A golden arrow split the sky.
Vegeta flew straight, no detours, no suppression; his aura a blazing banner that screamed his arrival to every living thing on the planet.
In his mind, the Namekian incantation echoed, ancient syllables now burned into memory.
"Porunga… come forth and grant my wish."
Three wishes.
All his.
No translator required.
The Grand Elder had just handed him the keys to the universe.
Smart old man.
Vegeta's lips curled.
He could already taste Frieza's fear.
Frieza's flagship loomed on the horizon, a white disc squatting over the green sea like a fat, arrogant toad.
Vegeta slowed, hovering a kilometer out, arms folded, tail flicking once.
He didn't hide.
He waited.
Let the lizard feel it first.
Inside the ship.
Every remaining soldier dropped to their knees at the same moment, blood leaking from noses and ears.
Frieza stood at the main viewport, wine glass forgotten in his hand.
The liquid trembled, then spilled across white gloves.
A pressure unlike anything he had ever felt pressed down on the entire ship, on his bones, on his soul.
Golden light painted the bridge through the glass.
Frieza's tail froze mid-swing.
His smile faltered.
"…No."
He whispered it like a child waking from a nightmare.
Vegeta's voice rolled across the water, calm, conversational, and perfectly audible inside the sealed bridge.
"Frieza."
One word.
Every screen in the ship cracked at once.
"I've come to collect your head."
Frieza's pupils shrank to pinpricks.
He had felt strong ki before: Captain Ginyu, his father, even the legends of old.
This was different.
This was judgment.
Vegeta floated closer, slow, deliberate, golden hair whipping in a wind that only obeyed him.
He stopped ten meters from the main viewport.
Close enough for Frieza to see every detail: the teal eyes, the calm smirk, the aura that made stars look dim.
Frieza's hand twitched toward the intercom.
Vegeta raised one finger.
The entire ship lurched sideways a hundred meters as if slapped by an invisible hand.
Alarms screamed.
Bulkheads groaned.
Frieza stumbled, caught himself on the command chair, and for the first time in his life, knew what it felt like to be prey.
Vegeta's voice again, soft and terrible.
"You have three seconds to come outside."
He counted aloud.
"One."
The bridge lights flickered.
"Two."
Half the remaining soldiers passed out.
Frieza's tail curled between his legs.
Vegeta smiled.
"Thr "
Frieza vanished from the bridge in a blur of white and purple, blowing the hatch off its hinges in his panic to escape the ship.
He reappeared in open air, hovering, chest heaving, eyes wide and wild.
Vegeta hadn't moved an inch.
Frieza tried to speak; tried to summon the old arrogance, the old certainty that he was the strongest in the universe.
All that came out was a cracked whisper.
"…What… are you?"
Vegeta's answer was simple.
He powered up.
Just a fraction.
Golden aura exploded outward in a perfect sphere.
The ocean beneath them dipped a kilometer deep from the pressure alone.
Frieza's hover-pod shattered like glass.
The tyrant fell ten meters before catching himself, face pale as death.
Vegeta floated forward until they were eye to eye.
"Wrong question."
He leaned in, voice barely above a whisper.
"The right one is: how long do you want to scream?"
Frieza's answer was the first, desperate blast of his final form.
The real fight began.
And it was never a fight at all.
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