Goku’s spirit bomb, his last hope for survival, had apparently annihilated Freiza.  Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

“What?” Piccolo asked.

“How?” a very shaky Krillin asked.

    Freiza brought his tail up to his face.  His evil smile turned into a frown.  His teeth were under great pressure.  His body tensed up.

“Uh, what happened to his tail?” Krillin asked, suppressing a very dangerous laugh.

“Are you making fun of me?” Freiza asked.  “Look what you did to my tail!”  The ground shook from Freiza’s shout.

“No, mister Freiza,” Krillin rapidly said.

“You stupid human,” Freiza said.  A smile crossed his face.  He let his tail fall behind him.  He pointed his right index finger at Krillin.

“Oh, no!” Piccolo said, as the purple beam shot from Freiza’s finger.

“Help….” Krillin cried.  His request came too late, for the beam had already burned a huge hole in his chest.  His eyes rolled back and then he fell to the bloody ground.

“Krillin!” Goku and Gohan shouted at once.

    Freiza laughed a little, and then pointed at Goku.  He shot.

    Piccolo screamed in pain as he fell to the ground, everything below his shoulders a bloody mess.

“Piccolo,” Gohan softly said, picking himself up off of the ground, where Piccolo had shoved him and Goku.

“Two down, two to go,” Freiza happily said.  He pointed at Goku, again.

“I won’t let you get away with this,” Goku strained.  His face tightened and he looked at the ground.  The planet began to shake and rocks lifted into the air.

“Krillin, Piccolo,” Gohan mumbled.  He looked at his father and Freiza.

“I am not going to give you time to power up, monkey!”  Freiza laughed maniacally.  He gathered the energy and then shot.

“No!” Gohan shouted, watching his father’s decapitated body fall to the ground.

“Your turn kid!” Freiza called.  “I guess you are the last Saiya-jin.  Do you see any Super Saiya-jins around?” Freiza asked.  He laughed even harder.

“You jerk,” Gohan mumbled.

“Don’t call me names, punk!” Freiza shouted.

“You stupid, evil, mean, freakish, ugly…”

“Enough!” Freiza shouted.  “Quit calling me those names!  Do you want a painful death, Gohan, right?”

“I am going to tear your cold heart out and force you to eat it,” Gohan said.

“Big threats for a shrimp,” Freiza said.

    Gohan’s eyes turned white.  A white aura surrounded him.  He charged Freiza, destroying the ground where he had been standing.

    The evil tyrant coughed up blood as Gohan’s fist planted itself four inches into Freiza’s stomach.  Gohan stared into Freiza’s cold, confused, angered eyes.

“What the heck?” Freiza, gasping, asked.

“Masenko-punch!” Gohan shouted.  His fist, the one in Freiza, began to glow blue.

    Freiza winced in pain as the gathering energy burned him.  The lizard looked down at Gohan and saw the blood running from his own stomach.

“I am going to crush you, brat!” Freiza growled.

    Gohan pushed his fist farther into Freiza, causing the villain to scream.

“Fire!” Gohan shouted.  The energy around his fist, and that which made up his aura, exploded from his hand.  A golden explosion sent Freiza flying through the air, leaving a trail of blood.

    Gohan, who had been flying in order to get a better shot at Freiza, fell hard to the ground.  Freiza, after traveling several miles, also fell.  He skipped across the ground before coming to a stop face down.

    Gohan was unconscious but unharmed.  Freiza, from falling on his face, had a broken nose.  Several of his ribs had been broken.  Worst of all, his stomach had been completely reduced to ash.  A steady flow of blood was pouring from the hole.

“I am going to kill that kid,” Freiza murmured.  Gathering his energy, he stood up.  “I am going to torture him first!”  Freiza blasted off towards Gohan, his purple aura boiling his flowing blood.

“Look at the power increase!” a voice said. 

“What the heck?” another voice asked.

“Looks like Freiza got hurt,” the first voice said.

“I guess it was a good idea to follow the Ginyu Force.  Shall we just watch the fight?” the second voice asked.

“If Freiza gets into trouble, son, we go in,” a third voice said.  “Only then.  I don’t want him to get mad at our interference.”

    The ship slowly approached Planet Namek.

“I am coming guys!” Bulma thought, as she raced across the beaten Planet Namek towards her friends.  “I hope they got Freiza!  That last attack really knocked me back!”  She made the air-scooter go even faster.