. It was true that Goten might be alright now, but there was no denying the fact that he had to endure the pain because of him, so apologising was the most natural thing to do. "You bet. I'm sorry, Goten… I'll be more careful next time."

"Hee-hee, I'm just kidding, Trunks. I guess you'd do the same," Goten shrugged, but he earned a nod of affirmation from his friend. He then examined his surroundings, looked at the sky, and asked after not seeing his brother anywhere, "Where's Gohan? Is he okay?"

"He's fighting Frieza now. He got really mad at him when I went to get you. And by mad, I mean really, really angry. He just burst out."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I guess he really looks up to you, you know. But there was something else."

"What is it?"

"Well, you see… when he went bananas, I felt this—"

Before Trunks could even finish his sentence, their conversation was cut off by a faint scream only the keenest of ears could perceive. No questions needed to be asked; they both knew it came from Gohan, and it was more than a cue for them to leap into action. Intent on saving the distressed child, Trunks and Goten went out of their hiding place and shot up to the sky for a better vantage point. Sure enough, in no time they were able to locate Frieza who surprisingly was quite far away from where Trunks had resurfaced after saving Goten.

It seemed things had somehow taken an unexpected turn during Goten's recovery. On the ground not far away from Frieza lay Vegeta with numerous bloody wounds all over his body. Outwardly he appeared as good as dead, but a quick energy check revealed he was still bravely clinging onto life. Trunks was slightly shaken at the sight, but when he saw Dende cowering in fear behind a boulder he relaxed a bit. As long as the little Namekian managed to stay out of trouble, there was still chance. However, more frightening than that was the situation Gohan was in; by Frieza's feet lay the little kid, fragile as glass, with the tyrant looming over him and ready to shatter him into pieces by crushing his head with his three-toed, talon-like foot.

"Oh my gosh, Gohan! Hurry, Trunks! We gotta help him!"

"I'm on it. How dare he do that to my dad!"

"What's wrong? What happened to all that bravado you showed earlier?" said Frieza in a very patronising tone. Elated at the prospect of disposing of three of the meddlers who had dared to oppose him in one go, he gave a sadistic cackle. "To be honest, I was expecting a bit more than that, but oh well, it's past your bedtime. Sweet dreams, kid!"

"Heads up, freak show!"

"What?"

Before Frieza was able to crack Gohan's skull with his deadly trample, he was interrupted by two youngsters flying his way at high speed, attempting to slash him with what looked like a blade of energy on their arms. He dodged just in time by flying upward, but during that split second Goten managed to slice off a portion of his tail. Cringing in pain, the overlord perched himself on a nearby spire of rock to see who exactly had the guts to maim him like that; he was surprised to say the least when he saw the boy who was supposed to be dead, accompanied with his friend, hovering in the air just a few good metres in front of him.

"How dare you hurt Gohan! Fight me first!" exclaimed Goten. It was supposed to look intimidating but with his cheeks puffed with air he looked just like a little kid who was in a silly argument over some sweets. However, it was also an indication that the childish preteen was as alive and kicking as ever. His cheerful and innocent love for battle had returned, and along with Trunks he was ready to show the tyrant that the little incident earlier was nothing more than a lucky strike.

"You! But how? You were shish kebab!" Frieza growled, irritation and disbelief present in his voice. For all he knew that boy should've succumbed to massive exsanguination and septic shock. "Rahhh… scum tricksters… you're just like weeds! I need to get you by the root!"

"Heh! If you think you've gotten rid of us, think again!" Trunks smirked smugly, "Meet my best buddy, Goten! He's the strongest boy there is!"

"You big jerk! It hurt a lot, you know! But at least now we know those horns aren't for decoration purposes only."

"I bet the males of his race are like elks. You know, those with huge antlers?"

"Ooh, yeah, I know! They show off their antlers and the winner gets to mate with the female."

"It seems you paid attention in class after all, eh Goten?"

At this point Frieza was fuming in indignation. Never in his life had he been compared to an animal, and to think those words came from mere children? Now that was insult at its best. His heart consumed in fiery rage, he clenched his fists in pure annoyance. "You little… I didn't come here to be insulted!"

