Goku turned his eyes away from Gohan's medical pod inside the spaceship to acknowledge two Ki signatures behind him. Since he had more experience with the skill, he picked the signatures up far sooner than Vegeta and therefore turned to meet the two curious passers-by. Vegeta who had just been seething with his eyes closed and making pouty faces the entire time returned to activity when Goku appeared from the room with the medical pods while on his way to the door.

"Those two Ki signatures. They might be just more Frieza Army soldiers. Let me take care of them, Kakarot. I'm in the mood for killing some small-fry," Vegeta stepped out and on Goku's way.

Because Vegeta had stepped in front of Goku, Tenshinhan was the first to open the ship's door. Piccolo and Gine stood right behind them. Seeing both of them together, sealing the fact that they were golden to take off and leave Frieza alone on an empty Planet Vegeta made Chiaotzu cackle in joy. The other surviving Saiyans that made the ship incredibly crowded for a trip home seemed baffled.

"You risked fighting Frieza for a low-ranking meat plant worker?" one wondered after the other. Vegeta turned to them with a severe look, which seemed to put the outspoken Saiyans back in their place. Right now the Saiyan prince might have been the sole Saiyan elite survivor, as only the measly and the cowardly had eluded the attempt at mass extermination of the Frieza Army.

"Hmm…?" Goku leaned to the right and then walked around Vegeta, seeing his mother for the first time as she meekly took brief ganders at the inside of the Earthling spaceship from behind her Namekian protector. The eyes of the two met and passed at first, but then Gine ran out from behind Piccolo, surprising the Super Namekian with her newly found courage.

"Kakarot!" she yelled out, putting her dukes up as if demanding an acknowledging response.

"Do I know you?" Goku scratched the back of his head, letting out a fit of goofy laughter which he found to defuse situations where he'd have normally made a massive fool out of himself usually.

"Imbecile, she's your mother!" Piccolo roared out with a sweaty forehead. "Make yourself comfortable, you're the golden egg we came all this way to get after all," he said after turning to Gine.

"What is the meaning of this?" Vegeta clenched his fist, approaching Piccolo. "I can sense your massive Ki still clashing with Frieza! Is this another one of your Namekian tricks?"

"It's Super Namekian to you," Piccolo became grimmer when turning to look down at Vegeta before stretching his neck and turning behind him in the direction where the skies were turning bloody and the entire planet seemed to reverberate from. "I've cloned myself to bring Gine back here safely. There's no use for the technique right now, but the clone has to merge back to the original to undo it. It robbed me of a little of my stamina, but it's not like it will matter in the grand scheme of things. Frieza's power is far more incredible than I could have ever imagined. It's unbelievable."

"Really?" Goku leaned from the hugs and smothers of his mother, who seemed to want to make up for all the missing time at once. "He's that amazing? Hey, Vegeta, maybe we should go get a look? Just a tiny look…?"

"Absolutely not!" Gine grabbed hold of Goku's head by smacking his cheeks in between both of her palms as she dragged his forehead down and pressed it to hers. "That monster already robbed me of my husband. He won't take any more lives from us. Now, Bardock mentioned something about my grandson…"

"Oh, that's right, you haven't met Gohan yet, huh?" Goku chuckled, leading the way alongside his mother while still getting vague glances behind him in the direction where on the entire other side of the planet an opponent unlike any other just waited to be challenged.

"I was quite excited to get a chance to challenge Frieza but sensing his immeasurable power now… We'd have only gotten ourselves killed," Tenshinhan grit his teeth, turning to the pair of massive sources of energy that appeared to be enveloping the entire planet in their wild collision.

"Can you sense when the original Piccolo is coming back? He doesn't seem to move from the battlefield at all…" Chiaotzu wondered, addressing the clone.

"I am the original, twerp. Either can sustain life without the other. It's just that I possess a tiny fraction of the other's power. We're both Piccolo, we're both original and we're both clones," Piccolo pointed out, correcting the little one's mistake and leaving him scratching his red cheek in confusion as the little ghoul wasn't too good with concepts like that.

