Dragon Ball: I Am Broly

"Aaaargh!"

Frieza's face contorted from the impact, his expression twisted in fury as he was violently flung backward, spinning several times in the air.

"Guaaah!"

He finally crashed into the wall of the arena, leaving a massive, body-shaped crater. His figure was embedded in the wall as dust rose, obscuring him entirely.

Only then did everything fall silent.

That single punch had not only shattered Frieza's pride but also the composure of Sorbet, who watched the scene pale-faced. Desperately, he screamed at the top of his lungs:

"Lord Frieza! Master! Are you alright?!"

In contrast, Cheelai and Lemo couldn't hide their excitement.

"Are you ready to use your full power now?"

In the center of the arena, Broly didn't rush to follow up after tossing Frieza like a ragdoll. He remained still, serene, staring at the void left by his adversary, speaking calmly.

From within the dust and debris, something began to move.

"Ho, ho, ho… you're truly worthy of being my dear Broly…"

Frieza slowly emerged from the hole in the wall.

With a slight flick of his tail, he dispersed the dust in the air. His gaze locked onto Broly, teetering between admiration and restrained rage.

But one thing was clear—his pride was wounded.

Does Broly not even have the decency to show me respect?

His face still burned from the punch. If he didn't retaliate and restore his dignity, this wouldn't end well.

"In that case… I won't hold back anymore."

A dangerous smile formed on his lips as he clenched his fists tightly.

"I'll show you the true power of the great King Frieza!"

Without further warning, he closed his eyes and let out a deep roar as violet energy began to surge from his body like a raging torrent.

"AAAAAAHHH!!!"

The explosion of his Ki caused small rocks around him to float and tremble. The violet aura surrounding him grew in intensity, unleashing shockwaves that made the ground quake and formed a crater beneath his feet.

The pressure was suffocating.

Sorbet, Cheelai, and Lemo watched the scene with wide eyes, completely overwhelmed by the aura that radiated even beyond the protective barriers of the arena.

It was a force that seemed to crush everything in its path.

Only Broly remained unaffected.

His face showed no hint of concern. This wasn't enough to impress him.

Within seconds, the pillar of light began to dissipate, revealing Frieza's figure.

His appearance had changed completely.

Gone was his earlier form. In its place, his body gleamed with an immaculate white, adorned with violet details on his head, shoulders, knees, and elbows, like radiant diamonds. The violet aura still danced around him.

With a satisfied smile, Frieza broke the silence.

"This is my true form, Broly."

"Mm."

Broly understood perfectly what stood before him.

Frieza's so-called "fourth transformation" wasn't just another evolution; it was his true form.

The first three forms Frieza displayed were, in reality, artificial states he created himself.

Why?

Because the power within his body was so overwhelming that he couldn't fully control it. For that reason, he chose to suppress it by degrading his form.

But there was an important distinction—this was not the same form he had used against Goku and the others on Namek during Dragon Ball Z.

At that time, Frieza had never trained. He relied solely on his innate power, blindly confident that it made him invincible.

The Frieza now standing before Broly was entirely different.

After training for the first time in his life, he had achieved complete mastery over the energy he once wielded recklessly or in limited percentages.

Not only had he integrated all his power, but he had also elevated it to a level beyond anyone's imagination.

Moreover, in that process, he had learned to achieve his golden form—a transformation that further amplified his abilities.

Although this golden form still had drawbacks, such as excessive energy consumption, it was a testament to the growth he had undergone.

But for now, Frieza didn't need to resort to his golden form. He was determined to prove that his true form, his "fourth transformation," was enough to face Broly.

"So then… dear Broly… let's begin!"

Without giving Broly time to react, Frieza vanished in an instant.

Before Broly could process what was happening, Frieza was already in front of him, throwing a direct punch.

All Broly could perceive was a flash, barely managing to raise his arms in defense.

"Aaaargh!"

Frieza's punch dragged Broly across the ground, leaving two deep trenches stretching over ten meters.

However, Broly didn't seem intimidated.

He quickly regained his footing, observing the marks on the ground with a hint of admiration in his expression.

"Impressive!"

Far from feeling frustrated, he was exhilarated. His eyes gleamed with eagerness for more.

"Come on, Frieza!"

"That's what I was hoping for!"

In response, Frieza laughed in satisfaction.

He stomped the ground with force, leaving a crater beneath his feet before launching himself at Broly with astounding speed.

The two clashed in the center of the arena. Their legs collided first, and within seconds, they were exchanging blows with a ferocity that shook the arena around them.

Each impact resonated like thunder, one after another.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

The three spectators in the stands couldn't keep up with the pace of the fight. Frieza and Broly's figures were a blur, completely invisible to their eyes.

They could only perceive the shockwaves that shook the battlefield, resonating like explosions and vibrating through the space around them.

From one side to the other, up and down, the impacts never ceased. Every strike was an eruption that made the ground tremble and filled the air with an overwhelming energy.

Cheelai, though unable to see clearly, kept her eyes fixed on the shockwaves.

Her breathing was heavy, and her heart raced as she tried to comprehend how the battlefield was able to withstand such intensity.

Unable to contain herself, she turned to Sorbet and asked anxiously, "Mr. Sorbet, how is it possible… that this place can withstand the blows of Lord Frieza and Broly?"

Lemo, who was beside her, also turned to Sorbet, equally intrigued.

He knew very well what Broly was capable of.

This was a man who, with a simple Ki blast, could nearly destroy an entire planet. If Frieza was fighting on equal footing with Broly, it meant his power wasn't far behind.

The battlefield wasn't particularly large. How could something so small withstand the magnitude of their attacks?

Sorbet, with a disdainful smile, crossed his arms and calmly replied:

"Do you really think Lord Frieza and we didn't consider that before building this place?"

"This battlefield is made of a special material. Every twenty cubic centimeters have a mass equivalent to that of a planet."

He gestured toward the crater-riddled terrain. "Think about how many planets Lord Broly and Lord Frieza have already destroyed during this fight. And yet, the battlefield still stands."

Cheelai and Lemo were completely stunned.

Their eyes widened as they observed the craters covering the battlefield. Both swallowed hard.

It was difficult to process the magnitude of what they were witnessing.

"Aaaargh!"

Suddenly, a roar broke the moment. In front of them, the figures of Frieza and Broly became visible for an instant—just enough to catch the action.

Frieza had landed a direct punch to Broly's cheek, sending him flying like a bullet.

Boom!

Broly crashed violently against the wall of the battlefield, leaving a massive hole in his trajectory. His body was embedded in the wall.

Cheelai instinctively took a small step back, bringing a hand to her mouth. Her eyes were fixed on the spot where Broly had impacted.

Lemo frowned, his body tense as he watched.

Meanwhile, Frieza hovered in the air with a look of satisfaction.

"Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho~"

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