With his sharp wit and venomous tongue, a comeback had already popped out in Trunks's mind. Putting his hands on his hips and leaning forward, he said, "Oh? So where do you usually go?"

"Gahhh… how dare you! Fool! YOU'RE DEAD MEAT!" Frieza finally snapped.

"Woo-hoo! Catch us if you can!"

The Saiyan hybrids were successful in provoking Frieza to follow them. They had a plan, and for that plan to work they needed to distract him long enough. Before they took off into the distance, Goten signalled to Dende on the ground, instructing him to take Gohan and Vegeta to safety and heal them to full health with his power. The seriousness of the situation was enough to prompt him to do as said; he quickly retrieved the unconscious Saiyans and took them a good distance away from Frieza's reach. If he succeeded in his task, they would be rewarded twofold: restoration and amplification of their strength thanks to zenkai. It was a shame it stopped working once a Saiyan attained his Super form for the first time, which meant Trunks and Goten would never benefit from it.

With the injured out of the picture, the hybrids had the stage for themselves. They relentlessly mocked and ridiculed Frieza who was hot on their tails and were actually enjoying every bit of anger the alien exhibited. They twirled around each other while blasting through the sky, laughing in insane glee, but stopped upon seeing Frieza starting to lag behind.

"Goten, I think we're too fast for him."

"Yeah! He's no fun! Let's just confront him."

Since they had to keep him in their field of vision to prevent him from interfering with Dende's healing process, the mischievous friends decided to approach him and up the fun by factor a notch or two. To their amusement, Frieza was actually panting due to exhaustion from trying to keep up with them. Trunks and Goten hovered very casually in the air in front of the hulking giant, intent on engaging him in close-quarters combat.

"Hello! Missed me?" asked Trunks in a cheerful voice.

"C'mon, you can do better than that," Goten joined, "Let's play some more. Can I go first, Trunks?"

"Yeah, go ahead, but don't overdo it. He still has two more forms we haven't seen yet."

"Okay. You want me to go for the offensive or defensive?"

It seemed Frieza was too impatient to wait, so he gave Goten the answer: he needed to go for the defensive. Without giving any cue he tried to skewer the spiky-haired boy with his horn just like earlier, but this time luck wasn't on his side; he simply stepped aside with his superhuman reflexes. Less than pleased, Frieza followed with a barrage of Death Beams, but no single one of them was able to connect. Countless punches, kicks, and tail slaps later, Goten still hadn't taken any damage while the brash overlord was slowly running out of stamina.

"This is it?" the halfling mumbled, "This isn't very fun…"

"Goten, don't be greedy! Tag out!" exclaimed Trunks who was at this point raring to enter the fray.

"Okay. I'm getting bored anyway."

The two hybrids quickly Afterimaged, making it look like they instantly switched with each other without actually moving. Trunks wasted no time in going for the offensive; he slowly whittled down Frieza's defences with his light but extremely fast blows, taking extra care not to get too excited and kill him by accident. Leaving absolutely no opening for retaliation, he then proceeded to bombard Frieza with a barrage of energy blasts, but even with suppressed power the attack was too much for the transformed alien. It was evident now that he and Goten were way out of Frieza's league, and the space emperor was now actually feeling scared of losing the battle and got distracted. Seeing the opportunity, Trunks delivered a stronger kick to his foe's face, sending him staggering backward.

"Yeah! That's it!" exclaimed Goten in excitement.

"See, you just got lucky because I wasn't careful. You stand no chance against us!" said Trunks. He even went as far as sticking out his tongue.

Having had enough of being made fun of, Frieza was left with no choice but to transform. He was resolved not to fall victim to yet another of these little runts' dirty tricks, as he put it. "Rahhh… you're irritating me! Okay, brats, playtime's over! It's about time I finished you off!" With that, he descended to the ground and settled himself on a boulder. "Watch carefully, because this is a one-time show. There won't be any encores if you miss this one… hmhmhm."

