Dragon Ball Z 68 <TESTED>

“You think you’ve won, monkey?” Frieza spat, blood spilling from his fractured jaw. “The planet is dying. You die with me.”

But Goku was already rising into the air, his hand outstretched toward the single floating Dragon Ball. The other six lay buried under lava, frozen in time, or clutched in the dead hand of Vegeta. It didn’t matter.

Far away, in the ruins of a dying starship, Frieza’s severed torso floated through the void, preserved by his own malice. And somewhere deeper in space, a small pod carrying a black-haired man with a broken body drifted toward an uncharted asteroid.

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

“He didn’t wish to escape,” Piccolo said quietly. “He didn’t wish to beat Frieza. He wished for us to be somewhere else. And the Dragon Ball answered.”

“I know,” Goku said softly. “That’s why I’m not wishing for us to live.”

The ground split between them. Magma erupted. Namek’s final convulsion began. “You think you’ve won, monkey

The white light exploded outward.

“What are you doing?” Frieza screamed, sensing the sudden drop in Goku’s energy. “You’re wasting your power!”

Goku looked up, and despite the exhaustion, he grinned. “Yeah. That’s the point.” The other six lay buried under lava, frozen

And then Goku understood.

“But the Dragon Balls are scattered! Porunga can’t—”

The explosion was silent in space.

He closed his eyes, feeling the familiar pulse of Instant Transmission—not for himself, but for the wish. He had learned the technique on Yadrat, but he had never attempted this .

They were safe. Frieza stared at the empty space where the Earthlings had been. His jaw went slack. “Impossible… without the dragon… without a ship…”