Both Frieza and Piccolo vanished at the same time. A chain of blast waves littered the environment. Dancing around one another, the two fighters only became apparent once they collided and slowed down at last. The sparks of lightning flying off of both combatants lit up and slashed through the gloomy evening sky while the bursting shock waves toppled down one ancient pillar after another. Overcome by the pressure, a temple building blew its roof off with a pressurized airwave that released all the pent-up tension in the atmosphere.

Piccolo and Frieza popped in and out of vision, one landing a blow over the other. However, whereas Frieza looked positively amused by the battle, Piccolo looked far more serious. Whenever Piccolo's elongated hand gained the distance advantage and slammed into Frieza's face, it barely registered a scratch, but every blow Piccolo skipped left the Super Namekian with a bloody scrape or a dirty tear.

The ceaseless collision turned more and more brutal as the warriors started smashing each other through environmental obstacles with Frieza driving Piccolo's face through stone pillars and slamming him through the temple sections still intact while Piccolo swung Frieza about caught by the tyrant's tail, slamming him about until Frieza wrestled away and the usual explosive standoff continued.

After an explosive nova of power split both combatants apart, both Frieza and Piccolo struggled against the forces of inertia to dash right back at their opponent with Frieza getting to it first. His dashing fist dug into Piccolo's jaw, knocking the sense of life out of him for a snap there and extending the Super Namekian's neck to unruly lengths. Emphasizing on his advantage, Frieza devastated Piccolo with a combination of wild strikes and kicks with little thought or planning behind them–just a pouty space baby throwing a tantrum and showing the nasty insect underneath his boot how gifted nature made him.

Frieza finished his combination of strikes, exploiting the opening with a power left. The tyrant cradled himself while rampant, pink aura flowed freely and sent the surrounding temple site into a cataclysm of earthquakes and shifting ground. Lightning crackled from stormy skies above while Frieza straightened his back out and raised his right arm with a psycho smile of his black lips. The devastating aura around Frieza concentrated all around the fist he had raised up, and thus the cruel emperor extended his clutched fist into an open palm and raised it over his head.

A booming explosive wave of purple and black oozed out from underneath the central temple wing, leaving nothing of note out of the building but a massive, abyssal crater from where the Death Storm came. Piccolo clutched himself, realizing that the impending attack was too massive and overwhelming to dodge at the late point he recovered from, and thus the wave of absolute power swallowed him whole. The grunts of the Super Namekian spread through the area, making Frieza lick his lips in amusement as he observed scraped and now cape-less Piccolo float over him, panting in pain while smoke lingered off of his heated and stressed body.

"What's the matter? You had all that spirit earlier. You even had the absolute arrogance to look down on me! I'll have you know that in this form my personality is a lot less elegant and negotiating than before. I fully intend on making you swallow every word that left your filthy, slug mouth!" Frieza lowered his guard and looked up to Piccolo, enjoying the moment of advantage that he had over his opponent while Piccolo finally mustered up the stamina to breathe out and calm the flow of his Ki.

"Humph..." Piccolo grumbled as he rolled his wrists around in training, taking off his tattered turban and tossing it aside. "You did power up. The way you are now, you'd probably cause Son and Chayote a heap of problems. I suppose I'll have to take this matter seriously."

"What's that? Are you saying you weren't fighting with full power until now? You're bluffing. Big fat good this lie will give you. It'll just make me more irritated and prolong your inevitable death, Namekian!" Frieza hunched over and threw his clenched fists to the side, unfurling his wild power as a booming aura of Ki.

"That's right. Just like you, I keep most of my power reserved. If you were a skilled fighter, you'd have been able to sense it. When a fighter fights with full power, their stamina rapidly decreases all throughout the battle. My Ki hadn't been decreasing all that much, except from all the successful hits you've landed so far. Then again, without that scouter thing on your eye, you're utterly incapable of tracking anyone. You can power up as many times as you want–it's meaningless because you won't be able to find Gine or the others," Piccolo proclaimed as he followed suit and hunched his body over, stretching his arms out to the side and letting the tension of battle take him over as veins popped out over his biceps, his pecks and his forehead. His features became more savage, Piccolo's fangs sharpened, and his expression seemed meaner than before. A crystal-clear aura enveloped the Super Namekian, forcing his power to surge to heights easily matching those of Frieza's own.

