Frieza mounted a purple orb on his shoulders that grew with each passing second. In just a few minutes, he expanded the ginormous sphere into the size of a large stadium.
Cold stood just meters away from his son, studying the orb with an unsmiling expression. "Channel your energy towards its potency."
Frieza's colossal ball of energy had grown to the point where it was beginning to crush him. His feet were sinking in to the terrain despite being desperately planted, while his dilated veins became exceedingly visible. It was only a matter of time before he was compressed to death by the overwhelming force of the ginormous sphere.
"Damn it all!" The tyrant flung the majestic source of energy upwards. He panted with exhaustion and fell to one knee. "Even a force of that caliber will fall short of doing that monkey in." He drove his fist into the ground.
Cold sauntered towards his son with a stiff look of disappointment. "Your Death Ball has mass but lacks potency. Large orbs like that will strain your body at the absence of raw power." He exhaled a deep breath of air while uttering a guttural sound. "They're ideal for leveling planets, but in the face of a mighty warrior, they're merely beach balls."
Frieza got back on his feet. His shoulders hunched forward, as his anger-ridden eyes evaded his father.
"Condense your power into a concentrated source." Cold chopped his left palm with his right hand and repeated the motion several times in the midst of his words. "An attack smaller in size but deadlier upon contact."
Frieza pursed his lips and faced the ground below him.
"Your impulsive desires are hindering your abilities." Cold shook his head and sighed. "A calm mind will grant you accessibility to your latent power."
"Hmph!" Frieza thrashed his tail against the dirt repetitively, his shoulder turned against his father.
"By learning to manipulate your energy, your body will adapt, and your power will multiply effortlessly." Cold crinkled his eyes. His dimples adorned a half-smile that appeared not just confident but encouraging as well. "This is truly a luxury that only our clan possesses."
"Very few can harness the power that I wield." Frieza made a fist and shook it in the air. "So it's quite expected for it to run its course and manifest itself as an untamed beast!"
Despite knowing full well that his father was right, he was in no mood for constructive criticism. "Now then, let's give this a whirl." He encapsulated himself in a purple aura, lifted both hands into the air, and began creating another Death Ball. After growing it to about the size of an elephant, he stopped short, and glanced upwards, as though he were checking its progress.
Cold eyed his son's creation. "Now keep it stabilized and channel your strength to the core. Feel it out and condense your power. Envision that ecstatic moment when you exact your revenge." His purple lips quirked up and flashed a mouthful of teeth as his brow dropped and creased. The unruffled face of a supportive father instantly twisted into that of a bloodthirsty killer.
Deeming his father's advice as words of value, Frieza attempted to release the tension from all areas of his body. He loosened his grip on the Death Ball by relaxing his arms a tad bit before unclenching his teeth and adopting a calm and controlled breathing pattern. "I see what you're saying father. This is beginning to remind me of the very first time I acquired the ability to devolve into those weaker bodies of mine."
"Similar concept." Cold nodded. "Only this time, you're enhancing your strength." He chuckled softly under his breath. "And we both know that such endeavors fall in line perfectly with your forte."
"Hitting new milestones is merely a secondary perk." Frieza narrowed his eyes and pinched his lips together. "Vengeance is the end all objective." A vindictive expression flickered on his face.
At this point, the tyrant had a firm grasp on what was necessitated to draw his power out to greater limits while circumventing the side effects that often accompanied elevated magnitudes of strength.
After a few more seconds of channeling his power into the orb's core, he threw it up into the air, and immediately sprung after it. With his right hand stretched out, he blitzed right through the massive ball of energy and sliced it in half. Without wasting even a second, he kicked each half, one after the other, causing them both to explode.
He subsequently descended to the ground and launched a sizzling ball of fire into the air and again took chase after it. This time he cupped both hands together and slammed the meteor-looking sphere back down towards the terrain.
Cold widened his eyes, taking in a sharp breath of air. "Frieza no! You'll destroy the damn place!"
"Always overreacting." Frieza rolled his eyes a second before vanishing and reappearing in the precise location the attack was headed. As it drew closer, he braced himself and cocked his fist back ready to strike. "Damn monkey!" He swung his fist at the flaming ball of energy, causing a massive explosion.
Despite the inferno-like explosion encompassing several hundred meters, the tyrannical duo remained unharmed.
Frieza admired the smoke that emanated from his stunt with a boastful look of gratification. "Expediting that ape's demise is an idea that I'm beginning to entertain."
"You're progressing remarkably yes," Cold said. "But let's not take any chances. After all the trouble you've gone through, why settle for less."
"Hmph, I suppose." Frieza shrugged his shoulders. "I guess an effortless victory would feel far more rewarding."