With the battle over and the Dragon Balls scattered, the remaining tension lingered in the air.
Frieza, now fully in control of the situation, turned without hesitation and began walking toward his spaceship.
His tail swayed lazily behind him, his golden eyes filled with victory.
Behind him—
His entire army followed.
Raziel, still processing everything, hesitated for a moment before stepping forward, joining them.
Then—
With a hiss of hydraulics, the massive doors of the spaceship slid open.
One by one, they entered.
And within moments—
The spaceship's engines roared to life.
The ground rumbled as the ship lifted off, soaring into the sky.
Its destination?
Planet Namek.
The Journey to Namek – A Private Conversation
Time passed.
The spaceship glided through the depths of space, its sleek metallic frame reflecting the distant glow of distant stars.
Inside, within the most secured chamber of the ship—
Frieza sat upon his throne, his posture relaxed yet commanding.
His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest, his mind already planning his next move.
And standing before him—
Raziel.
His expression was serious, yet uncertain.
A black panel with white outlines hovered in front of him, filled with unfamiliar text and numbers.
Yet—only he could see it.
To everyone else, it was invisible.
Raziel's red-lined eyes flickered as he scanned the information in front of him.
Then—
His gaze shifted.
He looked around the room.
At the soldiers standing nearby.
Then—
At Frieza.
And he hesitated.
Raziel Speaks – A New Discovery
Finally—he gathered his words.
His voice was careful, uncertain.
Raziel:"…Lord Frieza?"
Frieza's eyes narrowed slightly.
He had not expected that.
"Ho ho~… 'Lord' Frieza, is it?"
His smirk curled slightly.
"How very… appropriate."
The title satisfied him.
It was proof of loyalty.
Yet—
Frieza knew better than to lower his guard.
Raziel had already demonstrated unpredictability.
And unpredictability… was dangerous.
"What is it, my dear Raziel? You seem troubled."
Raziel Explains His Menu's Changes
Raziel exhaled sharply, gripping his own tail softly.
The sensation was still foreign, still strange.
He took a deep breath—then spoke.
Raziel:"After… the wish to make me…"
His grip on his tail tightened slightly.
"A monkey mutation… or whatever it was…"
Frieza chuckled softly.
"A Saiyan, Raziel. The term is Saiyan."
Raziel ignored the correction, still focused on his thoughts.
"I don't see my stats as before."
His red-lined eyes sharpened, scanning the black panel in front of him.
"I don't have any Lv anymore. No Exp either…"
Frieza's expression remained calm, but his intrigue grew.
"And what do you see instead?"
Raziel narrowed his eyes, reading aloud.
"Power Level… Battle Experience… Ki Capacity…"
He paused, eyes flickering with curiosity.
"Transformations—with a consumption meter, a mastery level, and a mastery experience…"
"Technique Transformation… also with a consumption meter, mastery level, and mastery experience…"
Then—his brows furrowed.
"And for last… something called 'Zenkai,' Power Boost… and even… Divine Level…?"
Frieza's eyes gleamed slightly.
"Oh ho~… fascinating."
Raziel wasn't finished.
His gaze flicked to the top of his menu.
"And it's not just my stats that changed."
"I used to only have one tab."
"Now, I see six."
He raised a hand, motioning as he read.
"Equipment. Stats. Inventory. Techniques. Magic. Transformations."
His face tensed slightly.
"Did that first wish you made… include some sort of small-letter contract-style loophole?"
His voice was tense, unsure.
He wasn't accusing Frieza.
But he was suspicious.
Something had changed on a fundamental level.
And Frieza—
Had all the answers.
Frieza's Reaction – What Will He Say?
A pause.
Then—
Frieza's smirk widened.
His tail curled slightly.
His golden eyes gleamed with interest.
"Ho ho ho~… My, my, Raziel."
"It seems you are beginning to understand."
His fingers tapped lightly against his throne's armrest.
"But tell me… does that frighten you?"
A low chuckle.
"Or does it excite you?"
The air grew heavier.
The truth was about to be revealed.
The spaceship continued its silent voyage through the endless black sea of space, stars glimmering faintly beyond the reinforced glass of Frieza's throne room.
Inside—
The tension hung heavy.
Raziel's red-lined eyes flickered with uncertainty, his grip tightening slightly on his own tail.
For the first time since his transformation, he was feeling something new.
Not power.
Not instinct.
Not rage.
But confusion.
And it unsettled him.
Raziel's Uncertainty – Understanding the Changes
Raziel hesitated.
His breath was steady, but his mind was not.
Finally—he spoke.
Raziel:"…I mean… it just… confuses me…"
His eyes remained locked on the invisible menu only he could see.
"It says I have a Power Level of… 1,077,621…"
Frieza's brows twitched slightly.
Raziel continued.
"A total of 500,000 Ki Capacity…"
"A transformation equipped called Bloodflare Ascension, with a consumption of 15,000 per second…"
Frieza's eyes flickered with intrigue.