"Well, that's just all the hidden potential I've been saving in me, inherited from my predecessor fusing with Kami, I suppose. After fusing with Nail I didn't need most of that power," Piccolo smirked after his surging Ki stopped shaking the ruined ground beneath him just as suddenly as it started. "It should be more than enough to beat you around until I feel like I've had enough and I can leave you to pick your scattered teeth."

"You Namekian insect, I'll kill you! Death Wave!" Frieza raised his right hand, turning his entire body sideways and forming a round sphere of purple Ki in his palm that blasted out as a devastating Ki wave, splitting the skies and careening toward Piccolo. The wave detonated in a round and smoky explosion that sent the entire artificial wells of water up into the air and left the water to rain down alongside the pelting storm of pebbles.

"Is that the best you've got?" Piccolo muttered, lowering his cross-shaped block and peeking from behind it with a cocky look. Frieza's expression twisted in seething hatred as the two vanished again, colliding with each other a few more times as they continued to exchange blows and kicks, traveling and dashing around in lines, each attempting to gain distance over their opponent but neither gaining enough of a foothold to accomplish much. After the two delivered their best hooks to each other's jaws and stumbled back, riding the thunderous shock wave they've caused, this time it was Frieza who appeared more worn out and panting.

"I can't believe it. Nobody except my clan could match me in this form. I barely ever needed to use it..." Frieza smirked, accepting the fact that this Namekian was taking him out for a ride even after his transformation.

"Already out of breath? You should work on your endurance some more..." Piccolo rolled his head about by stretching his neck before returning to a fighting stance. "The way you are now, you've hit a dead-end, punk."

The Super Namekian blinked out with a snap, vanishing up right in front of Frieza and shocking the space emperor with the boom of his speed as Piccolo delivered an overhead strike that utterly smashed the emperor's face in and left it a wet, drooling with cherry-shade blood mess while the injured Frieza writhed and stumbled back in mid-air attempting to recover from this painful and crushing blow. Piccolo hunched his upper body over, crossing his arms over while placing his hands on his shoulders. Escalating power growth within the Namekian's body translated into a white outline resonating outward from his body while golden thunder blasts lashed out in all directions like heavenly arrows looking to punish some lowly miscreants.

"Get gone, you fool!" Piccolo straightened his body out as he raised both his arms over his head, a flash of blinding light expanded outward in a growing dome of all-white oblivion that was quick to envelop the writhing and whining tyrant and overwhelm Frieza with its unmatched power. Piccolo roared as he sent more and more Ki out from his body, losing control and surrendering himself to the expansive wave of destruction that reduced the surrounding scenery to nothing but cratered ruins. His own muscular shape became one with the washing wave of white as rocks, buildings, all structures, natural or otherwise, became dust and debris and the skies cried with an infernal vortex of clouds as the luminosity of Piccolo's technique overwhelmed the night itself.

Piccolo's Hyper Explosive Demon Wave didn't stop expanding until it had consumed the entire region and then it simply beamed off into the skies, taking off into space where it disappeared as a blink a whole galaxy away, out of sight and out of mind as the ultimate detonation of the blast decimated a handful of lifeless worlds light-years away. Dust and smoke washed away, cast aside by the turbulent gales picked up by Piccolo's own technique that revealed panting Piccolo who only wiped the slobber off his lip with the back of his wrist and returned to a fighting stance, waiting for a sign of life from his opponent.

Frieza was lying on his back, covered in bruises. The right side of his face had been singed off a tad worse than the left, and half of his tail had been missing, gobbled up by the blast. The fool had such shoddy Ki control that despite his maddening power he wasn't able to channel it right throughout his body, leaving some areas of his body better protected than the rest. Seeing the high and mighty space emperor hissing in pain and wheezing painful gasps from his chest didn't leave a speck of sorry in Piccolo's chest. Still, the Super Namekian sensed powerful Ki still within Frieza. His blast had settled this fight, but Frieza still had more than enough Ki to tangle and prolong the inevitable.

