AN: Yes, finally I am updating this story. I was busy writing another story on fictionpress that is called Hell's Revenge. So the final match of life and death draws near. Weather it's in this chapter or not. Time to get it going.
"Damn. This one is quite difficult to beat," a battered Frieza wiped blood off his mouth. SS2 was panting. With every breath that he took he got closer to dying. "I can't take much more of this. I have to finish this up now. Besides this is probably his last transformation," SS2 smiled. Frieza began to power up and went from a small, not very muscular, shrimp to a a shy bit smaller, far more muscular, and powerful form. SS2 gaped and moaned, "Me and my stupid thoughts."
SS3 could feel vomit rising after looking at the hideous thing that was Zarbon standing in front of him. Zarbon faded away slowly. A split second later SS3 heard a roar from behind him. "ELEGANT BLASTER!" SS3 barley dodged it. Though, his right arm began to bleed from skin being shredded off. He turned and sent a barrage of blasts at Zarbon only to see Zarbon had vanished again. SS3 panicked for a moment then told himself to keep his wits about him. A large explosion was heard from the direction SS3 had shot in. Zarbon appeared behind SS3 once again, but SS3 was ready. He slammed his elbow behind him and could feel crushed armor. He turned and punched Zarbon's face. When Zarbon was falling he shot fifty ki blasts at SS3. SS3 swiped away ten, dodged fifteen, but the remanding twenty-five made a massive explosion passing off as an early Fourth of July celebration. Suddenly Zarbon popped up behind SS3 and kneed the back of his head. SS3 fell a few centimeters until seeing Zarbon's fist, delivering a blow to his face. Before SS3 had even fallen Zarbon had generated enough ki in his mouth to make a huge blast. SS3 now injured greatly began to finally fall to the ground. SS3 made a loud thud cracking the ground he fell upon. Zarbon made his way to SS3. "Well I will have to admit this much; you gave me quite a run for my money. In the end, I suppose, the best species won," Zarbon smiled. Zarbon lifted up his foot to SS3's head. Then, Zarbon was strongly pulled from his cape and fell, embarrassingly, on his back. "What the hell," Zarbon croaked angrily. SS1 had awoken, though, without any energy. "You can do nothing to me," Zarbon said as if it made a difference. Zarbon then felt a strange feeling that was a feeling of being tickled and slapped on the face. He looked at his knees since that is where the strange sensation came from. He tried to get up, but it was futile. "What did you do," Zarbon asked in a panicked and confused tone. "Oh, my friend super sayian three there immobilized the movement in your body," SS1 said triumphantly. SS1 then got hold of Zarbon's cape and smiled. "What, what are you doing," Zarbon asked pitifully. "I'm focusing my ki into my finger and making it 178 degrees Fahrenheit," SS1 said then asked himself why he had said it. Finally it was complete and SS1 put his finger on Zarbon's cape. It burst into flames. The fire got closer to Zarbon every second. SS3 and SS1 crawled away trying to ignore the horrible screams Zarbon made. SS1 said, "Serves him right. That guy's probably killed more guys than I've laid. Trust me that's one hell of a lot of people."
SS2 was getting beat down. Frieza had toyed with him four twenty minutes. "This bores me. To think killing someone could actually get boring," Frieza frowned. All of the super sayians were near to death. What could they possibly do?
AN: Oh to think I was about to put how they finished off Frieza in this chapter. Well you guys don't care right. Of course you don't. So now to give you all a super spoiler about midevil. It's a Lord of the rings Fanfic. Remember, REVIEWS! Oh, and Jason send the journal.