Chapter 20: The Fires of Namek & The First Super Saiyan
The emerald skies of Planet Namek were torn apart by purple Ki blasts and blinding flashes of light.
What had started as a covert mission to recover the Namekian Dragon Balls had rapidly devolved into a full-scale war. Frieza's elite scouts, Dodoria, Zarbon, and even the eccentric Ginyu Force had all been systematically swept aside by the combined force of Goku, Tony Brief's high-frequency nanotech, and ten-year-old Gojo Brief's spatial manipulation.
The Grand Elder's Gift
Before the final confrontation with Frieza began, Krillin and Gohan had traveled to the residence of Namek's Grand Elder. Sensing the pure hearts of the Earthlings, the massive Namekian sage gently rested his hand upon their heads, unlocking their dormant potential.
Gohan's dormant half-Saiyan energy erupted outward in a roaring golden pillar, his power level exploding into hundreds of thousands in an instant.
Seeing this, Grand Elder turned his ancient eyes toward Tony and Gojo Brief, who stood nearby.
"Young ones..." Grand Elder murmured, his deep voice resonating through the chamber. "The power within you is vast and strange... unlike anything I have sensed in this galaxy."
When Grand Elder unlocked their potential:
* Tony Brief's connection to Kayden's Force Control fused completely with his Iron Ki Body, turning his nanotech suit's output into a blinding, white-and-gold plasma storm.
* Gojo Brief's inherited Six Eyes achieved complete atomic stabilization, expanding his Infinity Barrier and unlocking the full potential of Reversal: Red and Hollow: Purple.
Frieza's Tyranny & The Tragedy
On the desolate plains of Namek, Frieza stood in his terrifying, gleaming 100% Full-Power Final Form.
Scattered around the battlefield were craters where Goku, Tony, Gojo, and Gohan had pushed the galactic tyrant to his absolute limit. But Frieza's durability was legendary.
"Insolent, filthy monkeys..." Frieza spat, blood trickling from his mouth as his crimson eyes burned with unhinged malice. "You think you can defeat me?! The ruler of the universe?!"
Frieza suddenly thrust two fingers into the air.
Before anyone could react, Krillin was caught in an invisible telekinetic grip, lifted fifty feet into the air, screaming in agony.
"NO! KRILLIN!" Goku cried out, leaping forward.
"Say goodbye, Earthling," Frieza cackled ruthlessly.
BOOM!
Krillin was blown to pieces in a blinding explosion of smoke and light.
The Legend Awakens
"K... Krillin..." Goku stammered, staring at the empty sky where his best friend had been standing a second ago. "You... monster... YOU MONSTER!"
The sky above Namek darkened to a bruised, stormy purple. Lightning cracked across the horizon.
Goku's body trembled violently. His black hair spiked upward, flickering between jet-black and blinding, golden light. A terrifying, golden-yellow aura exploded from his body, creating a shockwave that shattered the bedrock for miles around.
His eyes turned a vivid, glowing emerald green.
The Super Saiyan of Legend had awakened.
The Spectator on the Ridge
High above the battlefield on a floating cliff, Ron stood watching the golden storm below.
He was looking every bit the tall, remarkably handsome head of the Brief household, dressed in his dark fitted tunic, his dark hair swaying in the stormy wind. Deep behind his calm demeanor, his secret 150 Million Battle Power was still tightly sealed behind Lloyd Saloum's compound magic layers.
Near his feet sat his fat cat form—or rather, a soft illusion of it—while he stood in his true, sharp form, watching his nephew-in-law unleash the legendary transformation.
"He actually did it," Ron murmured, a handsome, proud smirk spreading across his face as his hidden eyes scanned Goku's golden aura. "Super Saiyan."
Tony stepped up beside his father, his Mark IX suit humming with immense golden-white energy. "Dad... Goku's power is unbelievable. Should Gojo and I jump in to help him finish Frieza?"
"No," Ron replied smoothly, resting a hand on Tony's shoulder. "This is Goku's fight. He needs to settle this with his own hands."
Ron looked out toward Frieza, whose cocky expression had completely melted into sheer, unadulterated terror at the sight of the golden-haired warrior.