"They haven't returned yet. It's taking those two way too long!" Piccolo grit his fangs as his face let out a few angry twitches while his attention lingered back to his fleeing clone and Gine. "At this point, I'll end up killing this pompous ass."

"I... I must commend... Commend you... Namekian..." Frieza wrestled against his own injuries and the forces of gravity themselves to return to his feet. Despite his best attempts, he merely returned to one knee. Ironically enough, it was the same position he challenged Piccolo with all of his inherent smugness just a few minutes earlier when he first adopted this form. "I haven't... Ever thought that someone from outside my family could push me to transform further than my 2nd form."

"Transform further?" Piccolo dropped his fleeting focus on Gine and his clone and the rest of the crew waiting to take off and focused back on Frieza. "Don't tell me...!"

"That's right, I still have two more transformations to go through and each one of them is more dangerous, also lavishly more powerful than the last," Frieza exclaimed as he rose to both feet and pointed two fingers to Piccolo, making the V-shape with his index and middle fingers as if proclaiming that these two transformations would bring him victory. Frankly, with the drastic spurt in power the last transformation granted Frieza, Piccolo wouldn't really be willing to bet against the emperor's odds here. "What's the matter? Have you now realized what you got yourself into? You should have just let me have my way with that Saiyan woman and make her pay for the insolence of her annoying ape of a husband. It's too late for that now, but I'll still let you work for me if you ask for my forgiveness and grovel on your knees. You'll still have to kill your Earthling friends, prince Vegeta too. Of course, you'll also have to bring that woman to me, just to prove you mean your loyalty to me. You can't just trust the word of mongrels, monkeys, and insects of other kinds these days."

"Heh, you made that offer sound kind of attractive when you asked me to kill off that heap of trash Vegeta, I won't lie. But I've already tried killing the rest of them, and repeating my act would just feel boring. Plus, I now inherit the spirits, power, and minds of both the Namekians of Earth and the mightiest warrior of Planet Namek. Groveling before a little sniveling shit like you would belittle not just me, but the entire Namekian race, and I just won't have that!" Piccolo exclaimed, preparing to attack Frieza the very moment that he tries to transform. The last time his transformation took more than a few seconds, giving him ample window for attack. It's dangerous to attack your opponent during their power-up as you can't be sure just how much Ki they'll surging with and when exactly their power-up will complete, you may as well be charging into a trap or a feint like that. Still, it was better than to see this cocky amateur transform again.

Frieza vanished in a snap, Piccolo hadn't expected his opponent to attack him instead of going for the transformation he looked so proud of so he wasn't fully ready for defensive action. Still, he was faster and much stronger than his opponent right now, so nothing that Frieza would have done should have worked on him. The ground underneath Piccolo's own feet shifted and a platform of ruined stone hurled out with more and more rocks, dislodging from the unstable crater and pelting at Piccolo as it formed a cocoon of stone held together by psychic energy. With a chilling shriek, Frieza's horn punched a hole through the stone and Piccolo felt the taste of blood in his mouth. Piccolo had built up his Ki beforehand, so the wound was shallow, but the horn still made it through.

Deepening the wound while continuing to build up on the psychic prison he built around Piccolo, Frieza yanked his head about, rocking the stone planetoid he was forming before kicking it away with an overhead kick and firing another Death Wave at it once it had flown sufficiently far away. Frieza had been a deceiving and conniving snake, Piccolo should have really known that he'd suspect Piccolo's own deception after having written the book in slimy tactics himself and that he'd create the perfect conditions for his transformation first.

The cruel tyrant waved his arms back while hunching over and releasing a surge of power from deep within in his body. Piccolo grit his teeth and shook his head while plummeting inside of the crater of Frieza's making. The Super Namekian recovered the fastest he could and hurried to rise back up to confront the transforming sovereign. Frieza may have spoiled Piccolo's interruption, but he won't spoil his welcoming party. Piccolo raised his right arm and stretched out his index and middle fingers. This time he'd charge his Special Beam Cannon for the entirety of Frieza's own transformation and punch a hole straight through the bastard's heart, killing him on the spot and preventing any further transformations.

