The moment Frieza displayed his overwhelming strength, Baby Aize's mood instantly plunged from passion and excitement to despair.
The difference between them was painfully obvious; it was vast and insurmountable as a celestial trench.
He had already lowered his head in dejection, and deep inside, he had been completely conquered by Frieza's world-shaking power.
Meanwhile, the people watching from below all wore puzzled expressions on their faces, especially Krillin.
They had only seen Frieza casually place his palm on Baby Aize's hand. Yet this seemingly insignificant action caused Baby Aize to freeze as if he had been hit by a paralysis spell. He was unable to move even the slightest bit.
"What kind of technique did Frieza use on that guy?" Krillin muttered suspiciously to himself.
Just moments ago, Baby Aize had been gritting his teeth, swearing with absolute certainty that he wouldn't stop until he killed Frieza.
Now, however, he had been subdued so easily, completely powerless to fight back.
'What kind of hidden mystery could be behind this?'
Baby Aize looked like an eggplant struck by frost at that moment, his whole body drooping, having completely lost the dominance and vitality he had just shown.
"I don't know..." Yamcha, who was standing beside him, was equally confused and unable to understand this shocking scene.
Suddenly, the previously silent Tien Shinhan widened the third eye on his forehead as if he had sensed something unusual that ordinary people couldn't perceive.
"Could it be...?" Tien's mouth fell open in shock.
"Yes, something has changed about Frieza."
Meanwhile, Piccolo, who had finally recovered after treatment, slowly walked behind the group. His strength had greatly increased, making him the one closest to Frieza's terrifying power.
As the saying goes, amateurs watch the spectacle, while experts see the method.
Piccolo stared intently at Frieza with a grave expression on his face.
He muttered under his breath, "Frieza...this guy is just too strong. I can't imagine what he's been through these past few months."
His thoughts drifted back to several months prior. Piccolo clearly remembered how Frieza had been utterly overwhelmed when facing Super Broly.
Even after using his Golden Form, Frieza had been beaten so badly that he couldn't fight back.
Yet now, Frieza's Golden Form could easily defeat a powerful enemy like Baby Aize. Piccolo's eyes never left Frieza.
Suddenly, he shook his head and said repeatedly: "No, something's wrong! There must be a problem here!"
After that exclamation, Piccolo felt as if a sudden flash of light had struck his mind. Immediately, a clear and shocking image appeared before him.
It was an unimaginably massive power hidden deep within Frieza's body.
"What... what in the world is this?!" Piccolo shouted, his eyes wide with astonishment, his voice trembling with extreme shock.
At the same time, it was as if his body had been struck by an invisible force, forcing him to stagger backward several steps.
In that brief instant, Piccolo felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.
The sheer vastness and depth of this power were like an endless universe of stars, inspiring awe and fear.
Piccolo couldn't help but have a terrifying thought: 'This power might have already surpassed Beast Gohan!'
The thought sent a chill of lingering fear through Piccolo.
If Frieza were not fighting alongside them but against them...
The consequences would be unimaginable.
Fortunately, however, Frieza was their firm ally, facing the same terrifying enemy alongside them.
...
"All right. Now that you've seen the difference between us, it's time for you to die." Frieza grabbed Baby Aize by the arm and lifted him up as if he were a baby chick.
Looking at Baby Aize's absentminded expression, Frieza activated his mocking skill once again.
"Heh, heh, heh... Look at you acting like you're already half-dead. You're not even as calm as those Saiyans were when they saw my Third Form. Just one look at you, and I can tell you're the type who's never experienced real setbacks..."
As he finished speaking, Frieza drove a fist straight into Baby Aize's stomach.
In an instant, Baby Aize snapped back to awareness, yet he looked utterly miserable.
A mouthful of liquid mixed with sour bile and blood burst out, and his eyeballs sank deeply into their sockets.
Frieza shifted his body elegantly, avoiding the filthy mixture, and continued to sneer in contempt.
"How disappointing, Tuffle."
"A stray dog... how pitiful. Back then, the Saiyans exterminated you, and now this Great King is about to kill you as well. Ho ho ho ho... pitiful, truly pitiful!"
Frieza roared with laughter.
The moment those words were spoken, Baby Aize froze. After that, as if a trigger had been activated, Baby Aize actually regained his spirit.
The fear on his face instantly vanished, and he roared furiously.
"SHUT UP!"
He threw a punch with all his might, but Frieza dodged it effortlessly.
What followed was an even more brutal beating from Frieza.
"Anger increases your power? What do you think you are, one of those Saiyan monkeys? How ridiculous."
After saying this, Frieza began torturing him again without restraint. He punched Baby Aize mercilessly, one punch after another.
Baby Aize was like a punching bag, unable to fight back at all.
Bang! Bang! Bang…!
Baby Aize lost all confidence from the consecutive heavy blows.
He even... began to have the thought of escaping from this body altogether.
The part of Baby Aize's consciousness that belonged to Baby was fading. No... rather than fading, it was as if Baby was actively withdrawing his control over the body.
Meanwhile, the part of the consciousness belonging to Aize was beginning to regain control of the body.
Thus, this scene appeared.
In Frieza's eyes, the abused Baby Aize suddenly spoke.
His very first sentence was...
"Dad, stop hitting me."
Frieza's body stiffened.
Looking at Baby Aize, he seemed like a completely different person. A flash of surprise flickered through Frieza's eyes as he stared straight at Baby Aize.
Then, his gaze changed again, and he shot Aize a mocking, sideways glance:
"Ho ho ho! How laughable!"
"In our clan, the thing we detest most is family affection. The King of the Tuffles? Don't tell me you don't even know that!"
"Using a pathetic act of self-harm to gain sympathy?"
But Aize only weakly murmured again.
"Dad... no... that's not it... it's me... I... I am..."
Before he could finish, Frieza smashed him down to the ground with a punch.
A huge crater instantly appeared, and Aize lay inside it.
(End Of This Chapter)
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