Dragon Ball Rykon (The 2nd Brother of Son Goku!)

The air trembled with tension, electric and raw, as Piccolo's fist connected with Frieza's gut. The alien's cold laugh turned to a cough, a spray of spit marking the brutal blow. But the battle was far from over. Blows came fast, faster than anyone but Rykon could track—their forms a blur of motion. Ki blasts exploded around them like fireworks, a deadly dance of light and shadow tearing through the battlefield for what felt like an eternity.

There's something… different about this one, Frieza muttered, eyes narrowing. Still, it's nothing to concern myself with. Not a worthy opponent.

But Krillin's shock was unmistakable. "No way… he's actually keeping up!"

Vegeta's cold smirk twisted into something fierce. "Better than that."

Gohan's breath caught in his throat. "Mr. Piccolo… I knew you could do it!"

Rykon's mind raced. Piccolo wasn't this strong on Earth—no mere training could have pushed him this far so fast. There has to be something else... but what?

Suddenly, Frieza surged forward, delivering a brutal elbow that sent Piccolo staggering. Before the Namekian could react, he slammed him down hard against the ground.

A low, chilling chuckle escaped Frieza's lips. "I must apologize for underestimating you. But you're still leagues beneath me. Allow me to show you the true extent of my power."

The air thickened with anticipation as Piccolo discarded his weighted clothing with a defiant glare. "Fine. I'll do the same."

Frieza's smile was cruel, eyes gleaming with dark promise. "Did you really think this was all I had? You're a fool."

Rykon exchanged a glance with Vegeta, whose face tightened in grim certainty. He's not bluffing.

Krillin swallowed hard, unease settling in. "Oh man…"

Piccolo's eyes narrowed, voice barely a whisper. "Transformation?"

Frieza's voice deepened, heavy with menace. "Yes. You simpleton, unaware of the true horror you face. I've evolved beyond your comprehension. Each form pushes my power higher. And this? It's only my third. Two more await."

The world seemed to still, the weight of Frieza's words crashing down like a tidal wave.

Gohan's voice trembled, "Two more forms…?"

Vegeta's jaw clenched. "No… this can't be…"

Then the glow began.

Frieza's body shone with a fierce light, the energy swelling, crackling. He was transforming again.

Vegeta's eyes blazed, voice fierce. "He's not just glowing… he's changing."

Rykon's heart pounded in his chest. Of course.

Gohan's face hardened with determination. "I have to help Piccolo… I can't let him die here."

Without hesitation, Gohan shot off toward the fray. Rykon followed closely behind, unwilling to let the fight go unanswered.

Krillin tried to follow, but Vegeta blocked him, eyes sharp. "No. You're wasting your strength. I need you to beat me nearly to death now."

Krillin's protests were weak, his worry etched deep.

Meanwhile, in the thick of battle, the dust began to settle. Frieza's transformation was complete.

His voice echoed like thunder. "Apologies for the wait. Shall we begin round two?"

Piccolo's glare was fiery. "You monster."

Gohan nodded fiercely, their resolve unwavering. They charged forward, but no matter their blows, Frieza recovered with unnerving ease.

Rykon hovered nearby, power thrumming through his veins thanks to the recent Zenkai boost. I could end this now… But Piccolo wants this fight. I'll respect that.

Gohan shouted, unleashing a Masenko blast, only for Frieza to casually dismiss it with a flick of his hand before headbutting the young warrior.

"Gohan!" Piccolo screamed, launching himself at Frieza, but the alien's speed was beyond comprehension. Every attack was a miss.

Rykon's stomach clenched. This isn't going well.

Frieza smirked, mocking. "Since you can't hit me, let's play a game. Dodge as many of these as you can!"

Suddenly, death beams rained down on Piccolo, searing flesh and scorching armor. His agonized scream pierced the chaos.

"Enough!" Rykon's voice rang out as he blasted forward, landing a crushing kick that sent Frieza sprawling.

Piccolo panted, barely steady. Vegeta's voice cut through the air, dripping with bitter pride. "Did you see that? Even after being healed, Frieza's power in this form is monstrous. We Saiyans only grow stronger under pressure!"

Krillin's face was grave as Vegeta revealed his desperate plan. "I can't boost myself… But you can beat me nearly to death! I'll heal instantly with Namekian magic."

Krillin hesitated but nodded. "Fine. If it's the only way."

Vegeta sneered at Goku's name, dismissive and full of disdain.

Frieza's cold laugh echoed through the air. "I could end you all with minimal effort now. But Rykon doesn't realize the futility of resistance."

Suddenly, cracks appeared on Frieza's gleaming body, as if his very form were fracturing.

