Before ya'll say anything, I know this came out pretty fast after the last chapter. I'm surprised myself. I've only updated a story once within two days and that was because the two chapters were short. But when you start writing, everything just flows out like a surprise fart; it's sudden and it catches anyone's attention.

By the way, I finally came up with the name of the third and last installment of this trilogy, and I'll give it to ya so you know what to look for when this is all done. Blue Angels is what I'm thinking.

So anyways, enjoy.

A sinister purple aura surrounded the evil tyrant, a steady sound emanating from his mouth. Nothing of consequence had occurred since the lizard had started his transformation, and Trunks wasn't worried by it.

That lack of worry he would soon come to regret.

Suddenly, Frieza's body bulked up, increasing in mass; his armor shattering as he grew. While the saiyan could say he was pretty short, except for Guldo, when compared to everyone he had fought on the planet so far, this new body was now taller than anyone, including Sixteen.

Grunting began to come from the tyrant as more changes occurred. His legs became longer, as well as his arms, his overall height taller. For a moment, his head was the smallest thing about him until it too bulked up.

Then the most telling sign of the new body occurred. The horns on Frieza's head began to shift, pointing to the sky like a bull's. As soon as that was done, a flood of power sprung from the alien.

That wasn't a good sign.

Soon, the whole show ended as Frieza stood to his full height; looking down on his three opponents with a grin. "So how do you like my new body?" he asked, his voice much deeper.

Putting up a brave face, Trunks shot back "So what? All you've done is taken some steroids and ate your veggies. It'll take a lot more than that to beat us."

Frieza chuckled. "That's what you think."

All the while, Sixteen had stealthily snuck around the new Frieza. As soon as he had gotten completely behind him, the android launched an attack, throwing his fist.

However, his punch didn't connect. At the last second, the alien bent his head to a side, the fist flying over his shoulder. Without hesitation, the tyrant raised his arm and jerked it backwards, slamming his elbow into Sixteen's torso, cracking his armor.

Stumbling backwards, the former Earth official clutched the cracked area, completely surprised. Unfortunately, his luck didn't change as Frieza began to glow with purple energy.

"So long," the alien spoke lowly.

Eyes widening, Tien shouted out a warning as fast as he could. "Sixteen, lookout!"

However, his warning came too late. With a small grin, Frieza unleashed the gathered energy; an explosion expanding all around him as it covered the island.

As the explosion died, both Trunks and Tien surveyed the area from high in the air. Both had managed to take off into the air before the blast had caught them, but neither could say the same for their taller counterpart, who was nowhere in sight.

Unfortunately, Frieza was still around, hovering above the wave of the sea right where he had been when he blew the island up. "I told you I would be much more powerful," the alien gloated to the saiyan and human floating in air.

Trunks growled. He'd show this two bit alien whose boss and then send him back to his daddy in a wheelchair. Yeah, that what he'd do and with that thought charged at the tyrant.

Using a burst of speed, the saiyan disappeared, reappearing right next to his opponent, and launched a barrage of punches. From Tien's point of view, it looked as if Frieza was taking the brunt of Trunks's attack as he circled the alien, landing blow after blow on him.

And despite it all, Frieza didn't even look fazed. If anything, he looked bored. There was something wrong with the whole scene, that much Tien knew.

And the alien didn't disappoint. As soon as Trunks arrived in front of him, still punching, Frieza spun himself around, his tail slamming right into the saiyan, and sending him flying away.

Fortunately, the saiyan was stopped in midflight as Tien appeared in his flight path, catching him as he wrapped his arms around the saiyan's shoulders.

"Trunks, you okay?" the bald human asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm alright," the young man replied, trying to act tough. "The hit wasn't that strong."

"I could say the same about all of your punches," the bodyguard observed.

"Don't kid yourself. None of them landed."

"What?!" Tien exclaimed. "But all of your hits landed! I saw them!"

Trunks scowled. "I guess that's what it looked like, but I never even touched him. Every time my fist came near, he'd move. That bastard was toying with me the entire time."

"You're kidding!"

"I wish."

"I hate to interrupt your tender moment there," Frieza interrupted, "but I've had quite enough of you two babbling to yourselves." Raising his arm, gathering his ki all the while; the tyrant smirked. "But I'm a generous person so here's a present…from me to you."