"Humph, it seems that the other is having some trouble," Vegeta smirked. "You know, it's not like I care whether you live or die, Super Namekian, but I'd be willing to take the job of killing Frieza over from you when you're all tuckered out. Nobody takes off with this spaceship until Piccolo returns," the Saiyan prince looked around, directing his order to the entire spaceship while granting the title of Super Namekian as much mockery as he could when he mentioned it.

"So… That's Gohan… My grandson…" Gine pressed her hands on to the medical pod and dragged them down, looking frightened at the well-being of this new beloved relative she just met. This new, fragile soul she needed to protect that probably was far stronger than her.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine. He doesn't have much left until he fully recovers," Goku patted his mother on the back with an excited face. "Then we can go back to Earth, I'll introduce you to Chi-Chi and the old-timer and everyone. You and dad can live on Earth free from this Frieza guy. And if he ever shows his face, I'll just send him flying."

"Kakarot…" Gine turned to her son with a caring face. "You've grown to become such an odd man. You've got a warrior's soul like your father, but none of his crudeness. I'm so glad that you turned out this way!" the woman burst into tears, diving into the broad chest of her son. This sudden burst of tears confused Goku, who kept trying to nudge or lift his mother away from him, albeit gently.

"Hey, wait… You're not… Crying, are you? Does it hurt? Where? You'll have to wait until Gohan's done healing before your turn so just tough it out for now, okay?" Goku tried finding out the reason his mother was crying and solve it, but the petite woman just stepped back and wiped her tears, chuckling.

"I'm not hurting, Kakarot, I'm… Happy, actually. The happiest I've ever been. If only your father made it here…" she turned away in a moment of gloom after seeming so overjoyed.

"Huh? Dad's gone on and died, huh?" Goku scratched his head, "Well, we'll just have to bring him back first thing when we get home. Gohan can help us collect the Dragon Balls, it'll be his first time, I think!"

"D… Dragon Balls?" Gine muttered before gasping and covering her mouth as her son's exterior switched like after flipping a switch. Goku clenched his fists by his sides and his hair began stiffening and standing up like that of a cat. He turned for the exit to the medical room and walked out with a slow strut.

"That Frieza, thinking he can hurt and kill whoever he wants to, guys like that make me really mad!" Goku growled out but then he blew some air out and turned back to his mother, never fully dropping the serious look on his face. "But I guess we have to get you and Gohan back home safe first."

"Son, we've got a problem here," Piccolo called Goku back to the main room and Goku followed the call, walking out into the best lit room on the entire spaceship surrounded by stranded Saiyan survivors who seemed baffled by the entire thing but just went along with it because this was their only way of surviving this genocide.

"What's up?" Goku asked after leaving. Gine peeked out from the medical pod room, too. This was now her family, she was responsible for watching over them and she had to be strong for them. Also, their business now concerned her too, after all.

"We can't leave anymore. Frieza's power is too insane, he'll beat us right out of the sky. I've seen a few of his Ki beams whizzing past, he's capable of attacking from an incredibly long-range too. Far longer than even your Kamehameha. He knows the direction of the spaceship too, the moment he realizes we're leaving–he'll blast us right out of the sky," Piccolo explained.

"I see, then there's no more use for us to be sitting back here. It's time we go and tell this Frieza guy what's what to his face," Goku punched his open palm and began stretching out, tightening his belt and pulling up his boots.

"Finally manned up, I see, Kakarot?" Vegeta grumbled in dismissal. "What about you?" he turned to Chayote, who just calmly sulked in the corner. "Have your panties dried out yet?"

"I won't rush to Lord Frieza looking for a fight," Chayote opened her eyes, skipping more than a few stages of cool and beaming an intense, conflicting glare back at Vegeta. "If he attacks these Saiyans or the Earthlings, I'll fight with all of my strength to protect them."

