This desolate, lifeless planet was decided as the area for the training session thought up by Frieza. Raditz and Nappa stood frightened but ready, their hearts pounding in fear and their blood slightly eager for the torturous task that lay ahead. Maybe it was their Saiyan instincts that excited them at the thought of becoming stronger, but it felt strange, to say the least, to have two conflicting emotions running through your body simultaneously. Frieza, the merciless former Emperor of the Universe, cracked a sinister smile as he posed in front of the two. There was no mercy in those blood-red eyes, only a chilling hunger for dominance.
"Let us begin, monkeys," Frieza declared, and in an instant, he was upon them. His movements were a blur as he launched a devastating barrage of blows. The Saiyans didn’t have any time to react.
Raditz's tail lashed out, but Frieza dodged with an effortless grace. The tail sliced through the air, missing its target by a hair's breadth. Before Raditz could recover, Frieza's fist collided with his stomach. The impact sent Raditz sprawling across the rocky ground, gasping for air.
Nappa fared no better. Frieza's power in his first form was bad enough for the two, but now he was in his final form! Nappa's mighty fists were reduced to a futile blur as he aimed multiple punches at the Frost Demon. But Frieza weaved through the onslaught effortlessly. Nappa's wild strikes met nothing but the empty air, and then a vicious elbow from Frieza struck his jaw with bone-shattering force.
Raditz and Nappa's desperation grew with each passing second. Frieza's laughter echoed cruelly through the barren landscape as he subjected them to merciless torture disguised as training. He would land a flurry of attacks on Raditz, only to seamlessly transition to Nappa, then back again.
Raditz and Nappa tensed, unable to predict his next move. Suddenly, Frieza reappeared behind Raditz, a malevolent grin etched on his face. He snapped forward to deliver a punishing kick to Raditz's face, sending him tumbling through the air as his tail whacked Nappa, who was next to him, across the face. Frieza's blood-red eyes narrowed, and an eerie glow emanated from his fingertip. With deadly precision, he fired two thin, crimson Death Beams. It pierced through the Saiyans without meeting resistance. The Saiyan warriors felt the scorching heat of the beam as it singed their insides, leaving a tiny hole through their bodies and a smoking, scorched line across the rocky terrain behind them. Not enough to be a lethal injury but enough to cause them pain with their every movement.
He appeared behind them before they could recover from being pierced. Frieza's tail was an extension of his combat ability. It was basically another limb with how prehensile it was, coiling around Nappa's ankle and with a cruel yank, sent the Saiyan crashing deep into the ground. The tail, swift as a whip, then whipped across Raditz's stomach, leaving a deep wound across his body and eliciting a painful scream from the Saiyan warrior.
Frieza laughed in malicious joy. “Don’t think about giving up. I’ll make you wish you were dead if you even consider the thought of giving up.” Frieza, reveling in his own cruelty, often allowed himself to appear vulnerable. Raditz and Nappa, in their desperation, seized these opportunities, only to face brutal consequences. As they lunged at Frieza, he would leave that opening, prompting them to attack. However, the moment they struck, Frieza's counter would be vicious. He would vanish, then reappear behind them, delivering punishing blows. Their failed attempts to capitalize on his feigned vulnerability brought them even closer to the edge of death.
Frieza leaped up into the sky before hurling pieces of the planet with telekinesis, forcing Raditz and Nappa to deal with them in their own ways. The rocks careened through the air, a deadly bombardment. Nappa and Raditz strained under the onslaught, dodging, blocking, and attacking the rocks.
“You, long-haired monkey. Aren’t you Goku’s brother? Certainly, you should be better than this, correct?” Frieza looked toward Raditz.
Raditz clenched his fist. “I am not inferior to my low-class brother!” Raditz charged toward Frieza with everything he had left. Nappa joined him in his rush.