A ki blast was then fired at the two warriors; Tien flaring his ki up and flying him and Trunks out of the beams path in response. However, another beam was coming right at them as soon as the first one had flown by. Soon, the two fighters found themselves racing against ki blasts, each one threatening to blow them from the sky.

"Hey Tien, when the next blast passes by, I want you to let me go, alright?" Trunks said, keeping his eye on their opponent.

"I'm guessing you have some sort of plan, right?"

"I think so. Only one way to find out."

A beam flew behind them then, nearly melting the soles of their boots. "I hope your plan works then," Tien muttered. "Cause one wrong move and you're a cooked turkey."

"Thanks for your confidence," Trunks retorted.

Carrying on his current course, Tien held onto his saiyan package until Frieza's next blast came flying at them. As it missed them again, the bodyguard released his hold on the saiyan, who in turned disappeared from sight using his speed.

Appearing a short distance behind the tyrant, Trunks prepped himself for his counterattack. Thrusting both hands out, the saiyan began moving his arms rapidly in an intricate pattern. Soon, both hands were facing out again, fingers spread and palms out; the thumbs and index fingers touching. "Burning Attack!"

A bright yellow ball of ki then fired from his hands, flying straight at the tyrant as he turned to look at the sudden shout behind him.

A loud explosion erupted, sending a dark cloud of smoke everywhere. Trunks kept an eye on the cloud, waiting for his opponent to come at him with a vengeance. He wasn't too disappointed when he felt the tyrant's power level pop up; the fact that it was coming below him though, was an entirely different matter.

Exploding from the waters beneath the saiyan, Frieza rushed head first at his opponent, aiming to pierce the boy with his horns. Fortunately for Trunks, he managed to get his arms up, grabbing a horn in each hand, and stopping himself from being skewered.

However, due to the force the alien was using, the two flew high into the air. Holding on to dear life, Trunks could smugly see a nice burn mark from his attack on the tyrant's back. That satisfied feeling disappeared when Frieza altered their course, flying the two of them towards a small island, hoping to use the ground as a wall to force the saiyan onto his horns.

Landing on the ground, Trunks held his legs stiff, still maintaining his grip on his opponent's horns. The saiyan put all of his focus on this one act, ignoring the fact that the two were still moving, dirt piling around the warrior's feet as he continued to dig in.

However, Trunks could feel his strength waning. Already, his straining muscles were reaching their limit and it was only a matter of time until he lost his grip and become a saiyan-kabob.

Fortunately, salvation came to the lucky saiyan in the form of a pile driving Tien, his elbow ramming itself into the burned spot on Frieza's back, causing the alien to winch from a jolt of pain.

Catching that expression, Trunks took advantage of it by leaning backwards, allowing the tyrant's built up momentum to carry him over the saiyan. Releasing his grip on the horns, Trunks then swung his leg up, aiming to kick the tyrant in the head, instead landing the blow in his gut instead. Regardless, Frieza went flying in the air, away from the two fighters.

Unfortunately, Frieza recovered himself in the air, maneuvering himself in midair until he landed on his feet on the ground. A frown adorned the alien's face, showing his displeasure at the last engagement. "It's been quite some time since I had an annoyance like yourselves," he stated. "But it will have the same ending as the last time; with both of you six feet under in pieces."

At that, Tien and Trunks fell into stances again. "I hope you have an idea," the saiyan said, "cause I'm fresh out."

"Funny," the triclops replied, "cause I don't have any either."

"Well, I guess we'll just have to improvise then."

However, their "plan" was shot when a hand suddenly broke through the ground at Frieza's feet, grabbing onto the alien's ankle and tugging it underground; throwing Frieza's balance off.

Then, a fist burst from the earth in front of him, nailing the alien in the chin, Frieza's head jerking backwards from the force.

The odd thing about the fist though was the lack of body behind it, just a forearm; at least that's what Trunks and Tien saw. But there was only one person they knew who could do that.

As the fist flipped around in the air after it had uppercut its target, Sixteen broke through the ground, dirt mounds sitting atop of various places of his body. As the android reached the jump's peak, he spun around in the air and landed a kick to Frieza's chest, sending the tyrant flying away until he landed on the ground and skidded for a couple feet.

