“What are you doing?” Frieza screamed, sensing the sudden drop in Goku’s energy. “You’re wasting your power!”
Five minutes left.
Goku stood amid the rubble, his Super Saiyan hair a stark gold against the dying light. Across from him, Frieza—or what remained of him—trembled. Half his skull was missing, his tail severed, his body a patchwork of cuts and fury. But his eyes still burned with the arrogance of a tyrant who refused to understand defeat. dragon ball z 68
“You think you’ve won, monkey?” Frieza spat, blood spilling from his fractured jaw. “The planet is dying. You die with me.” “What are you doing