At first, it was subtle.
Vegeta struck—perfectly placed, Flow guiding his fist.
Frieza didn't block.
He shifted.
Not away.
With it.
The blow passed through space that hadn't been empty a moment before.
Vegeta's eyes widened. "He… anticipated the anticipation."
Broly followed up, redirecting Frieza's counter—but the force wasn't there anymore. The strike had been hollowed out, stripped of excess, returned as something colder.
Frieza smiled faintly.
"Thank you," he said softly. "You've taught me restraint."
His movements now mirrored theirs—not in shape, but in purpose. No wasted motion. No cruelty for its own sake.
Just efficiency.
The Cost of Flow
Broly's breath hitched.
Flow demanded absolute clarity—and the longer it lasted, the more it burned him away. His muscles trembled, veins glowing faintly beneath his skin.
Vegeta fared no better.
Blood drifted from his shoulder, freezing into crystals in the void.
Their Flow wasn't failing.
Their bodies were.
Frieza noticed.
"You see," he said calmly, "you borrowed stillness. I was built for it."
He struck.
Broly took the hit full-on—sent spinning through space, barely managing to stop himself.
"Broly!" Vegeta shouted.
Vegeta lunged—too slow.
Frieza's tail wrapped around his leg, yanking him forward, smashing him into a tumbling chunk of Namek.
Cracks spread through the rock—and through Vegeta's ribs.
For the first time since Flow awakened—
They were retreating.
Each movement is slower.Each redirection is heavier.
Frieza advanced without urgency, without malice.
"I admire this," he said. "Truly. You've chosen something other than survival."
Broly forced himself upright, breathing ragged. "We're not running."
Vegeta floated beside him, bruised, bloodied—but aligned.
"No," Vegeta said quietly. "We're standing."
Fragments of memory flickered between them.
The sanctuary.The elders.Namekian children hiding in fear.Piccolo's calm voice.Kakarot smiling through pain.
Vegeta glanced at Broly.
"If this ends here," Vegeta said, "I won't regret it."
Broly nodded, eyes steady despite the pain. "Me neither."
They turned—back to back.
Not for advantage.
For trust.
"If one of us falls," Vegeta said, "the other keeps going."
Broly's voice was calm. "I'll die before I let him reach them."
Vegeta smirked faintly. "Good. So will I."
Frieza stopped.
Not because he was tired.
Because he finally saw it.
"…How disappointing," he said softly. "You've become martyrs."
He raised his hand, energy forming—precise, lethal, unavoidable.
"You think dying together makes you noble," Frieza continued."It doesn't."
He pointed toward the distant stars—toward where the survivors fled.
"It just makes you useful examples."
Broly's Flow flared one last time—ragged but resolute.
Vegeta's eyes burned, steady despite the pain.
They stepped forward together.
No plan.
No illusion of victory.
Only choice.
Far away, Piccolo felt something tear in his chest.
Kakarot clenched his fists, eyes wide.
"They're not fighting to win," he whispered.
"They're fighting so we can live."
Frieza's attack began to descend.
The void trembled.
And two Saiyans stood their ground—
Willing to die.
Together.
Broly's eyes, white from Flow, shifted. Lightning surged violently, not from rage, but from connection.
Vegeta, battered and bruised, watched him. Pain was written into every muscle. Blood glistened along his golden skin, but his eyes—green lightning crackling faintly—burned with focus.
For a heartbeat, they simply stared. No words. No movements.
Then, without hesitation, both spoke in unison:
"For them… for everyone…"
The Surge of Final Oath(Ascension).
A silent eruption of power rippled outward.
The void itself warped.
Broly's aura fused with Vegeta's, white lightning snapping and crackling between them.
It wasn't just Flow anymore. It was something beyond—something that stripped away fear, doubt, and limits entirely, leaving pure intent.
Frieza froze, sensing it, finally realizing this wasn't anger. Not rivalry. Not chaos.
"…What…?" he whispered.
The energy around Broly and Vegeta exploded in all directions—not destructive, but absolute. Space itself seemed to bend, unable to contain their combined will.
The broken remnants of Namek trembled in distant orbit.
The Elders Sensed It.
Far away, Piccolo and the remaining Namekians clutched at each other as the energy reached the sanctuary.
One elder spoke with a trembling voice:"They… they've achieved… the Final Oath."
Another added:"A power born from selfless protection… unlike anything we have seen."
