Frieza hovered in the void, battered but unbowed.
He clenched his fists. His body shimmered darkly, then erupted into pure gold, his aura blazing and jagged, energy crackling unpredictably.
"Enough!" he screamed. "I will show you power worthy of gods!"
The transformation was unstable. His movements were faster, his attacks sharper—but the golden aura flared wildly, energy arcs snapping uncontrollably.
Vegeta noticed immediately. "It's faster… but reckless," he muttered. "He's unstable. Every strike risks himself."
Broly nodded, eyes narrowing. "Good. That means we can use it."
Frieza lunged. Gold energy tore across the void, striking Broly full-force.
Broly staggered, but Final Oath absorbed and redirected the impact. Lightning arced violently between him and Vegeta.
Vegeta attacked simultaneously, fists moving in perfect sync with Broly. They struck Frieza from two angles—one to destabilize, one to redirect.
Frieza screamed in frustration as his golden aura flickered violently. "You…!"
The instability was growing. Every movement he made now had the potential to backfire.
Broly and Vegeta exchanged a glance. No words.
They combined Flow and Final Oath more tightly than ever, syncing their movements, intentions, and ki as one.
The energy between them surged brighter, lightning merging into a white-gold maelstrom.
Vegeta clenched his fists. "We'll break every limit! For Namek! For everyone we protect!"
Broly roared, raw emotion fueling every strike. "For everyone you've ever hurt! For life itself!"
Together, they attacked Frieza relentlessly, not to destroy recklessly—but to push his unstable form against its limits.
Each clash made Frieza stagger, energy flickering, golden aura sparking uncontrollably.
"…Impossible!" Frieza screamed as arcs of golden energy erupted violently around him, some striking him as much as his foes.
The Void Shatters Further
Final Oath surged outward in waves.
The remnants of Namek's debris trembled and disintegrated.
Lightning arced endlessly between Broly and Vegeta.
Frieza roared again, struggling to stabilize himself. His Golden form burned like molten metal, brilliant and dangerous, every strike an uncontrolled gamble.
Broly and Vegeta didn't hold back. Every move was precise, protective, unstoppable.
Piccolo and Kakarot, watching from afar, felt the shockwaves across the void, knowing the planet—or what remained—was long gone.
"…They're going beyond…" Piccolo whispered.Kakarot clenched his fists. "Yeah… and Frieza's about to pay for it."
The void itself screamed.
Debris of Namek spun endlessly around the three combatants.
Frieza's Golden form blazed, but it was unstable—energy arcs snapping, aura flickering violently. Every movement he made threatened to backfire.
Broly and Vegeta floated together, connected by Final Oath. White-gold lightning crackled between them. Their eyes burned with pure determination.
Piccolo and Kakarot watched from afar, hearts pounding. "It's… all or nothing," Piccolo muttered.
Kakarot clenched his fists. "Yeah… they'll give everything they have. And so will he."
Frieza struck first. Golden energy shot outward, tearing through space toward Broly.
Broly absorbed it with Final Oath, redirecting the force straight at Frieza, while Vegeta struck from above.
Frieza staggered, golden aura sparking uncontrollably. "You insolent monkeys!" he roared. "Do you think you can…—"
He was cut off as Broly's energy struck from the other side. Every attack Frieza made was anticipated, reflected, or neutralized.
For a moment, the Emperor realized: he was facing something beyond imitation.
Frieza's aura grew more violent. Lightning arcs tore through his body, strikes misfiring and feeding back into him.
"Enough!" he screamed. Energy erupted uncontrollably around him, threatening to tear the void apart.
Broly's teeth gritted. "We can't let him destroy everything! Not like this!"
Vegeta's fists glowed brighter. "We end this! Together!"
Their lightning surged, merging into a blinding white-gold storm. Final Oath resonated, amplifying their intent and precision.
Frieza tried to retaliate, but each strike now backlashed against him, energy arcs slamming into his body as much as theirs.
Final Oath surged further, white-gold lightning arcing violently, energy rippling across their entire forms.
Frieza staggered, trying to maintain control—but the golden aura flickered dangerously.
"You can't… you're not—" Frieza hissed.
Every strike they launched now carried intent, purpose, and protection, not just force. Frieza's attacks became chaotic in response, a storm without direction.
The two Saiyans synchronized perfectly.