"Ooh, he's transforming again! What do you think he'll look like?" asked Goten.

"How should I know?" came Trunks's reply, "Just watch."

And just like before, it started with the emission of an burst of energy out of his body, but this time it took a form of some kind of dark, evil aura. Frieza let out a cry as his morphological structure began to alter, accompanied with strange sounds of crackling bones. The energy output was so intense it attracted Dende and the fully recovered Gohan and Vegeta; they came just in time to witness the denouement of Frieza's second transformation.

"Gohan! You're okay!" Goten sighed in relief. Trunks too slightly relaxed upon seeing his now healed father.

"Yeah, thanks to Dende…" replied the 'younger' brother, "But what's Frieza up to? This energy is… unreal…"

"You fool… he's transforming again! Look!" Vegeta pointed at the figure below them.

Sure enough, Frieza was starting to undergo some drastic changes. First, three huge spikes sprouted from his back and next second, the white carapace covering his shoulders shot out, forming some kind of shoulder pads. He had to hunch forward due to the strain, and to say his appearance was intimidating was not enough to accurately describe the crazy sight. The most grotesque part of all, however, was to come: with disturbing crunching sounds, his horns retracted and got replaced by spikes on either side. From Frieza's restrained screams it was obvious that he was in utter discomfort as the transformation slowly progressed, and with one final cry—much to Trunks and Goten's utter shock—his round skull became cylindrical and abruptly elongated backward in a very disturbing manner.

"YIKES!"

For the second time, Frieza had transformed. There was no mistaking that his power level easily more than doubled from that of his previous form. Not wanting to repeat their mistake and knowing full well Frieza might pull of all kinds of strange attacks in his equally strange form, Trunks and Goten kept their guard up and positioned themselves in front of Vegeta, Gohan, and Dende. The latter two, however, were seized by dread as the hunchback slowly flew up to greet them.

"Lookie, Trunks. He's a see-no-marf," whispered Goten.

"It's xenomorph, idiot," Trunks rolled his eyes.

"Whatever! Gee… I hope he only has one mouth."

"And I hope he doesn't bleed acid."

"Hmph! It's about time that freak transformed again," the flame-haired Saiyan scoffed. Having gained yet another zenkai boost from his near-death experience earlier, he was anxious to test his newfound power. "Whatever you brats call him, I'll show him what happens when one messes with a Saiyan!"

"Thank you for waiting," Frieza greeted. Despite being monstrous in appearance, he acted with regal composure just like in his first form, and this change in behaviour unnerved everyone present. "Now, I may not win any beauty contest, but that is beside the point. No one has ever seen me in this form, and no one shall live to tell about it."

"Enough of your talk! Show me what you can do!" Vegeta growled.

"Well then, I see someone is anxious to commence. In that case, shall we begin?"

Silence followed, keeping everyone on their toes. It looked like Frieza was having his own sweet time of using this period of calm to decide who his victim would be, further increasing the tension in the air.

Unfortunately, and unbeknownst to the warriors, Frieza was escalating the tension on purpose. He chuckled devilishly, gaining a strange look from Trunks and Goten. Their heightened anticipation proved to be their weak point; while their gaze was fixed at Frieza, who was standing in front of them, the xenomorph-lookalike suddenly Afterimaged behind all of them when they least expected it, bypassing every line of their solid defence with confounding speed. Before their eyes were even able to follow the action, Frieza delivered a swift roundhouse kick which sent his unlucky victim plummeting to the ground. Emotionlessly, he then proceeded to dispatch him by hurling an explosive sphere onto his body. Even if he survived the explosion, the impact with the ground due to falling from such a great height would kill him for sure. For all intents and purposes, much to everyone's horror, the kid Namekian had perished.

"DENDE! NOOOOO!"

"Heh heh heh… have I not told you? No one who finds out about this form lives," Frieza smirked sadistically, "No one. And all of you shall meet your end in this time and place!"

