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my phone has a built in text AI feature lol. I told it make me a long detailed story of Vegeta getting revenge on Friza and it didn't disappoint.The crimson sky of Planet Namek bled into the churning, toxic sea. Vegeta, Prince of the Saiyans, stood amidst the wreckage, his armor shattered, his body a canvas of bruises and burns. Before him, Frieza, the galactic tyrant, floated, his malevolent gaze a stark contrast to his pristine, white form. The air crackled with residual energy, the aftermath of a battle that had pushed Vegeta beyond his limits.
Frieza, with a dismissive flick of his wrist, sent another wave of energy crashing into Vegeta, who staggered but refused to fall. "You pathetic Saiyan," Frieza sneered, his voice a chilling melody of cruelty. "Even after all this, you still cling to the delusion of revenge? You are nothing."
Vegeta, his eyes burning with a hatred forged in the fires of a destroyed planet, spat a mouthful of blood. "I am the Prince of the Saiyans," he growled, his voice raw with pain, "and I will not be broken!"
The memory of his father, King Vegeta, bowing before Frieza, the humiliation etched into his every feature, flashed before his eyes. He remembered the screams of his people, the fiery destruction of Planet Vegeta, the chilling laughter of Frieza as he extinguished their lives. He remembered the years of servitude, the constant reminder of his powerlessness, the burning desire for vengeance that had consumed him.
"You took everything from me," Vegeta roared, his power surging, the ground trembling beneath him. "My planet, my people, my pride! I will repay you for every single transgression!"
He launched himself at Frieza, a whirlwind of furious strikes, each blow fueled by years of pent-up rage. Frieza, surprised by the ferocity of the assault, was forced to defend, his elegant movements now strained.
Vegeta, fueled by a desperate surge of adrenaline, landed a powerful blow to Frieza's chest, sending the tyrant reeling. He pressed his advantage, unleashing a barrage of energy blasts, each one a testament to his burning hatred.
Frieza, his composure finally cracking, unleashed his own devastating power, a blinding wave of energy that engulfed Vegeta. The Saiyan Prince, battered and broken, was sent crashing into the ravaged landscape.
"You see, Vegeta?" Frieza hissed, his voice laced with venom. "You are nothing but a footnote in the grand history of my empire. You are a relic, a reminder of the weakness I have purged from the universe."
But Vegeta, even in his battered state, refused to yield. He remembered the words of Goku, the Saiyan who had surpassed him, the one who had shown him the true meaning of power. He remembered the pride of his people, the legacy he carried within him.
"I am not nothing," Vegeta whispered, his voice barely audible. "I am the Prince of the Saiyans, and I will not be defeated!"
He forced himself to his feet, his body screaming in protest. He closed his eyes, drawing upon the last vestiges of his power, channeling the rage and sorrow that had consumed him for so long.
A blinding light erupted from Vegeta, his power surging to unprecedented levels. His hair stood on end, a golden aura enveloping his body. He had finally achieved the legendary transformation, the Super Saiyan.
Frieza, his eyes wide with disbelief, watched as Vegeta's power soared, the air around him shimmering with raw energy. "Impossible," he gasped. "A Super Saiyan?"
Vegeta, his eyes now blazing with golden fire, turned his gaze upon Frieza. "This is for my people," he roared, his voice echoing across the desolate landscape. "This is for Planet Vegeta!"
He unleashed a torrent of energy, a furious assault that overwhelmed Frieza's defenses. The tyrant, his arrogance shattered, was forced to retreat, his attacks now desperate and futile.
Vegeta, his power surging, unleashed his signature attack, the Final Flash, a blinding beam of pure energy that ripped through the air, obliterating everything in its path.
Frieza, caught in the devastating blast, screamed in agony, his body disintegrating, his reign of terror finally coming to an end.
Vegeta stood amidst the smoke and debris, his body trembling, his power fading. He had done it. He had avenged his people. He had finally broken free from the chains of Frieza's tyranny.