"No! Not again!" Gohan screamed.

Krillin gritted his teeth, charging a beam into Vegeta's chest.

Rykon and the others turned in shock as Vegeta collapsed, his face twisted in pain but eyes burning with grim resolve.

"Gohan! Get out of here!" Rykon urged urgently. "Frieza's nearly finished transforming!"

The world spun for Vegeta as Dende refused him healing.

"No… I can't," the green healer said, voice trembling. "You killed my people…"

Vegeta's fury exploded, but Dende was gone, leaving him to writhe in pain.

Rykon, Gohan, and Krillin arrived, carrying a battered Piccolo as Dende hurried to heal the others.

Krillin explained the desperate strategy—attacking Vegeta to push him to his limits so the Namekian could heal and boost him beyond all expectations.

A sudden explosion shook the battlefield—Frieza's final transformation was complete.

"Stay alert!" Rykon commanded. "He might be stronger than me now!"

Dende sped off to aid Vegeta, while the Saiyans steeled themselves.

Vegeta's eyes snapped open, a fiery blaze igniting within. "Finally… witness the power of a Super Saiyan!"

Across the battlefield, the smoke cleared.

Frieza stood before them—compact, almost small, but every inch radiating lethal intent.

"Can't judge a book by its cover," Piccolo muttered, a wry smile cracking his serious demeanor.

A sudden beam streaked past, striking Dende. Gohan's scream echoed, "Dende!"

Frieza's cold voice was like ice. "That little healer is a threat. I can't allow it."

He appeared before them in an instant, eyes gleaming with malice. "I promised you despair. Prepare yourself."

Rykon's fists clenched. "This time, maybe you'll finally make me sweat."

Frieza's grin widened. "Replace 'sweat' with 'bone,' and you're closer to the truth."

Vegeta snapped, furious. "Rykon, step back! Let me handle this!"

"No," Rykon said firmly. "You're too weak. Wait for me to wear him down."

Vegeta's roar shook the air. "Don't doubt me! I'm stronger now—stronger than you! Watch and learn!"

The battle erupted.

Vegeta's fists were a blur, but Frieza moved with impossible speed, dodging every strike with a mocking smirk.

"I'm a Super Saiyan!" Vegeta insisted through gritted teeth.

Frieza laughed darkly. "You're delusional."

Vegeta unleashed a massive ki blast, which Frieza casually avoided. Frustration boiled over, and he scattered a storm of energy blasts in all directions.

Explosions rocked the landscape, and suddenly Frieza materialized right before them, grinning wickedly.

Gohan and Krillin gasped as Piccolo grabbed them, swiftly pulling them away.

"Follow me!" Piccolo ordered.

They landed on a distant island, hearts pounding, eyes fixed on the distant chaos.

"What just happened?" Rykon? she asked breathlessly.

"That was Vegeta," Piccolo said grimly. "It's only a matter of time before Frieza finishes him off."

Vegeta soared high into the sky, fury burning brighter than ever.

"Feel my Super Saiyan wrath!" he shouted, charging a colossal Galick Gun.

The blast tore through the sky—but Frieza effortlessly jumped aside, kicking Vegeta into the void.

Frieza's cold, smooth voice twisted with a French accent, cruel and taunting. "One final piece of resistance…"

Vegeta hung in the sky, broken and bleeding, tears slipping down his cheeks. If even Vegeta cried, the fight was darker than anyone dared admit.

Frieza's approach was merciless—headbutting Vegeta into the water and isolating him by pushing the ocean away with telekinetic force.

Grabbing Vegeta by the hair, Frieza mocked, "Disappointing, Prince."

Punch after punch landed, blood splattering onto Frieza's face—and he licked it off with a sadistic grin.

"If you want to save him," Frieza taunted, "feel free to try."

Gohan's voice trembled, "Uncle Rykon, shouldn't you help?"

Rykon's gaze was cold but calm. "I warned him. This is his lesson. I'll step in if it gets truly dire."

Piccolo and Krillin watched, tense and helpless.

Far away, Goku's senses flared—Vegeta was losing to a dark, overwhelming power.

Why isn't Rykon helping? he wondered. There must be a reason.

A beep sounded inside the healing machine. He realized with a grin—he was healed.

Breaking free, he shed his mask and chuckled nervously, noting his nakedness before grabbing a spare gi left behind.

Time to end this, he thought, power surging through him like a storm.

Blasting a hole through the ship's hull, Goku shot off toward the battle.

I'm coming. Brace yourselves.

The battle's climax had begun. The final form of terror was unleashed—and the universe held its breath.

POWER STONE!!!? 

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