Back on Frieza's spaceship, the Ginyu Force members held their breath.
"Why? Why are there two Super Saiyans?! Have Saiyans really gotten this strong?"
"Can Lord Frieza win? These Saiyans are terrifying!"
"Don't be stupid! Lord Frieza just killed a Super Saiyan! This one will be no different!"
But after that shout, a strange silence fell over the ship.
Then, someone spoke up, voice trembling:"Wait… why isn't that Saiyan dead yet? Since when can Saiyans survive in outer space?"
The entire bridge gasped.
That's right!
Planet Tivi had already been destroyed. They were now in the vacuum of space.
So how… how was that Saiyan still alive?
Out on the battlefield, Frieza realized the same thing.
He stared at the approaching Lynx in disbelief, shouting:"Why?! Why aren't you dead?! Saiyans can't survive in a vacuum!"
"Ordinary Saiyans can't. But I'm no ordinary Saiyan…" Lynx's voice carried through the drifting gases.
"I am… the legendary Super Saiyan."
"Hmph! Don't make me laugh!" Frieza sneered. "Do you think I'd believe such nonsense?"
But then his enhanced vision noticed something—A faint energy barrier surrounded Lynx's body.
Frieza guessed it correctly: it was a natural energy field, a bloodline instinct granted by Lynx's legendary Saiyan heritage.
"Well then! If the vacuum won't kill you, I'll do it myself!"
Frieza vanished and reappeared in front of Lynx, slamming a fist into his stomach.
Bang!
But to his shock, it felt like punching a steel wall. Lynx didn't budge. Frieza's own hand ached.
"That's it?" Lynx said coldly. "Frieza, aren't you hiding one more transformation? Use it. Or are you going to repeat your mistake—falling before me without even using your full power?"
There was a fire in Lynx's eyes now—cold, but burning.
He wasn't angry just because Frieza had killed Hanasia.
He was furious that Frieza hadn't fought her head-on, but destroyed the planet instead.
"My woman… killed by a coward's tactic? Not on my watch."
"Come on, Frieza! Show me your true strength! I'll defeat you honorably—for everyone you've murdered!"
"Why should I use my full strength on some Saiyan monkey?!"
Suddenly, evil energy erupted from Frieza's body. White aura flared as he began battering Lynx with a flurry of punches.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
No sound in space—but the ripples of Frieza's blows shook the very vacuum.
"Go, Lord Frieza!"
"Lord Frieza is invincible!"
The aliens on the ship cheered madly as they watched the battle.
Only Ginyu remained silent—face pale, slowly backing away.
As the strongest fighter aboard, he could tell—despite the onslaught, Lynx was unharmed.
The difference between them was overwhelming.
"So this… this is the power of a Super Saiyan?"
"Impossible! How is this possible?!"
After throwing over a thousand punches, Frieza saw the truth: not a single scratch on Lynx.
"My power level is three million! Why can't I hurt you?!"
Hearing that, Lynx's brows lifted slightly.
Frieza suddenly backed off and shouted,"Fine! Damn you, monkey! You want my full power? You'll get it!Prepare to tremble—my final form has a power level over 100 million!"
"Haaah!"
With a dark blast of energy, Frieza's body began to morph and transform.
To Lynx, it looked disgusting—bones twisted, muscles tore, blood surged out.The transformation was grotesque.
What Lynx didn't know was that, unlike the original Frieza, this version hated using his final form not because of power loss control…
…but because it was agonizing.
Frieza had been rebuilt after his defeat—reconstructed from his first form using alien cybernetic tech. While the engineers had ensured transformation remained possible, his body was no longer whole.
Every shift in form brought unbearable pain.
Especially the final form.
That's why even against Hanasia, Frieza had only used his third form—and when she proved stronger, he had chosen to destroy the planet rather than transform again.
But now, facing Lynx—who could survive in space—Frieza had no choice.
He had to endure the pain.
"Haahhh…!"
The swirling energy finally burst—revealing Frieza's final form.
Sleek. Compact. Gleaming white armor skin.
He panted hard, sweat pouring down his face.
"At long last! Saiyan! This… is the form you've been dying to see!"
Raising one finger, Frieza sneered,"And I'll let you in on something—my power level now is over 100 million!"
Lynx's face finally broke into a smile.
"One hundred million? Frieza… never thought you'd be the type to brag."
"Hm?!" Frieza's face darkened. "What do you mean by that?!"
"Heh," Lynx chuckled. "Tell me, Frieza. How exactly do you know your power level is over 100 million? As far as I know, the best scouters in your army maxed out at 2 million."
"W-What…?"
"You heard me." Lynx's smile grew colder.
"Frieza, don't tell me that one hundred million is just a guess. You don't actually know your true power level, do you? You just made that number up, didn't you?"
Frieza's face froze.
Lynx's voice turned razor-sharp.
"In fact, I've been watching your fight. Based on everything I've seen—your real power level… is only around 11 million."
"One-tenth of what you claimed."