>>5965512https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M65QwnxHe6I“Haaaaaaaaaa! HAAAAAAAAAA!!” your mother shouts, her fiery divine power blazing.
“Whaaaat?! Vados, what in the world is going on?!” Champa shouts, turning to her than Cabba. “Cabba, you're a Saiyan! What is she doing?!”
“I have no idea! I've never seen a Saiyan do this before!” he replies, sounding genuinely panicked. But, as you look to them, see the coat-wearing warrior's eyes actually open, looking over to your mother. Yet, he seems somehow unimpressed, closing his eyes back after a moment. Once again you wonder what kind of power he possesses, as his power is still heavily suppressed.
“Wh-What is this power?” Frost asks, taking an uneasy step back. “What ARE you?”
“Heh. This is the form I fought against Lord Beerus with.” she says as her aura begins expanding and turning more and more transparent, quickly engulfing the entire interior of the dome. “This is Super Saiyan God.”
“WHAT?! Did she just say she fought BEERUS?!!” Champa screams, turning back to Vados. “Tell me I'm dreaming!”
“Oh my.” Vados says simply, your mother standing there relaxed as she faces down Freeza's alternate universe counterpart. “This could prove troublesome.”
“Do your best.” Meloka says, not taking her stance and simply staring down Frost. “I'll try not to break you, but there's no shame if you stand down now. My power is on a level you can't comprehend.”
“Get back on your feet, and never surrender!” Frost says, taking a fighting stance ready to charge forward. “The same advice I give my war orphans is the same advice that will carry me through today!”
Frost charges, launching into a fierce barrage of punches and kicks. His speed and power is impressive, his attack would have put you on the back foot if not completely overwhelmed you. Yet your mother doesn't even move, not flinching as he attacks. Despite his best efforts he cannot even so much as budge your mother, attacking for a solid twenty seconds. Then, suddenly his fist passes <span class="mu-i">through</span> your mother, passing through her afterimage with a stunned look on his face.
“Wh-?!” he starts, your mother slipping her left arm up behind his neck, locking the choke in with her right arm clamping on her left wrist. “Glrk!”
“It's over. Sleep.” she says, tightening the choke gently. You see the strain on Frost's face as she picks him up, carrying him by his neck as she flies toward the nearest edge. He tries pulling her arm away, but it's no use, then in desperation tries to swing back at her with his right. He can't even get a good angle, seemingly pressing his forearm to her face, rubbing it back and forth.
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