"You… monster!" Trunks growled. Having almost lost control of himself over the death of their healer, the thirteen-year-old charged without thinking at Frieza. Need for vengeance clouding his mind, he threw his punches and kicks, all of which failed to connect due to lack of judgment.

Goten, fully understanding that Trunks wouldn't have any chance if he didn't calm himself down, joined in the fray in an attempt to help his friend regain his composure although he himself was struggling to keep his mind at peace. Seeing their fruitless efforts, Goten was left with no option; he needed to go Super although it meant voiding the agreement he had made with Trunks on their way here. However, the tyrant managed to catch him off-guard before he could even prepare to transform, knocking him down onto the ground with an acrobatic reverse somersault. Trunks, too, got distracted by the attack; Frieza quickly seized the split second to swat him away with his bulky tail, sending him tumbling down the sky near Goten. It looked like Frieza had finally managed to make short work of the halflings.

"What is the matter? It seems exhaustion finally catches up with you," said Frieza. Not wasting any time, he prepared to punish the boys with a barrage of Finger Beams before they had the chance to recover. "Relay my greetings to your little green friend in the Other World and tell him I said hello!"

When he was about to execute Trunks and Goten, though, he had to dodge a surprise energy blast, forcing him to cancel his attack. "Who had the guts to do that?" he growled, "Can you not see I am having a serious matter at hand here?"

When he turned, he was surprised to see a very angry Gohan. In his obsidian eyes was present a hint of green. "You… hurt my brother… you killed my friend!" Gohan snarled, rage and malice brimming in his voice, "What else do you want, YOU ANIMAL?" It was evident that the little boy was trying his best to keep himself from exploding, but with that energy flowing out of his body it might only be a matter of time before he finally did.

"Brother? Well, well. Look who decides to show up. What can you possibly—"

"I HATE YOU, YOU MONSTER!"

Frieza never had the chance to finish; he was cut mid-sentence with a surprisingly powerful kick to the neck, enough to send him flying some ten good metres away. The hybrid kid quickly continued his onslaught with a rapid succession of punches to the gut followed with a heavy finish. The final blow made Frieza grunt in pain and double over, creating an opportunity for Gohan to proceed with the finishing touch.

"Someone like you…" he said as he ascended high up in the sky. Holding his palms above his head, he charged an enormous yellow sphere of energy and pushed it toward Frieza—he was still recovering from Gohan's blows—with all his might. "… deserves to DIE! MASENKO!"

Gohan's attack travelled at extremely high speed and hit Frieza head-on. The alien found himself hugging the surface of the enormous wave and was actually being pushed down toward the ground. The sheer force of the Masenko really caught him by surprise; how could this boy recover that easily after having almost been beaten into a pulp earlier? He was struggling to keep his mind straight as he focused his powers to fend off the wave, but the boy seemed to have powered up even more. Unbeknownst to Frieza, Gohan's eyes had changed colour into viridian and his hair had assumed a golden hue.

Gohan had ascended.

"I've had enough of you, Frieza! FULL POWER!"

Not so far away, two Saiyan hybrids were struggling to get back on their feet after some crazy pummelling. Aside from some scratches and cuts, they sustained no injuries whatsoever, thanks to Saiyan toughness.

"Ugh… man, what a blow…" the lilac head complained. He then turned his head to the sky to make sense of what was taking place and almost couldn't believe his own eyes upon seeing Gohan in his transformed state. "Huh? Goten, look… it's Gohan!"

"Yeowch… is he okay?" asked Goten. He too turned his head up and produced the same reaction as his friend did. "Oh my goodness, Trunks… Gohan… he's…"

"Yup, there's no mistaking it… but he still can't control it… so that's what I felt from him earlier…"

At this point Goten's eyes were glimmering with adoration. Instead of his father, it was his brother who had the privilege of being the first person to become Super Saiyan in thousands of years, and at the tender age of five? Now that was some incredible feat. "My brother's… a Super Saiyan! Gohan, you're so cool!"