Landing on his feet, the giant android then reached into the air, catching his flipping forearm, and reattached it, keeping his sights on the alien tyrant as he got back on his feet.

"You people," the tyrant spat, "you're just like cockroaches. Just when you think you got one squashed, another one crawls out from the wall. It's a good thing I was an exterminator in a past life; otherwise I wouldn't have the patience to deal with you all."

"Insults are meaningless if you can't back them up Frieza," Sixteen stated, a steeled look about his face.

"Is that right? Well then allow me to back them up!"

Thrusting his hands out sideways, the bottom of the palms touching as the fingers curled out cupped. A red ball of energy formed and was promptly fired, destroying everything in front of it as it raced towards its three intended targets.

Reacting, all three leapt into the air, watching as the blast flew under them and off towards the horizon, causing a huge explosion in the distance.

As the light from the ball of flames died down, Frieza made his next move, charging at Tien; his horns set on doing what it failed to do on Trunks. Seeing this, the three eyed bodyguard gathered his ki and shouted "Dodon Ray!" and firing the beam at the charging tyrant.

However, all the beam did was land on the alien's head and nothing more, not even causing him to flinch; surprising Tien. When Frieza balled up a fist and threw it, all the human could do was cross his arms in front of himself and block the punch; a wave of pain shooting through them as the blow landed.

Swearing that the bones were cracked, Tien moved them away and was horrified to find Frieza floating in front of him with a single finger pointed at his chest; the fingertip glowing purple.

"So long cockroach."

Jerking himself, Tien tried to move out of the way as the beam fired from the finger, but unfortunately took the attack in his side; a hole tearing straight through him.

As blood began to seep out, staining his white shirt, the bodyguard began to fall from the sky when Frieza grabbed the collar of his shirt, holding him in air with a smirk on his face. "Well, well, you managed to dodge my Death Beam somewhat, but not quite enough. No matter, I'll be sure to finish the job now."

Raising his other arm and balling the hand into a fist, the tyrant readied himself to finish off the helpless human in his grasp.

"Hey Frieza!"

Frowning, the tyrant turned around, not recognizing the voice that came from behind him. As his head turned, he was surprised to see a glowing ball of blue energy hovering right in front of his face.

And then it was fired.

The blast from the small explosion threw Frieza's balance off, making him lose his grip on Tien and letting the human drop to the ground far below. It didn't take long for the human to land on the ground, bouncing once after the impact.

With wide eyes, Trunks just stared at the new arrival. "Goten? What in the world are you doing here?"

The saiyan in question turned his head around and smirked, slowly floating towards his comrade. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm gonna take this oversized lizard down for ya."

Startled by that declaration, Trunks sputtered "But how? You were still in bad shape after that Racoome guy beat the crap out of ya. There's no way you should be completely recovered from that."

Goten's smirk widen. "I guess you forgot about the Senzu bean."

"Senzu? But I thought you said you used yours on Earth."

At that the young saiyan began to scratch the back of his head. "Well about that. Yeah I did use one on Earth. I just found another one was all."

At this Trunks became skeptical. "Another one? There shouldn't be any left. What are you hiding? If you say you have a senzu tree hidden somewhere, I'm gonna beat you worse than Racoome did."

"Yeah, about that. I found it on Gohan when we left Earth. Since there was no way we could get it into his system to heal him, I just hung onto it in case we ever needed it. I'm glad I did," Goten explained.

"Gohan still had his?" Trunks asked out loud. "Well, he won't mind if we used it so I guess it's okay. But enough of this, we got a fight to finish."

As the exchange between saiyans occurred, Sixteen had been quietly analyzing the new development. "Trunks, I'm going to look at Tien. You think you can handle Frieza between you and Goten?"

"Yeah, you do that," Trunks answered. "We'll deal with the big, bad alien."

Nodding, the android floated away, heading towards his fallen comrade. When Trunks turned to look back at Goten, he saw the saiyan had already charged into battle, he and Frieza going at it in spectacular fashion; fighting of which he had never seen before.