The crimson sky of Namek began to clear, the toxic sea calming. Vegeta, the Prince of the Saiyans, stood victorious, a symbol of hope amidst the devastation, his revenge finally complete.
Frieza, with a dismissive flick of his wrist, sent another wave of energy crashing into Vegeta, who staggered but refused to fall. "You pathetic Saiyan," Frieza sneered, his voice a chilling melody of cruelty. "Even after all this, you still cling to the delusion of revenge? You are nothing."
Vegeta, his eyes burning with a hatred forged in the fires of a destroyed planet, spat a mouthful of blood. "I am the Prince of the Saiyans," he growled, his voice raw with pain, "and I will not be broken!"
The memory of his father, King Vegeta, bowing before Frieza, the humiliation etched into his every feature, flashed before his eyes. He remembered the screams of his people, the fiery destruction of Planet Vegeta, the chilling laughter of Frieza as he extinguished their lives. He remembered the years of servitude, the constant reminder of his powerlessness, the burning desire for vengeance that had consumed him.
"You took everything from me," Vegeta roared, his power surging, the ground trembling beneath him. "My planet, my people, my pride! I will repay you for every single transgression!"
He launched himself at Frieza, a whirlwind of furious strikes, each blow fueled by years of pent-up rage. Frieza, surprised by the ferocity of the assault, was forced to defend, his elegant movements now strained.
Vegeta, fueled by a desperate surge of adrenaline, landed a powerful blow to Frieza's chest, sending the tyrant reeling. He pressed his advantage, unleashing a barrage of energy blasts, each one a testament to his burning hatred.
Frieza, his composure finally cracking, unleashed his own devastating power, a blinding wave of energy that engulfed Vegeta. The Saiyan Prince, battered and broken, was sent crashing into the ravaged landscape.
"You see, Vegeta?" Frieza hissed, his voice laced with venom. "You are nothing but a footnote in the grand history of my empire. You are a relic, a reminder of the weakness I have purged from the universe."
But Vegeta, even in his battered state, refused to yield. He remembered the words of Goku, the Saiyan who had surpassed him, the one who had shown him the true meaning of power. He remembered the pride of his people, the legacy he carried within him.
"I am not nothing," Vegeta whispered, his voice barely audible. "I am the Prince of the Saiyans, and I will not be defeated!"
He forced himself to his feet, his body screaming in protest. He closed his eyes, drawing upon the last vestiges of his power, channeling the rage and sorrow that had consumed him for so long.
A blinding light erupted from Vegeta, his power surging to unprecedented levels. His hair stood on end, a golden aura enveloping his body. He had finally achieved the legendary transformation, the Super Saiyan.
Frieza, his eyes wide with disbelief, watched as Vegeta's power soared, the air around him shimmering with raw energy. "Impossible," he gasped. "A Super Saiyan?"
Vegeta, his eyes now blazing with golden fire, turned his gaze upon Frieza. "This is for my people," he roared, his voice echoing across the desolate landscape. "This is for Planet Vegeta!"
He unleashed a torrent of energy, a furious assault that overwhelmed Frieza's defenses. The tyrant, his arrogance shattered, was forced to retreat, his attacks now desperate and futile.
Vegeta, his power surging, unleashed his signature attack, the Final Flash, a blinding beam of pure energy that ripped through the air, obliterating everything in its path.
Frieza, caught in the devastating blast, screamed in agony, his body disintegrating, his reign of terror finally coming to an end.
Vegeta stood amidst the smoke and debris, his body trembling, his power fading. He had done it. He had avenged his people. He had finally broken free from the chains of Frieza's tyranny.
The crimson sky of Namek began to clear, the toxic sea calming. Vegeta, the Prince of the Saiyans, stood victorious, a symbol of hope amidst the devastation, his revenge finally complete.
like I need a canon reason..