Their Saiyan bloodline surged at being dominated by a superior foe beyond their comprehension, and they fought back with all their might. They knew that thanks to the advanced medical machines, Frieza could push them to the brink of death without consequences. As long as their hearts were still beating, they would be able to come back. It was a horrifying realization, and they began to think that was reaching the legendary Super Saiyan form worth this torture?
It was only through this way that Nappa and Raditz would grow to their full potential as Saiyans. What didn’t kill them would only make them stronger. A fact that their DNA knew very well regardless of whether their bodies, minds, or hearts could accept this fact. However, this wasn’t enough to make Raditz and Nappa curse their lineage as they were proud Saiyan warriors!
Nappa unleashed a powerful energy wave, the scorching beam tearing through the air. Frieza, however, deflected it with a mere flick of his finger. The energy blast spiraled harmlessly into the sky before exploding into a grandiose show of fireworks. Frieza's icy gaze met Nappa's, conveying the futility of such efforts. Nappa's defiance only spurred Frieza's brutality. The Emperor appeared in front of Nappa before he seized his arm and twisted it. To finish him off, he delivered a knee to the Saiyan's gut. Nappa's body convulsed with pain, but his heart continued to beat, which meant he had to continue.
Raditz, battered and broken, flew at Frieza with renewed determination. He aimed a Saturday Crash toward Frieza, who was repeatedly kneeing Nappa. A brightly glowing pink energy sphere blasted off toward the former emperor, but Frieza effortlessly countered, redirecting the energy back at Raditz, who barely managed to evade his own attack. Frieza pressed the assault, his attacks punctuated by cruel taunts. "Is this all you two truly have to offer? I most certainly have my work cut out for me.” He sighed.
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Raditz and Nappa's vision blurred, and their bodies ached with every heartbeat. But they couldn't give in, or death would await. With newfound strength, they launched a combined attack. Raditz's Double Sunday and Nappa's Bomber DX merged into a powerful energy wave that was strong enough to cause the ground they were standing on to compress inward. The force of their attack momentarily drove Frieza back, creating a blast of dust and debris. As the dust cleared, they found Frieza, his form completely unharmed with his sinister smile remaining. “Not horrible, but still not acceptable to any standard.” He evaluated.
Then, with terrifying speed, Frieza unleashed his full power. A cataclysmic energy wave erupted from his being, tearing through the Saiyans' combined attack and engulfing them. The intensity of the blast was blinding, but it was not enough to stop their hearts from beating. When the smoke settled, Raditz and Nappa lay scorched and battered, their forms barely recognizable. Their figures were still and unmoving, but their hearts continued to beat.
Frieza stood triumphant, his dominance unchallenged. "I’ve always known you Saiyans grew stronger in the face of adversity…" he muttered. “It is quite different to witness it with my own eyes, though, I must say.
At the beginning of this training, those two couldn’t even react to him using 1% of his full power in his true form. Now, near the end, they got better but didn’t surpass 1%. Frieza wondered just how much they would grow after recovering inside the healing tanks. Using his telekinesis, he carried the two back to the ship as he ordered the crew to fix himself something to eat. Although he would barely call this a warm-up exercise, it was enough to make his stomach grumble afterward.
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Lord Frieza wasn’t the only soldier who decided to train. Zarbon and Dodoria also embarked on a brutal training regimen, the bleak expanse stretching endlessly around them. Zarbon, renowned for his wit and elegance, squared off against the burly and fierce Dodoria, his colossal pink muscles pulsating with unrestrained power. Their motivations for making a training regime were simply for the sake of survival; both sought to amplify their strength, yearning to validate their worth to Lord Frieza and to themselves. Those Saiyans would no doubt shoot up in strength if it was really true that Saiyans got stronger when beaten the hell out of and then recovering. Where would they stand in the hierarchy if anyone can just surpass them in strength?! Certainly not as Lord Frieza’s aides! Especially after what happened on Namek, Zarbon, and Dodoria are starving for more strength. They would ensure those monkeys would stick to their place at the bottom of the hierarchy.
