The barren plains of New Planet Vegeta shuddered under Broly's wrath, dust swirling as his golden hair ignited, muscles swelling into a monstrous frame. Broly: 7 billion (Legendary Super Saiyan). His eyes gleamed white, a feral beast unchained, each step a thunderous quake that split the earth. "Frieza, your blood begins the sacrifice!" he roared, voice a guttural snarl that drowned the wind. Paragus, flanked by his cosmic soldiers, smirked from a safe distance. "Enjoy your final moments, Frieza!" he taunted, retreating further—Broly's rage spared no one, not even kin.
Frieza hovered, silvered fifth-form gleaming—Frieza: 5 billion (enhanced)—his year of icy training now a fragile shield. Ginyu, loyal shadow at his side, paled as Broly's aura pressed down. "King, he's beyond your Super Saiyan clone from Namek!" His voice cracked, fear seeping through his usual bravado.
Frieza's tail lashed, pride stinging. "I misjudged this 'legend,' Commander," he admitted, voice low and grave. A year of honing his frozen demon blood, and still this Saiyan dwarfed him? Unacceptable. "Let's test his hide!" He surged forward, a blur of silver, slamming a kick into Broly's neck with bone-shattering force. Boom! The impact reverberated, a shockwave flattening nearby scrub—yet Broly stood, unscathed, grinning wider.
Ginyu's jaw dropped. "He—he took it like nothing!" Frieza's masked face hid his shock, but his pulse hammered. Too strong. He vaulted upward, narrowly dodging Broly's massive hands clawing for his leg. Capture meant a crushed end—no room for error.
"Blood for the sacrifice!" Broly bellowed, aura flaring hotter, muscles rippling as he charged. Frieza's eyes narrowed—fear swallowed by fury. "Die, beast!" Still airborne, he unleashed twin death beams, their crimson light slicing downward with planet-rending power. They struck Broly's skull, a blinding flash—yet the Saiyan roared louder, unshaken, the metal ring on his neck snapping under his swelling might. Defense unbroken.
Paragus's laugh echoed from his perch. "You're done, Frieza—done!" Ginyu's mind raced, survival instincts screaming. "King, he's too much!" he shouted, voice raw with desperation.
Frieza snarled, pride fraying. "Multiple Death Beams!" A storm of beams erupted from his hands, pummeling Broly's hulking form with relentless fury. Dust and smoke billowed, obscuring the battlefield—until Broly strode through, skin unmarred, laughing through the barrage. "What are you?" Frieza's voice trembled, dread coiling in his gut. Immortal?
"Devil," Broly growled, green energy swirling in his palms. Frieza's breath hitched—the power dwarfed his own, a tidal wave building. Broly's cackle shook the heavens as he hurled a qigong bomb skyward, its emerald glow a promise of annihilation. "No!" Frieza veered aside, the blast searing past, its wake scorching the air. Relief flickered—then shattered.
Broly vanished, a blur too fast to track, reappearing behind Frieza. A titanic foot crashed into his spine. Crack! Blood sprayed from Frieza's mouth, swallowed behind his splintering mask as he plummeted, smashing into the dirt beside Ginyu. The impact gouged a smoking crater, the Emperor's silver form crumpled amidst the rubble.
"King Frieza's beaten!" a soldier cried, panic rippling through the elite guard. Faces blanched, resolve faltering—yet Ginyu stood firm, loyalty unyielding. "Likum!" he barked into his detector, voice steady despite the chaos. "Tell Gudu—Dragon Balls, now! Summon Shenron to New Vegeta—save us!" After Cooler's fall, Frieza had claimed both Namek's and Renkai's sets, hoarding them in arrogance. Polunga had revived the Ginyu Force; now, Shenron was their last hope.
Likum's pineapple-head silhouette crackled back. "Order's through, Captain! But—why me? Gudu's got the balls!" Ginyu flinched, blunder laid bare. "Tactics," he snapped, masking the slip with a growl. "You wouldn't grasp it."
"Scatter—flee if you can!" Ginyu roared to the troops. "You're dead weight here!" The elites—combat power 2,000-plus—bolted, Paragus's forces swarming to hunt them down. Ginyu sped to Frieza's pit, smoke parting as the King staggered up, armor fractured, blood dripping. "Run, my lord!" Ginyu pleaded, firing qigong blasts at Broly—pinpricks against a titan—to draw his eye.
Frieza hesitated, pride battling survival. Broly's bellow—"No escape!"—tipped the scale. He lurched away, pain lancing through his broken frame. Ginyu wheeled, planting himself in Broly's path, arms wide. "Exchange!" he shouted, body-swap sparking—a final, futile stand. Broly's fist met him mid-cry, a green qigong bomb erupting. Ginyu vanished in a blaze, ashes drifting where loyalty once stood.
Broly's white eyes locked on Frieza's fleeing form, rage unquenched, the chase far from over.
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