"A mastery level of 0… and it requires 10,000 Mastery Experience to level it up…"
"Right now, I only have 500 Mastery Experience."
"No Technique Transformation…"
"0 Zenkais…"
"A Power Boost of x3…"
Then—his eyes narrowed slightly.
"And my Divine Level is… Unknown."
He lowered his hand slightly, letting out a soft exhale.
"It's just… very different from what I'm used to having."
Then—he looked up, his expression tense.
"What is a Zenkai?"
Frieza's Analysis – A New Perspective
A pause.
Frieza's tail curled slightly.
He had not expected any of this.
Not the menu.
Not the stats.
Not this entirely different way of measuring power.
Yet—
He saw potential.
If Raziel had access to such information, then perhaps there was a way to see it for himself.
Perhaps Raziel could share it.
But—that could wait.
For now—he needed to educate his new weapon.
And so—
Frieza smirked.
He leaned back slightly in his throne, arms crossed, golden eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Ah… I see now. Your mind is still adjusting to your new Saiyan blood."
"How fascinating."
He let the words hang for a moment, then—
"Very well. Allow me to enlighten you."
Frieza Explains Zenkai – A Saiyan's Hidden Potential
Frieza:"A Zenkai… is a Saiyan's most broken ability."
His voice was smooth, but there was an undeniable bitterness beneath it.
"Put simply, Raziel—whenever a Saiyan is pushed to the brink of death and survives…"
His tail flicked sharply.
"They come back… stronger."
Raziel's eyes flickered slightly.
"The more severe the injuries—the greater the boost."
Frieza's smirk thinned slightly, his fingers tapping against the armrest of his throne.
"It is a trait I have personally despised for many years."
His golden pupils narrowed, as if recalling something unpleasant.
"It is what allowed your fellow monkeys—Kakarot and Vegeta—to continuously evolve, no matter how many times they were beaten down."
Then—his smirk returned.
"But for you… it is now a tool."
"A means to ensure that every battle makes you stronger."
"Every defeat… is merely another step forward."
His gaze sharpened.
"The only question is… how much will you risk in battle to push it further?"
The Weight of a Zenkai – Raziel's Next Step
Raziel remained silent for a moment.
He was processing.
A trait that allowed infinite growth through near-death experiences?
A way to become stronger each time he was broken?
It was… powerful.
But also… dangerous.
How much would he be willing to endure?
His eyes lowered slightly, staring at his own hands.
He didn't just feel different.
He was different.
And now—
He had to decide how to use it.
Frieza simply watched.
Smirking.
Knowing that Raziel's path was only beginning.
The spaceship hummed softly, cutting through the vast emptiness of space as it journeyed toward Namek.
Inside—
A tense silence filled Frieza's throne room.
The air was still, yet charged with the weight of newfound possibilities.
Raziel's mind had been racing.
Processing.
Calculating.
And now—
He had come to a conclusion.
Then—
He nodded to himself, a small grin forming.
Raziel's Bold Proposal
Raziel nodded a few times, as if convincing himself.
Then—
His red-lined eyes flickered with excitement.
Raziel:"So… I just have to get beaten really hard, until I'm almost dead…"
His smirk widened.
"And I get a Zenkai?"
A pause.
Then—
"That easy?"
His head tilted slightly.
Then—his grin deepened.
"What are we waiting for?!"
He spread his arms slightly, looking directly at Frieza.
"I can heal myself with magic, I'm immortal, and I can revive!"
His tone was genuine, almost eager.
"I mean… do you have any saved-up rage you wanna let go?"
"Because I'm ready!"
"I'm the new punching bag of the moment!"
Then—
He moved his hands outward, gesturing toward his own torso.
His fingers spread, his palms inviting Frieza to strike.
A direct challenge.
A bold request.
Raziel's Perspective – The Excitement of Growth
Raziel:"If this is really… how you said…"
His smirk turned into something more… determined.
"This is like… some sort of blessing or something!"
His tail twitched slightly behind him, his instincts fully embracing this newfound knowledge.
"If I can be strong without needing magic…"
"How strong would I be if I had a powerful body and a powerful soul?"
His hands clenched slightly.
"I wouldn't need to use magic, unless when really needed!"
Then—
His eyes locked onto Frieza.
"I want to be strong!"
A short pause.
Then—
His grin returned, but this time— it carried something else.
Something taunting.
Something provoking.
"And also…"
"I know you have rage saved up!"
"Come on! For sure you have, don't you?"
His arms were still open.
His stance unshaken.
He was asking for it.
Daring Frieza.
Challenging him.
Frieza's Reaction – Amused or Infuriated?
Frieza's smirk remained, but his golden eyes sharpened.
His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest of his throne.
He was silent.
Observing.
Calculating.
Then—
A low chuckle escaped him.
"Ho ho ho~…"
Was this amusement?
Or was this danger?
The tension in the air shifted.
The soldiers standing in the room felt it instantly.
Something was about to happen.
Something Raziel may not be ready for.