"Well, I'm off to knock that Frieza guy flat," Goku opened the spaceship door again, turning to Chayote. "If you've decided to protect me too, may as well tag along 'cause that'll be really hard to do from all the way here."

"Asshole," Chayote stood up and blew a cool breath of air before stepping up to Goku's right as Vegeta, Goku, and Chayote all left the spaceship and turned their attention to the raging battlefield far away on the very outskirts of the established Saiyan civilization.

"Wait, we might not be as strong as you guys, but we all settled on fighting Frieza too. It's our destiny as martial artists to seek out powerful opponents," Tenshinhan and Chiaotzu walked out from the spaceship too, making Goku's face light up with a bright smile. "We should wait for Yamcha and Krillin too, they're just a few minutes short from a full recovery."

"Why bother? They'll just serve as cannon-fodder… Challenging powerful opponents, don't joke around with me, it will be like leaning to look into a barrel of a gun for you guys…" Vegeta spat over his left shoulder and grumbled, annoyed that he'll have to wait even if for just a few minutes to tackle Frieza. More and more he lingered, more this idea seemed to utterly repulse him. Goku exclaimed in shock when Vegeta lit up with a bright aura and blasted off over the horizon all by himself.

"Wait, Vegeta!" he yelled out.

"You can pick at Frieza's bones once I'm done with him!" Vegeta mocked his inferior from a position ahead of him.

"What's the matter? Ran out of juice, can't power up anymore?" Frieza mocked Piccolo as the two defused after yet another myriad of brutal clashes. The Super Namekian dragged his fist across his face, wiping the blood off of his lip and feeling the burn kicking in every muscle of his body. It didn't feel at all like his Namekian cells were engaged in any sort of recovery progress. They felt dead and static from where Piccolo stood, and it was the first time he felt this way.

If he powers up again, if he cranks the King Kai's Fist up even higher, he'll be burning out far worse than this. No wonder King Kai advised his pupils to not turn up the King Kai's Fist higher than x2 and only up to twice per battle. Still, he was in desperate need of more power. If he saves up the drastic race of numbers for the ultimate form of this space tyrant, he may as well get creative now and try dusting off some old tricks.

Piccolo clenched his fists and bent his arms to the sides. Frieza's glare widened as he couldn't recognize this posture or pin it to any other technique. Piccolo's power-up started as just a gale of turbulent winds, carrying dust, smolders, and showering pebbles. It became a pulse of solid shock waves, blasting and shoving at Frieza like thrusts of an open palm, forcing the tyrant to clutch to his hips and do his best to stay in control over his position.

"Don't start pleading forgiveness to me, Frieza, I was once the last hope of the entire Demon Race…" Piccolo hissed as veins started popping out on his forehead and the blood circulation intensified all throughout his body, driving blood so intensely, that it seemed visible when viewed from outside of his body. Piccolo's muscles bulked up and his fangs sharpened.

"What's that? You've got another technique? Surely it can't be anything noteworthy or you'd have used it earlier," Frieza chuckled to himself, licking his lips as he lashed with his tail, intrigued by how similar Piccolo's incredible new technique seemed to his own transformations.

Violet and electric lightning enveloped Piccolo, shooting off in all directions with stray bolts as the Super Namekian smirked with a cruel grin, splitting his entire face into two parts as he showed his sharp teeth and much more malevolent features. Piccolo's eyes became bloodshot and his beady irises appeared to blank out inside the drastically widened whites. A single pulse of energy drove a pump of blood through Piccolo's left arm, expanding it many times, but it actually stayed that way after the circle of energy completed. Piccolo burst upward in a rapid spurt of sped-up growth as his feet could now reach the ruined floor from all the way up in the air.

"This is the nightmare of your own making, Frieza," Piccolo taunted his opponent, having grown more than tenfold. "I'd have fled back to Earth if you didn't butt in and push me to fight you at full power just now. That's why I won't be sorry to trample the life out of you. The Grim Reaper will seem like a welcoming host compared to me, you bastard!"

