Chapter 32
Piccolo mopped the floor with Freeza's third form, or so an onlooker would think, the tyrant was merely playing at first but as soon as a slither of control slipped from him his juvenile treatment of the combat discontinued as the Earth born Namek proved to be laborious to end
"I suggest you go about your business Namekian. As of yet, I haven't decided to kill you, but I'm real close. Now go before its too late. Please, it would ease my conscience knowing that I spared one of you."
Freeza jeered, gesturing all around him proving a point
The Namekian felt mixed emotions, his race was persecuted but it didn't invoke as much anger as it should, yes he was a Namekian, but he hasn't prospered any attachments to this planet nor his people but the idea of belonging to a place felt warm, it irritated him that life opened a door only to mockingly shut it closed at the chance of him experiencing pleasant things towards a group, his kin, people that won't shoo him away
Piccolo frowned at the sentimentality of it, the boy's mushy crap was rubbing of him again
The ruler was getting impatient, the purple gi'd individual showed no signs of surrendering as they kept their roughhousing
Freeza attacked, letting more of his untapped power slip, Piccolo was sent crashing down a huge rock formation
"Alright, who am I to deny the death wish of the last survivor"
The tyrant transformed to his final, sleek, form
The Namekian took off his weighted clothing