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"AHHH!! Be gone from this world completely!!" Frieza roared, pouring every ounce of his power into his attack.
His eyes widened, locked on the crumbling remains of the undead generator before him.
Under his relentless assault, the machine finally failed to withstand the overwhelming energy, its structure collapsing and shattering.
The metallic shell twisted and warped, letting out shrill, ear-piercing screeches.
With one final surge of power, the undead machine completely disintegrated, bursting apart into countless fragments and dust that scattered through the air.
Panting heavily, Frieza looked upon the sight before him and allowed a satisfied grin to spread across his face.
A massive shockwave erupted across Planet M2; the explosion's sound wave swept through the world like a tsunami, submerging cities in its wake. Buildings crumbled, fires blazed, thick smoke billowed skyward, and the entire planet M2 descended into chaos.
Hovering in the air above the ruins, Frieza looked down and sighed, "Heh, looks like this planet won't fetch a good price anymore."
With the destruction of the undead generator, all the Undead Coolers fighting against the two Brolys instantly vanished into thin air, dissipating like mist.
Trunks, having withdrawn his Ten Thousand Nations Shocking Palm, flew swiftly toward Frieza.
His expression was curious and puzzled as he asked, "Selling planets, is that some kind of hobby of yours? I've always wondered… where does all the money from selling them even go?"
This question had bothered Trunks for a long time. With Frieza's sheer strength, making money should have been effortless. Yet the so-called Emperor of the Universe ran a "galactic real estate company," flipping planets for profit, something that Trunks found utterly baffling.
Hearing the question, Frieza gave a faintly mocking smile and replied lightly, "Ho ho ho… you wouldn't understand."
"As the Emperor of the Universe, one must demonstrate majesty and dominance through actions that inspire fear. Buying and selling planets is one such method, a way to make every other race tremble before my power."
Frieza's voice grew deeper and heavier as he spoke, carrying an invisible aura of oppression. "Only by doing so can I ensure no one dares challenge my authority. Besides… " a smirk curled across his face, "it's not just about wealth. It's about the thrill of control… the pleasure of holding the universe in my grasp."
Trunks was left speechless by the explanation.
The fierce battle had drained too much of Frieza's power, forcing him to drop his Golden Form and revert to his normal state.
Meanwhile, Super Broly, whose battle had just ended, suddenly found himself without a target.
Still trapped in his berserk state, he could no longer control his actions.
Soon, his blazing eyes turned toward his younger brother, Z Broly.
The moment Z Broly sensed his brother's gaze, the deep-rooted hatred within him reignited.
After all, Super Broly wasn't someone he could simply forgive.
That image of the green-haired monster had brought him nothing but humiliation.
Even though Super Broly had saved his life just moments ago, he was now nothing more than a mindless beast, stripped of the reason and restraint he'd once had.
To Z Broly, the being before him wasn't a savior, but the same demon who had once beaten him senseless.
Whatever faint bond they had just formed shattered in an instant.
Without hesitation, Z Broly clenched his fists and stood tall, unflinching before Super Broly's overwhelming presence.
Super Broly's aura surged violently, his eyes burning with fury as if he wanted to destroy everything in sight.
Z Broly stared back solemnly, knowing this clash would shake the heavens.
But just as the two were about to collide, Super Broly's body suddenly froze.
His fist, already mid-swing toward Z Broly, stopped dead in the air, unable to move even an inch further.
His eyes grew unfocused and dazed, as though his mind had gone blank.
"Hm?" Frieza, watching from afar, frowned in confusion.
Moments later, Super Broly's body began to tremble. Gradually, the light of reason returned to his eyes.
"I… I can't attack him…" Super Broly murmured under his breath.
At last, a flicker of clarity had returned to his mind.
But Z Broly wasn't about to stop, his punch didn't hold back.
With a thunderous boom, Super Broly was sent flying across the battlefield in an instant.
By a twist of fate, the place where Super Broly was sent flying happened to be exactly where Frieza was.
At this point, Frieza was completely drained, in front of Super Broly, he was as helpless as a powerless little shrimp.
The battered Super Broly crashed to the ground right before Frieza.
Instantly, the memory of that day, the terrifying rampage, flashed through Frieza's mind.
"D-Damn… bastard…" Frieza gritted his teeth, trying to transform back into his Golden Form, but his power refused to respond.
Super Broly's eyes gleamed with savage fury as he slowly pushed himself up from the ground.
As the berserker drew nearer step by step, Frieza's jaw tightened so hard it almost cracked his molars.
A wave of helplessness washed over Frieza's body…
…but at that critical moment, Trunks appeared in front of him, blocking Broly's advance.
"Broly! Snap out of it!" he bellowed, his voice carrying a shockwave of spiritual power that slammed into Super Broly.
Slowly, as Trunks's words echoed through him, Super Broly began to calm down. His transformation faded, and his form gradually returned to normal.
Frieza let out a long, weary sigh of relief.
But on the other side, Z Broly's expression turned gleeful.
He certainly wouldn't let such an opportunity slip by, nothing thrilled him more than the chance to pound his older brother into the dirt.
Whoosh!
In an instant, Trunks transformed into his Super Saiyan 4: Boundary Breakthrough form.
"Hey… calm down," Trunks warned sharply. "After all, your brother just saved your life a moment ago."
Z Broly froze in place, scowling at Super Broly before letting out a cold snort. Then, with visible reluctance, he turned around and left.
Planet Cold… The Frieza Clan Homeworld.
Inside a frozen laboratory, a peculiar alien crept in quietly, moving as if not to draw attention.
This alien was none other than the one who had been tapped on the neck by the fake Tagoma that day.
At that moment, Baby had already planted a seed within his body.
When Frieza pierced through Tagoma's corpse, Baby had quietly switched hosts.
In other words, this alien was now Baby's new vessel.
Now, he was making his way deeper into the laboratory.
Baby's face was twisted with a dark, malicious grin. During the short time since possession, he had already absorbed all the memories of his new host, the reason he knew exactly where to go.
Step by step, he greeted the staff he passed, casually patting each of them on the shoulder.
Each one he touched, all weak, defenseless researchers, instantly fell under his control, their minds enslaved to Baby's will.
By reading their memories, Baby quickly found what he was looking for.
Deep within the laboratory…
…beneath a massive sheet of ice, something was hidden.
After a bit of work, Baby uncovered a spherical object, dragging it up from the frozen depths.
The sphere resembled a pulsating cocoon of flesh, and inside it…
…was none other than Frieza's son… Aiza.
(End Of This Chapter)
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