The aura around Frieza became smokier and gained a blood-red shade with a significant, ink-like black outline while jolts of crimson electricity translated the tension in the emperor's body just right. While Frieza's shape became less tangible and difficult to make out, because of a radiant flash surrounding his every feature as it prepared to change its shape once again, Piccolo's own Ki skyrocketed as he concentrated all of his power at the very tip of his fingers shooting out jolts of purple and chartreuse shades.

The cackling tyrant crossed his arms over himself and under his armpits before raising them over his head and yelling out a curdling shriek while long spikes burst out from his back, made of the same bio-material as the armor he donned over his chest and head. Frieza's shoulder pieces lifted, taking a sharper and less slick appearance as they widened and grew longer. The fleshy changes were the last to take place, as Frieza's fleshy sections bulked and tensed up, becoming riddled with popped-out veins as it seemed as if though Frieza's jaw tried to run away from its master's mouth. The upper and back sides of the tyrant's head began pushing its limits and staying there. One twitch and growth spurt at a time.

Frieza's nose disappeared completely. His entire skull structure had changed drastically, making it as if his skin has just been stretched over the perfectly round facial front of the emperor's skull. The painful process of transformation had whited out Frieza's eyes as his skull continued to change its shape more and more, Frieza's horns changed with the white bio-material covering the black horns completely and bending to the back to make them slicker and fitting to the rest of his growing, oval-shaped skull shape.

Once the transformation was complete, the most brutish and most physically imposing and spiky form of Frieza's yet greeted Piccolo with a fishy-like smile stretching out throughout the entire lower section of his face. Frieza's skull had taken an oval, extremely unnatural shape while his nose had molded with the sovereign's mouth, giving the ground for origins of something resembling a fleshy beak. The space emperor now had two pairs of horns adorning his much more massive head, sticking out from the side and covered in the white bio-material that covered most of his body. Because of the immense size of his oval-shaped head, Frieza stood in a hunch.

"Congratulations, Namekian, you're the first to ever see this form," Frieza mumbled with a grimy and grumbly tone. A result of him lacking a proper nose in this form.

"Heh, I've seen all manners of demons and scumbags all across the universe. You'll fit just fine down where I'm sending you! Special Beam Cannon!" Piccolo roared out, thrusting his two fingers out with a charged-up, drilling beam of energy surrounded by a coil of Ki that provided it with even greater overwhelming potential to blast through any body and any defense. Piccolo's ace technique drilled merely through the air and decimated a mountain far away in the distance.

"Huh? Just what is it you were firing at?" Frieza's murky tone made a cool wave wash down Piccolo's back as the tyrant looked down at the Super Namekian from up above him, high in the sky in the same ugly stance he started in. When did he move? How could he be so fast with such a cumbersome and impractical body shape? "Don't tell me... Don't tell me you were firing at me with that attack? Oh my, have we been fighting for so long that you've become senile? I am terribly sorry, I'll put you out of your misery without skipping a beat."

Piccolo clenched his fists and grit his fangs at the cackling menace of the transformed Frieza, hanging over his head and laughing it up. This was Frieza's preferred status quo, Piccolo knew it from how the emperor acted this whole time. To take a transformation that was so ridiculously more powerful than anything the opponent offered and then just beat them down mercilessly and without providing them with a glimpse of hope. It was too bad for the arrogant fool that Piccolo still hadn't shown all of his tricks or exhausted anywhere near his entire strength.

Still, with how dangerous to his stamina it might have been tapping to his full power, it was for the better to only use it when the situation absolutely called for it. If he used King Kai's Fist now, he'd just burn up his body and leave himself helpless and open for when Frieza inevitably takes his ultimate form just to torture him further. As hard as Piccolo found it to accept it, he might just be counting for his clone and Gine to reach the spaceship soon so that he can start working on surviving this encounter rather than the impossible task of slapping this pouty space emperor into some humility.