Both fighters were throwing punches and kicks at each other, blocking the other's blows, and counterattacking. Each movement was going so fast, it appeared that both fighters were mere blurs; that is until their attacks landed on the other, sending shockwaves from the devastating hit. When the two had started this exchange, Trunks didn't know, and silently wondered how he could not have noticed it from the start.

The most surprising thing though, was how Goten seemed to be able to keep up with this guy. While Trunks, Tien, and Sixteen had struggled with him, his childhood friend seemed to be on this guy's level. What ever power increase he had gotten from his recovery hopefully would put this space alien down for the count.

Soon, both parties drifted apart; Goten smirking with barely a mark on him while Frieza panted heavily, beaten and bloodied; a complete contrast to the fighting previous. "Don't tell me this is all you've got," the saiyan mocked, much to Frieza's chagrin. "I've heard so much about you and this is the best you've got? Say it ain't so."

"Watch your mouth monkey!" Frieza spat. "I'll show you just what I'm capable of!"

Charging, the tyrant began throwing punches which Goten simple moved out of the way of, causing more frustration for the lizard. "Stay still!" he cried out.

Answering his opponent's cry, Goten caught the next punch Frieza threw, along with the one after that. Swinging his body upwards, the saiyan then slammed both of his feet into the tyrant's face, pushing his opponent's head back as he pulled his arms towards him. "You said to stay still, right?" the saiyan mocked. "Well here I am. What 'cha gonna do about it?"

Something akin to a growl came from the alien's lips and then promptly followed by his tail swinging over his head to hit Goten. Reacting quickly, the saiyan warrior bent his knees, removing his feet from the tyrant's face, and spread his legs, closing them just in time to catch the tail as his legs wrapped around it.

Growling again, Frieza shouted "Let go monkey!"

In response, Goten smirked. "Make me."

Hatred filled the alien's eyes. Looking around, he eyed the ground and came up with a plan. "So be it."

Taking off, the space tyrant went flying towards the ground, fully intent on ramming the monkey into the ground. Once again, however, that "monkey" got the better of him. As they neared the ground, Goten released his hold on the tyrant's hands, grabbing his tail instead. Using his strength, he pulled on the appendage until Frieza lost completely control of their flight; completely at the mercy of his saiyan opponent.

Yelling, Goten then swung the alien, slamming him right into the soil that was meant for him. Releasing his hold, the fighter floated away, touching down several yards away with his arms crossed in front of him.

"How….dare you…" Frieza sputtered as he slowly pushed himself from his impact zone. "How dare you do this to me. I'm the strongest fighter in the universe and you're nothing but a monkey. Just a fleabag that should rightfully fear me."

"Fear you?" the young saiyan questioned. "Fear you? I'm anything but afraid of you. There's only one thing I fear and you ain't it. Better luck in the next life."

Getting on his feet, Frieza could feel his frustration and hatred building up. Once again he had been embarrassed by a lesser fighter, one boasting that he didn't fear him at all. That was unacceptable. He would make this lowly dog cry for mercy when he was done with him.

"The only one that'll be having another life is you," the tyrant threatened. "I'll prove it to you in my next transformation."

Goten began laughing out loud. "You can have a million transformation but they'll all fail you in the end. Just face it; you've been outclassed by 'a fleabag'."

"Just you wait! You haven't outclassed me! Not by a long shot!" Frieza screamed.

"Then go ahead, transform. Prove to me that you're more than a bag of hot air," the saiyan shot back. "Do it before I get bored and send you as a gift to Yenma."

Frieza's eyes widened. Was this guy seriously gonna let him transform again? The vast difference in power between his previous form and current one was very noticeable; so noticeable that no one in their right mind would give him a second shot.

Well, he should probably take advantage of this one and only chance.

"Fine then, don't say I didn't warn you."

Clenching his fists as well as gritting his teeth, Frieza put all of his focus on his new form; willing it to drastically change him.

It didn't take too long as white light began pouring from his body. Grunting and groaning, his body began its changes once more.

First thing to occur was his body shrinking, becoming somewhat stooped. His head began to stretch backwards, squeezing his face down and pulling it back so that a miniature snout appeared. As his head began to look elongated, two sets of spikes began growing out of the sides of his skull; along with a couple on his back and elbows.

Soon, the light disappeared, the second form of Frieza standing there for all to see.