Chapter 8: The Final Battle

            Gohan was suddenly on the top of a mountain, which he guessed to be Mt. Koarna-sul. He looked around him and saw Frieza, as confused as he was.

            “Where am I?” Frieza asked out loud.

            “On the top of Mt. Koarna-sul,” Gohan said.

            Frieza whipped around.

            “Oh, a monkey. How nice of you to tell me where I am. Now would you please be so kind as to tell me how I got here?” Frieza said.

            “You were brought to fight me…and I will win. It’s no matter who brought you here…” Gohan said.

            “You’ll fight me and win? You have quite an imagination, boy!” Frieza laughed.

            Gohan smirked and dropped into his fighting stance.

            “Come on…let’s see what you can do,” Gohan said.

            Frieza smirked and disappeared. Gohan was knocked to the ground a second later, and then pinned.

            ::Nice! Let him get you right away! Great job, Gohan!:: Vegetasei mocked in his head.

            “My, my, we have a handsome one on our hands here,” Frieza said to himself. “Yes, quite beautiful. You know that, boy?”

            “Yeah, now would you mind getting your smelly, ugly face away from me? Thanks!” Gohan said, kicking Frieza in the chest, sending him straight up.

            Frieza stopped himself mid-air and smiled.

            “Very good, pretty little Saiyan. Now you can see what happens when I do this!” Frieza chuckled, his eyes gleaming with murder.

            He began to power up…a lot. Gohan watched in amazement as Frieza began to transform himself from the tiny little lizard thing to a big hulking lizard thing. He smirked and looked down at the young half-Saiyan, power leaking from his every word.

            “So, what do you think of me now, beautiful one?” Frieza said, his voice now a deep, chilling baritone.

            “Ok…so you got fatter. So what?” Gohan said, hiding his little tinge of fear. He wiped all that away and just stared at the Tsiru-jin hanging in the air above him.

            “Insolent little—“ Frieza began, but cut himself off.

            Calming down, he said, “If you are going to be rude, maybe you should be taught some manners. Here, let me show what manners are,” Frieza said, putting up his hand to get ready for a blast.

            Gohan looked up and saw what was about to happen. Not waiting for Frieza to kill him, he flashed out of the way and to just behind Frieza’s back.

            “Wow,” Gohan said. “You smell really bad!”

            Frieza growled and would have attacked Gohan had be not been thrown to the ground. Gohan had put his hands into a big fist and jammed into Frieza’s neck.

            Frieza, now on the ground muttered to himself, “Still he outdoes me. I might have to go all the way at this rate!”

            Gohan waited, still floating high above Mt. Koarna-sul. He watched as Frieza stood up. The Tsiru-jin’s power began to rise, though, once again. Gohan floated down, his eyes wide with disbelief, as Frieza once again transformed.

            He came out as this…thing. It was nothing like any of his other forms. His head was long and spiky, and he had no nose. He had a muffled, creepy voice that was worse than those before.

            “So, anything you’d like to say before I kill you?” Frieza laughed.

            “Ummm…yeah, I think there is. You. Are. A. Complete. Dumbass,” Gohan said, pausing between each word.

            Frieza, no longer caring to control himself, charged Gohan. The two matched perfectly. Each blow Frieza threw, Gohan threw one equally powerful and fast.

            But one of them wasn’t showing his full strength.

            Frieza and Gohan began to throw the punches harder and faster, each trying to penetrate the others defenses. Gohan was having fun, actually, but Frieza…

            Frieza could barely fly now. Gohan was too much for him.

            “Wait! If you let me transform once more, you will get a challenge. I know you’re Saiyan…your blood calls to you, it begs you for a fight,” Frieza said, knowing exactly what spots to hit.

            “Fine then…a challenge for me,” Gohan said. Then he added, “Finally.”

            Frieza smirked. He began to power up to his full form.   

            A big light burst out of Frieza, throwing Gohan back into a wall of ice. When the light was gone, Gohan looked up at the final form of Frieza.

            He was small. He was about five feet tall at the most and very puny. His tail was the only thing on his body that seemed dangerous…except for the air about him. It reeked of death.

            “So, my final form,” Frieza said, all-too-calmly.

            “It’s better than you’re other ones, I’ll give you that. You must be very fast,” Gohan said, forgetting for a moment that this thing was his enemy.

            “Thank you. Would you like to take it for a test run? I’m not quite used to it yet,” Frieza offered.

            “Alright!” Gohan said, flashing out of sight.

            Frieza was caught off guard. Gohan slammed his fist right through Frieza’s shoulder, a big wound now exposed. Frieza took no notice of it, though, and whipped around, his tail wrapping about Gohan’s neck.

            “How does it feel?” Frieza hissed in Gohan’s ear. “Being beaten…”

            “It’s just fine. Good air, nice view,” Gohan mocked, but stopped when Frieza tightened his grip on the Saiyan’s neck.

            “You would make such an amazing plaything…I think I’ll keep you,” Frieza purred, his fingers stroking Gohan’s cheek. Gohan tried to bite Frieza’s hand but he pulled it away.

            “Feisty little thing! Well, that’s makes it all the bet—“

            Frieza couldn’t finish as Gohan blasted a hole in his stomach.

            “You really should pay attention!” Gohan said, loosened from the death grip of Frieza’s tail.

            “I am going to repay you for all you’ve ever done!”

            Gohan put up his hands.

            “Byebye lizard!” he sneered, and blasted Frieza. There weren’t even ashes left over.