They continued watching the energy skirmish between Gohan and Frieza. Vegeta, too, was watching; Gohan's ascension came as a total shocker to him. He was supposed to be the first one to attain that fabled transformation, but now here he was, presented by the fact that a mere child had robbed him of that opportunity. And to think that child was only half-Saiyan, and the son of a third-class warrior? To say it was a blow to his pride was an understatement of yet another understatement. 'That… that brat! Why? How could he do that?' he growled inwardly, 'What is it that he possesses that I don't? I, Vegeta, the Prince of Saiyans, have been surpassed by a weakling? How is this possible?'

As time passed, though, the strain of ascension caught up and Gohan was slowly losing to Frieza. After two minutes of struggle, Gohan's transformation was unexpectedly undone; he couldn't maintain his outflow of energy. Seeing this opportunity, Frieza mustered all the strength he had left and bounced the Masenko back to the helpless little Saiyan, and with no energy left Gohan could only hope for a miracle to survive…

"Begone, urchin!"

"Kamehameha!"

And a miracle did come.

A bluish white wave pushed the Masenko away from its intended trajectory. The combined wave travelled into the sky and finally exploded high above the ground, creating a brilliant display of fireworks. Gohan's life was saved by his brother's intervention.

"Phew… that was close…" Goten sighed and wiped his cold sweat off his forehead. He then flew up to the sky to Gohan's aid. He looked miserable and surely wouldn't mind some help now. "Are you okay, Gohan? Gosh, that's one heck of power you got there…"

"Goten… do I… slow you down?" the 'little' brother panted in exhaustion.

"Hey, whydcha say so? That was great, you know!" Goten ruffled his brother's hair, "Now just stay still, I'll give you some of my energy."

"… thanks, big brother…"

With that, Gohan smiled, let Goten cradle him, and relaxed himself to combat the exhaustion. Of course, he was still a five-year-old tyke, and the strain caused by his ascension—although only for a short period of time—must have caused him to expend almost all of his energy. Goten quickly flew back to where Trunks was and kindly asked his best friend to channel some of his energy to Gohan, which he gladly did. Both Trunks and Goten smiled at Gohan's incredible prowess, and they were proud of the little boy.

Frieza, also exhausted from Gohan's sudden and unexpectedly potent attack, settled himself once again on the ground. He began to assess the situation. 'Quite strange… that little one should not have such immense power. After recovering from near-death, it is as if he is a different person altogether…' Frieza thought. He was wondering who this little boy was and where he came from, and suddenly it just made sense: the zenkai. That explained everything; Frieza finally realised there was Saiyan blood coursing through Gohan's veins. 'But whose child is he? I am sure I have torched the whole barrel of monkeys except for Vegeta, Nappa, and Raditz twenty years ago. How did he survive?' He then turned his face to the full-blooded Saiyan hovering in the air. 'He looks nothing like either that misfit or Nappa… so is he Raditz's child? There is something there which reminds me of him…' he turned again, but this time to Goten who was tending to Gohan, '… just like that one. So it is true they are brothers.'

"Hey, Goten, I think he's looking at you," said Trunks.

"Gee, I don't wanna wake up in the middle of the night and see that face…" Goten replied as he felt a shiver running down his spine.

'It is about time they perished. Things must not end this way!' Frieza resolved. He then hollered for the warriors to hear, "Well, now, it seems you have succeeded in pushing me to my limits! I take it that the child's puny attack just now was your collective death wish. It is beyond me why you are in such a hurry to die, but that matters not. I shall grant your final request! Consider yourself honoured because nobody has ever seen my true form!"

"Now we're talking. Let's stop with the games and get this over with already!" shouted Trunks. There was only one more transformation to behold, and he was sure it would be nothing they couldn't handle.

"You sure are a loudmouth, but you shall tremble in fear as I torture you very slowly. Brace yourselves for the ride of a lifetime!" Frieza warned. He then propelled himself up to the sky so the others could behold his final transformation and see hell with their own eyes. "After seeing what I am capable of in this next form, the definition of word 'terror' in dictionaries shall not be adequate to represent what you are about to experience!"

Post-note: Happy Easter to those who celebrate! :)