Silently, they exchanged a nod of mutual understanding, signaling the start of their training. Their initial strikes were tentative, testing punches and kicks as they evaluated each other's capabilities in their newly revived bodies. Zarbon's finesse and speed were pitted against Dodoria's raw, unbridled might, creating a vivid contrast in their combat styles. Dodoria's fists were delivered with bone-breaking force, causing the very air to shake. In stark contrast, Zarbon's movements were fluid and evasive, his litheness akin to that of a dancer. Each dodge and parry flowed seamlessly. However, Zarbon's blows paled in comparison to the unbridled power emanating from Dodoria's colossal frame. Yet, that did not mean they didn’t have an effect.
The brutal exchange unfolded relentlessly. Zarbon leveraged his agility to sidestep Dodoria's relentless onslaught, striking with pinpoint precision. Dodoria, on the other hand, relied on sheer power and unshakable endurance to absorb Zarbon's precise attacks. The impact of each of Dodoria's titanic blows landed with the weight of a sledgehammer.
Zarbon initiated the next phase of their brutal training session by launching a relentless flurry of kicks at Dodoria. These were not just any kicks but swift and precise, like a swarm of bees attacking relentlessly. Each kick landed with pinpoint accuracy, and Dodoria found himself bombarded from all angles, unable to defend against the furious assault. He staggered, his hulking frame swaying under the onslaught, struggling to regain his footing.
But Dodoria was no pushover. With a guttural growl, he steadied himself and retaliated with an explosive dome of energy blasting out of his body. It gave him the necessary room to finally breathe. He locked eyes with Zarbon, who was charging up an attack. Not wanting to be caught by surprise, he, too, started charging up. Their energy blasts collided with a dazzling display of power. Zarbon's Elegant Blaster clashed fiercely with Dodoria's Maximum Buster, and the air crackled with the tension of their energy beams locked in a bitter struggle.
The standoff reached a critical point when, with a sudden and unexpected transformation, Zarbon's beautiful exterior gave way to his monstrous form. In this grotesque state, his power surged, and he overpowered Dodoria in their beam clash. The energy surged forward with a blinding light, forcing Dodoria to be blasted away. In the next instant, Zarbon's beautiful form returned. He fixed his hair with a wave of his hand as he looked down on Dodoria’s injured figure.
Undeterred, Dodoria shifted his tactics. He rushed forward, checking Zarbon with a shoulder tackle that buried him into a cliffside. Since the uppity bastard didn’t want to go all out, he’ll make sure he’ll regret it. Dodoria gave a destructive headbutt to the buried Zarbon, sending him flying through the giant mountain. As Zarbon came screaming back toward him with his foot stretched out to kick him. Dodoria allowed the attack, chuckling as he was sent sliding away with Zarbon’s foot on his face. He grabbed the stuck-up jerk and delivered a planet-shaking pile driver that caused the entire planet to quake afterward.
Zarbon began transforming while buried deep within the planet’s crust. No longer could he hold back against that disgusting jerk. He vanished and uppercutted Dodoria into the air. Now that he was transformed, they continued their brutal contest with renewed ferocity. It turned into a rough slugfest between the two high-ranked soldiers. Each punch and blow was like a miniature earthquake, sending shockwaves, debris, and anything else flying on the lifeless planet. They traded heavy blows, neither giving an inch, as the planet quivered beneath their relentless confrontation.
After an exhausting hour-long struggle that pushed them to their very limits, it was Zarbon who emerged as the victor, albeit barely. He stood on unsteady legs, his once beautiful form marred by horrific injuries. It was a miracle he was even alive at this point just by looking at his wounds. Multiple medics rushed to their aid, knowing that this brutal training exercise would take them to the brink of death. They guided Zarbon and Dodoria back to the ship with utmost care for much-needed healing.