“…Believe me! He already killed the rest of my crew! Now he’s going to kill all of us and destroy Planet Vegeta!”
Cursed with intermittent visions of the future, Bardock knew that the only hope (if a small one) of preventing his planet’s destruction was to convince everyone else to ally with him and take the fight to Frieza. If Frieza really was fearful of the saiyans despite his own strength, then an army of saiyans might stand a chance against him.
But upon hearing Bardock’s words, the bar, raucous even on the best of days, bursting into simultaneous laughter. Bardock furrowed his brows. He knew that this was likely to happen, but actually experiencing it filled him with frustration.
One saiyan jeered out, “Planet Vegeta, destroyed? Don’t be ridiculous! Lord Frieza would never do such a thing! You sure you didn’t just have a bad dream?”
“You… idiots! You pieces of shit! I’m done asking anything of you! All of you can go to hell!”
“All of us, Bardock?” A woman’s voice towards the back of the bar turned every head in its direction. The members of Bardock’s squad were minor celebrities, so a number of the bar’s patrons could recognize them. Bardock’s eyes widened as the woman walked up to him. It was Fasha, alive and well. Her pink undershirt had some cuts in it and her hair was a bit scuffed, but she was otherwise no worse for wear. She even seemed to gain a fair bit of muscle from the last time he saw her.
Despite the bar now being silent, Fasha still raised her voice. “Listen up, assholes! I’m here to tell you that everything Bardock said was true! Frieza does want us all dead! And if we don’t band together, the saiyan race will be extinct!”
Fasha paused, giving some time for her words to sink in. Everyone there had heard of Bardock’s squad biting the dust (though the official report neglected to say what killed them), so they were more than a bit surprised to see one of them making it out alive.
Taking advantage of the silence, Bardock whispered in Fasha’s ear. “Fasha, I… I thought you were dead.”
Fasha chuckled and whispered back. “I don’t blame you. I thought I was gonna die too, but I barely managed to hold on. In fact, Dodoria’s attack seemed to… awaken something within me.”
Before Bardock could ask her what she meant by that, the bar patrons returned to their laughter, just as loud as before.
From the crowd, a saiyan woman shouted to Fasha and Bardock. “Oh, come on! You’re one of Bardock’s lapdogs! Of course you’d say he’s telling the truth! You two still haven’t given us any reason to believe that!”
Bardock became, if anything, even more angry than he was before. Even with someone backing him up, these fools still refused to see the obvious (obvious to him, at least). This anger was replaced with surprise, however, as he saw Fasha seemingly unaffected by that remark. In fact, a small smirk floated on her face.
“Just what I was waiting for,” thought Fasha.
Fasha suddenly grit her teeth and closed her eyes, seemingly in pain, as all of her muscles tensed up. Seeing this made the bar patrons fall silent once again. But Fasha was nowhere near done.
It started from her calves. Already large for a woman, even one who was a soldier, they instantly ballooned outward until they were as big as a muscular man’s thighs. And the muscles of her calves were well-defined, almost like a mountain range. Her feet also grew in size, not that you could tell through her super-stretchable boots.
The growth moved upwards to her thighs, which now made even her calves seem puny. Wider than most trees, they seemed like a single stomp would reduce a continent to dust. Normally, their girth would prevent her from so much as walking, but as her muscles grew, so did her height and width, granting her legs ample room to move.
As her legs expanded, so did her upper body. Her torso spread out in every dimension, and if anyone could see through her armor, they would see eight abdominal muscles the size of bricks. Her arms bulged outwards, with shoulders that could be confused with pauldrons, biceps easily as big as her head, and forearms that were nearly as big. Her neck now resembled that of a bull. The, as the final change, her breasts became as big as her mighty biceps, with her butt roughly the same size. Both her breasts and butt expanded instantly, as if to ensure that, despite the gargantuan muscles, no one could confuse her for a man. It was a good thing that Frieza Force armor could stretch to insane sizes, or else she would be totally naked.
Her head was the exact same size as before, making her nine foot, massively muscular frame seem even larger than it actually was. The only change anyone could see was that the hair on her head spiked upwards and had turned a peculiar shade of yellow-green. Oddly enough, her tail, still wrapped around her waist despite the added girth, still retained its old brown color.
She opened her eyes, revealing that they were completely white with no pupil or iris. Now that she was done powering up, Fasha calmly placed her arms at her side. The bar sounded quitter than silence, as everybody stared slack-jawed at the transformation that occurred before them. Bardock was just as surprised, but he was relatively good at hiding it, as he was barely managing to keep his stoic expression on.
Fasha then spoke to the bar’s patrons. “I’m sure you’ve all heard of the legend of the Super Saiyan. Some say it’s just an old story told to comfort those chafing under Frieza’s rule. Well, as you can plainly see, the Super Saiyan is no longer a legend! With the Legendary Super Saiyan by your side, how about we all show Frieza that the saiyan race is not one to be taken lightly!”
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