Broly struck low, Vegeta struck high. Frieza attempted to counter—but the Golden form was unstable. Every misstep amplified the incoming force.
Broly's energy slammed into Frieza's chest, pushing him backward.
Vegeta's strike struck from above, simultaneously crashing into Frieza's head and shoulders.
Lightning from Final Oath arced between them, channeling raw intent into perfect, unstoppable precision.
Frieza screamed, the Golden aura tearing apart, energy arcs snapping and exploding outward.
The void trembled, reality itself bending.
Broly and Vegeta hovered together, white-gold lightning of Final Oath still crackling faintly around them. Frieza floated opposite, his Golden form barely holding together, energy arcs snapping violently with every breath.
Piccolo and Kakarot watched from afar, but even from a distance, they could feel the fabric of reality tearing.
Frieza hissed, golden aura flickering. "This… cannot continue!"
Broly roared, stepping forward—but the ground beneath him didn't exist. Slowly, his legs began to fade, as if the void itself was swallowing him.
Vegeta's eyes widened. "Broly!"
Lightning crackled violently between them. Vegeta's own form began to flicker, the Final Oath straining to hold them in existence.
Frieza's voice grew cold. "You think you can stop me? I will erase you… from everything."
And slowly, his body too began to vanish, edges dissolving into flickering light.
Even as they vanished, the fight continued.
Broly swung his fist; the void consumed half of it mid-air, yet it still struck Frieza, sending golden energy scattering.
Frieza countered, claws slicing through what remained of Broly—but the strike met Final Oath's redirected force, and energy arcs collided mid-vanish.
Each clash was slower. More deliberate. The universe seemed to resist them, each movement costing everything they had left.
Vegeta floated above Broly, fists striking where Frieza's body should have been, connecting with energy alone, but each blow still forced Frieza backward, flickering in and out of existence.
Lightning crackled violently between Broly and Vegeta, trying to hold them together as Frieza's Golden form shuddered and warped.
Piccolo's voice trembled through the comm:"They're… disappearing… but they're still fighting!"
Kakarot clenched his fists.
Yet Broly and Vegeta moved as one, pushing Final Oath further, even as their forms dissolved, fighting purely on will and intent.
Frieza's Golden aura flared uncontrollably, energy exploding outward, yet he too could not stop the pull of the void.
Time itself seemed to stretch.
Every strike, every block, every counter, flickered in and out of existence:
Frieza's tail snapped through nothingness, hitting Broly—only to meet his glowing white-gold energy as Broly redirected it mid-vanish.
Vegeta's fists struck Frieza simultaneously from above, colliding with fragments of golden energy.
Sparks of Final Oath crackled like tiny stars, each collision echoing across the void.
They were vanishing. Slowly. Relentlessly.
But the fight didn't stop.
It could not.
Every punch, every clash, every motion carried the weight of life, of protection, of vengeance, and of survival.
Broly and Vegeta exchanged a glance mid-air, even as pieces of their forms dissolved.
"You… stay with me!" Vegeta shouted, green-gold lightning arcing across the void.
Broly's eyes glowed faintly white. "Always!"
Frieza's golden form flickered violently, unstable to the point of teetering on nonexistence, yet he sneered, claws still extended.
The void trembled.
Energy clashed.
Three forces, flickering in and out of existence, trading blows that would have destroyed worlds.
Lightning arced endlessly between Broly and Vegeta.
Frieza's Golden aura exploded, but he could not stop the pull.
Every second stretched. Every clash flickered.
They were vanishing—but neither side was willing to relent.
BOOM.Broly's fist collided with Frieza's chest mid-vanish, sending shockwaves across the empty expanse. Pieces of light and shadow tore apart, fragments of energy scattering like shattered stars.
BOOM.Vegeta's strike slammed from above, colliding with Frieza's shoulder, lightning from Final Oath arcing violently. The sound echoed through the void, a vibration so powerful it twisted the very air around them.
BOOM.Frieza lashed out in Golden Chaos, tail and claws snapping wildly, striking Broly—but the Saiyan redirected it mid-fade. The force exploded outward, tossing fragments of themselves and the fading Namekian debris into the endless black.
BOOM.Broly and Vegeta struck together, Final Oath fully igniting, lightning and gold-white energy surging outward like a miniature supernova. The shockwave ripped through the void, splintering space itself, and Frieza screamed as arcs of uncontrolled energy seared across his Golden form.