"Oh… Indeed, you appear to have grown a great deal, not unlike my second form. But, of course, it is just a pale imitation of my esteemed transformations," Frieza mocked Piccolo with laughter. He was right, and Piccolo knew it. He hadn't drawn out nearly as much power as he had hoped with his gigantification. Just a regular Giant Form won't do.

"Oh, but you seem to think that this is the full extent of my transformation, just for that last bit of mockery, I'll punish you by utterly overwhelming you and crushing you like a bug you address my kind as," Piccolo growled as he clenched his arms together and enveloped his gigantic body in electricity once more, going through the entire process of powering-up and pushing his body to its very limit once more. He had used too much power fighting every transformation under Frieza's employ, he had stretched his own stamina too thin.

"Time to get what's yours, Frieza!" Piccolo roared, driving his massive fist down in a meteoric pound from up above the gloomy clouds as in his Super Giant Form he had become as massive as he could. While he hadn't gained nearly as much power as he had hoped in his drastic expansion, Piccolo had kept all of his speed which caught Frieza unaware as the Super Namekian's fist crushed the space emperor underneath the rubble and sent him drilling through the soil of Planet Vegeta.

With a double-hand hammering slam, Piccolo smashed the ground underneath him before leaping up and stomping Frieza. Not feeling like giving his opponent any quarters, Piccolo opened his mouth and obliterated all in his sight with a showering mouth blast that he turned around him to decimate as much landscape and deal as much damage to Frieza as he could if the tyrant got speedy with him again.

The moment Piccolo ceased his rampage, Frieza emerged from behind him with a cracked forehead and trickling, cherry-colored blood dripping across the ridges guarding his eyes. Displeased the space emperor charged right at Piccolo's upper body, overwhelming it with a swift blur of punches and kicks before blinking up above and vaulting overhead while driving his foot into the center of Piccolo's forehead. The Super Giant Namekian stumbled with an expression twisted by pain, feeling strength leaving his body with each minute pound that the tiny tyrant inflicted upon him. With his Super Giant Form, he couldn't quite play the same evasive game he could in his normal size, although he maintained his speed.

Piccolo gargled up blood and groaned in pain, stumbling and ravaging the ground underneath his feet as he struggled against Frieza's efforts. In a momentary lapse of judgment, the Super Namekian flared up with crimson Ki and allowed his eyes to white out while his Super Giant Form bulked up further. Igniting with the King Kai Fist glow while the Super Namekian extended his palm and grabbed hold of his wrist.

"King Kai's Fist X5, Super Explosive Demon Wave!" Piccolo roared out, unleashing a bright, devastating flash from his extended hand that swallowed the space emperor up whole and appeared to overwhelm him at first. It was when he realized that his attack wasn't moving that Piccolo regained his consciousness, but it was too late by then. A shiny, pink disc slashed him into two pieces, cutting right through his Super Explosive Demon Wave just like it did through Piccolo.

"Humph… Trash has an uncanny ability to make more of itself," Frieza huffed, having pulled out this slicing Ki disc technique he hadn't showed yet at the last possible moment before having to deal with Piccolo's full power attack.

Splashes of his own purple blood lagged Piccolo in his fall from the skies. Split by his waist, the Namekian could no longer maintain his Super Giant Form size, it was for the better anyway. It was much easier to regenerate himself when he was back to normal size, anyway. And yet… No matter how hard he pushed for his lower half to burst out from his waist, he couldn't quite pull it off. It was the King Kai Fist; it had strained his body too much, and now he couldn't regenerate just right. When Piccolo's lower half emerged, it came with a surprising crack, expelling an alarming splash of blood and lagging way behind Piccolo's command.

This was his warning, if he used King Kai's Fist any more, he might not be able to regenerate anymore. Still, he needed to fight his hardest, even if victory with Frieza's last form still on the horizon seemed so incredibly unlikely, as if behind an insurmountable mountain.