Chapter 37: The Evil Super Saiyan

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Frieza stood silently, waiting for Turles' answer. His crimson eyes bore into the Saiyan as if he were a mere insect beneath his gaze. Turles, bruised and battered, struggled with his pride, unsure of what to say. The temptation to submit clashed with the overwhelming humiliation he had just endured.

Minutes passed in agonizing silence, with Turles still unable to make up his mind. Frieza's patience, however, had its limits. With a quiet sigh, he turned away and began walking across the barren landscape, not sparing Turles another glance.

Realizing that his indecision had cost him a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Turles' heart pounded with desperation. His body, barely able to move, forced him to grind out a single word. "Lord... Frieza!" he shouted, a painful but clear sign of his submission.

But Frieza didn't stop. He continued walking, each step deliberate and calm, ignoring Turles' plea. Turles' desperation only grew as he dragged himself upright, fighting against the pain that wracked his broken body. His blood, hardened by the hours spent on the ground, made his movements sluggish and torturous, but still, he limped after Frieza.

For what seemed like hours, Turles followed in the emperor's footsteps. The terrain was rough and unyielding, the winds harsh against his bruised skin. Each step felt like a battle in itself. Turles' pride was shattered, but his survival instinct kept pushing him forward.

Frieza never once acknowledged his presence. He simply walked in silence, leading them deeper into the vast, desolate land. By the time the emperor finally stopped, Turles' body was on the brink of collapse. He struggled to stay standing, his breath ragged, his muscles twitching from exhaustion.

Frieza turned slowly, his face adorned with a mocking grin. "Hohoho, no wonder I felt something pathetic trailing behind me," he said with his iconic laugh. "It was a monkey!"

Turles lowered his head in shame, the sting of the insult cutting deeper than any physical blow. He knew he had no choice but to endure this humiliation. His survival depended on it.

Without a word, Frieza raised his palm. From thin air, a senzu bean appeared in his hand. The same method he had used to retrieve the Tree of Might's fruit came into play here, using Instant Transmission in reverse to pull the bean from the real Frieza's training chamber.

Frieza tossed the bean toward Turles, who caught it mid-air, his mind clouded with confusion. "Eat," Frieza ordered, his tone sharp and commanding.

Turles, too weak to question, obeyed. The moment the bean touched his tongue and he swallowed, his injuries healed in an instant. His strength returned, his energy surged, and a powerful zenkai boost ignited within him. He clenched his fists, feeling the power coursing through his veins. "What... what is this miraculous medicine?" he asked, astonished by the immediate recovery.

Frieza's smile faded, replaced by a cold expression. "We will be training here for the next few months," he said simply, ignoring Turles' question.

Turles' brow furrowed in confusion. "Training for what?"

Frieza's eyes gleamed with malevolent intent. "To see if the Evil Super Saiyan can be more than a myth."

Turles' heart skipped a beat. "Evil... Super Saiyan? What does that mean?"

Frieza's expression darkened. "Your worst nightmare," he replied with a wicked grin, "and my future sword."

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The scene shifts to the real Frieza, who remained in his private chamber, surrounded by a continuous onslaught of energy clones. Twenty identical versions of himself attacked relentlessly from every direction. Each clone was perfectly controlled, their strikes precise and deadly. Frieza, in his base form, dodged and countered without using his conscious mind, relying purely on instinct.

His body twisted and moved fluidly, avoiding energy blasts and lethal punches with practiced ease. But the challenge was not just the fight, Frieza was also focused on compressing and merging his ki and spirit simultaneously. His clones attacked him in sync, pushing him to the limits of his endurance.

Around the chamber, the air vibrated with the energy of their battle. The room was specially designed to contain Frieza's immense power, reinforced with the strongest materials in the universe. Glowing control panels monitored the output of his clones and his own movements, adjusting the difficulty to push him further.

Frieza's frustration simmered beneath his calm exterior. Compressing his ki to a level beyond the atomic was difficult enough, but merging it with his spirit was proving nearly impossible. He could feel the energies resisting, pushing back against each other with every attempt.

The room was lit by the sharp flashes of energy as Frieza parried a series of rapid strikes, his tail lashing out to knock one of the clones into the chamber's wall. His movements were fluid, precise, and yet each failed attempt to merge his energies left him irritated. His focus was split between the battle and the intricate process within him.

Frieza's mind was like a steel trap, controlling both the external fight and the internal struggle with relentless precision. His ki compressed into a dense, glowing point within him, shrinking to a size smaller than an atom, denser than a collapsing star, purer than any material in existence. But the moment he tried to merge his spirit with it, the energies unraveled.

With a sharp intake of breath, Frieza lashed out with a burst of power, disintegrating half the clones around him. His focus snapped entirely to the process within him. His spirit energy was too fluid, too difficult to control. The moment it touched his compressed ki, it dissipated, slipping through his grasp like sand.

Sweat dripped down his brow as the remaining clones continued their assault. Frieza blocked a series of rapid strikes, spinning mid-air to counter with a powerful kick that sent one of the clones crashing into the chamber floor. He needed to maintain focus, but the constant failure gnawed at him.

The chamber's walls hummed with the intensity of the battle, the energy from their clash swirling like a storm. Frieza's senses were sharp, his mind calculating each movement, but the challenge of mastering god ki remained his true obsession.

With a frustrated growl, Frieza threw his hands out, destroying the last of his clones in a single burst of energy. The room fell silent, save for the hum of the chamber's systems. Frieza stood in the center, his chest heaving with exertion, but his expression remained unreadable.

He had come closer than ever before, but he still wasn't there yet. God Ki was within his reach, but the path to it was littered with obstacles that would require more than just power to overcome.

Frieza took a deep breath, calming his mind. He could not afford to lose control. This was just another challenge to be conquered. His empire was expanding, his enemies were falling one by one, and soon, he would achieve the ultimate power.

He closed his eyes, allowing the calm to settle over him once more. His clones reappeared, surrounding him in perfect formation, ready to resume the attack. Frieza opened his eyes, his focus sharpened, and the training continued. He would not stop until he reached the pinnacle of power.

As the battle within the chamber resumed, the universe outside bent further to Frieza's will. His plans were moving forward, and soon, nothing would stand in his way.