Energy rippled outward in waves, washing over the debris of Namek like a tidal force of hope and sacrifice.
Lightning fused into gold and white, crackling with intention. Their forms elongated, rippling with energy—but calm, controlled, flawless.
Broly looked at Vegeta.
Vegeta looked at Broly.
No words were needed. They understood completely: every strike, every shield, every motion now flowed from desire to protect, not for dominance, not for pride.
Frieza's smirk faltered. His attacks, precise and deadly moments before, now collided with an unstoppable current, bouncing harmlessly off the aura or returning to him with perfect reflection.
"Impossible," Frieza hissed. "No… no one—no one—should surpass this!"
Broly and Vegeta drifted above the void, still connected by lightning, bodies battered but unyielding.
Flow had evolved. Limits were broken. Final Oath had awakened.
In the distance, Piccolo felt the energy washing over him. "It's… a promise," he whispered. "A promise to protect life."
Kakarot clenched his fists. "They've… really done it."
And Frieza? He braced himself. For the first time, the Emperor of the Universe understood fear.
The void itself quaked.
Broly and Vegeta hovered, connected by the white-gold lightning of Final Oath. Their breaths were steady, their motions precise, their focus absolute.
Frieza hovered before them, aura flaring darkly, eyes narrowed with a mix of fear and rage.
"…So this is what you've become," he hissed. "A perfect, synchronized disaster."
Broly stepped forward. Lightning surged between his fists. Vegeta mirrored him perfectly.
Without warning, they struck.
Frieza countered instantly.
Blows collided. Shockwaves tore across the void, sending fragments of Namek spinning in every direction.
Each punch from Final Oath Broly and Vegeta carried not just force, but intent—to shield life, to protect, to endure.
Frieza's blows, precise and deadly, were now too slow, his movements anticipated, reflected, and returned with brutal efficiency.
He snarled. "Clever… but not enough!"
A kick from Vegeta sent Frieza spinning, only for Broly to slam him mid-air, sending him barreling toward a shattered asteroid.
Frieza vanished, reappearing behind Broly. He lashed out with his tail, striking the Saiyan's side. Broly twisted, redirecting the force with Final Oath's energy.
Vegeta surged forward, fists striking Frieza simultaneously with Broly's, creating a perfect cross-strike that sent the Emperor skidding back.
Frieza stumbled, for the first time, unsure of his timing. His adaptation had been fast, but this—this was beyond logic, beyond expectation.
The energy around them intensified.
Lightning and gold-white energy tore through space. Frieza's aura darkened, mutating violently as he poured all of himself into countering the combined force of Final Oath.
Broly and Vegeta moved together as one.Every attack, every block, overlapping seamlessly, flowing between them without hesitation.
Piccolo and Kakarot watched from afar, hearts pounding."He's… never faced this," Piccolo whispered.Kakarot nodded. "Not together. Not like this."
Frieza targeted Broly with a massive ki blast.
Broly gritted his teeth. Lightning flickered violently across his eyes.
"I… will not let him touch them!" he roared.
He threw himself into the blast, letting the energy pass through him, redirected and amplified by Final Oath, sending Frieza staggering backward.
Vegeta joined instantly, fists striking in perfect sync.
The Emperor cried out in frustration. "Impossible!"
Vegeta's eyes flared green-gold.
Every strike from Frieza hit him full-force, yet he stood. Blood streaked his body, but he did not falter.
"I… won't let you win," Vegeta growled. "Not while we stand together!"
Another strike sent Frieza careening backward. The void quaked around them, fragments of Namek's remains spinning wildly.
Even Frieza, who had adapted to Flow, felt it: he could not fully match this unity.
Broly and Vegeta exchanged a glance.
No words. No hesitation.
Final Oath flared brighter. Energy shot outward like a white-gold starburst, surrounding them, surrounding Frieza, engulfing everything in the immediate void.
Frieza screamed, struggling to contain it, but every move he made was anticipated, redirected, and multiplied.
"…What are you?" Frieza hissed. "This… this power—"
Broly's roar answered: "It's for everyone you can't hurt anymore!"
Vegeta's shout followed: "For Namek! For life! For our friends!"
The void itself shattered around them. Stars trembled. Fragments of Namek spun in orbit. Lightning arced between the two Saiyans as their unity overpowered even the Emperor of the Universe.
Frieza faltered. Every adaptation, every perfect imitation, was no longer enough.