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Sorry for the delay. Here's another case of I planned the chapter and then didn't have the drive to write it. Ugh, why block, when we're getting closer to end? XD Anyway, thank you to everyone who reviewed. Also, thank you guest reviewer Aztec Girl for your very enthusiastic review. Actually, I've been calling Frieza's race frost demon since I started writing my story Blackmail. I never heard that used before in the fandom, but apparently it's canon? And I never even knew XD Thought I came up with that, but alas it's definitely canon or at least fanon XD Anyway, thank you all for supporting the story ^_^

"So, let me get this straight," Piccolo grumbled irritably. "The guys I just wiped out are part of a space army." He pointed over to Nappa, Raditz, and Cui with his thumb. "These guys defected. Now the army is attacking. Shouldn't be too hard to deal with if I just killed the boss."

"You think Zarbon is the boss?" Cui asked in disbelief. "I may be weaker than him, but he's nowhere near Frieza's level, Namekian."

"Namek-what?" Piccolo attempted to repeat, Krillin and Yamcha staring at their alien comrades. The demon's eyes narrowed. "I don't know what you're getting at."

"Simple, 'Demon King,'" Nappa jeered humorously. Raditz snickered at his side. "We just happen to know your origins better than you. I'll give you a hint. You're not from Earth, or from hell for that matter."

Piccolo was puzzled and confused leading him to feel anger. He was about to power up when Raditz said, "Don't worry, green man. We'll tell you everything we know just as long as you help us take out Frieza's men."

The demon was torn. He did not want to help the humans at all, yet at the same time he wanted to know more about what these aliens were telling him. For now, he had to play along to get his answers. It wasn't like he had a problem with exterminating the invaders. Plus, it was the best training he could get to see if he was ready to face Son again. "Yeah, sure," he agreed. "Why not?" The Demon King smirked when he saw the hesitation of the humans. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

I've finally done it, Vegeta thought as he looked to his hands, trying to grasp the sense of his new power, but at what cost? His mind spat bitterly, and his fists clenched in rage. He had spent his entire life training for this moment, and now it all amounted to nothing in his mind. Even worse, the third-class beside him had attained the Super Saiyan legend along with him. Apparently, as this proved, anyone could unlock it.

He didn't notice Frieza watching him in terror, watching them both in terror. The tyrant couldn't believe the myths were true. Ages before the Arcosian was even born, his ancestor had warned the people of a Super Saiyan. After that, no one had heard of Saiyans…not until Planet Plant fell to the race of monkeys. Frieza had paid them a visit under the guise of making a deal, but really he had wanted to investigate the stories.

Instead of being met with his biggest threat, Frieza was met with a bunch of weaklings who couldn't even scratch the surface of his first form power. There was no Super Saiyan, though their ability to grow stronger with battle was also concerning. If the monkeys kept fighting, and if they decided to all turn against the tyrant, then it could have proven a problematic nuisance. Those Saiyan simians needed to go but, by his hubris, he kept some. He should have done away with the prince and friends long ago. But he didn't, and now two had achieved the transformation of his nightmares.

He needed to transform, and he needed to do it now.

Frieza had only one option, to cater to Vegeta's pride and lust for battle. He knew it was there, for he had crafted the prince since he was a child. The Arcosian grimaced before smirking at the Saiyans. Chuckling, he said, "Very well done, you two. You've managed to make things interesting."

"Cut the bullshit, Frieza," Vegeta hissed. "You're terrified. I can see it in your eyes, feel you trembling. It's over for you."

"Now, now, Vegeta," Frieza cooed. "Yes, we both know you could best me in the state I am now. I won't be a challenge."

Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "What are you playing at, Frieza?" What does he want?

Frieza's smirk never disappeared. "Allow me, Vegeta, to transform so that I can face you at my best." A yellow brow rose in interest at his request. "I know you'd relish the challenge. Just give me a moment, and I will show you my true power. You won't regret it."

The prince was torn. His instincts as a Saiyan were screaming at him to stand and do nothing as Frieza transformed, but his rage and desire to annihilate the Arcosian bastard, the one who killed…no, he couldn't think about her now. He couldn't help it, and his energy skyrocketed in rage. He wanted to defeat Frieza in his top form to prove to the creature that he had lost, but at the same time he just wanted to wipe him out. How could he make this choice when he couldn't agree with either side of his mind?

He waited a moment too long, and the decision was taken away from him when his Saiyan comrade powered up and yelled out. Goku launched into battle, pummeling Frieza before he could do anything, even defend. He didn't care about any transformations. The woman he saw as a sister was dead. Nothing else mattered except eliminating the heartless monster that hurt her.

The Arcosian tyrant could hardly keep up, and he mentally cursed his luck. Frieza could feel the power behind the Saiyan's blows. This couldn't be possible, and yet it was. The blasted monkey was overwhelming him. He shouldn't have let his guard down. He couldn't believe this was happening, that he let it happen. Victory had been so close at hand, and now there was nothing. There was only one way to correct his mistakes.

Next in New World

Smoke surrounded him and filled his nostrils. The air around him made it so hard to breathe. Sirens sounded as the police and fire department came to investigate the scene.

Gohan looked beside him and gasped seeing Bulma lying motionless. His heart beat so quickly in his panic. Was…was the woman…? He shook his head vigorously to rid himself of that awful thought. Instead, he managed to keep his wits about him so that he could go to check on his aunt. A breath of relief escaped him. Bulma was alive. Now, he just needed to wake her, and they needed to get out of there.