"A parallel world without Soya?" Vegeta silently pondered, his heart filled with curiosity about this Saiyan named Soya.
"By the way, in our world, the boss has already become the new king of Planet Vegeta, and Frieza has also been defeated." Raditz added further, his tone full of pride.
"You... what did you say? Defeated Frieza?" Vegeta's pupils contracted violently, and he couldn't help but exclaim in shock, his face written all over with astonishment.
Frieza's power had always been Vegeta's nightmare. He never expected someone could actually defeat him.
"That's right." Raditz nodded. "That's all that needs to be said. Take care."
"Also, a piece of advice for you. You better defeat Kakarot for me. Don't embarrass me!" Little Vegeta gave his other self instructions before leaving, a hint of command in his tone.
After the words fell, Raditz and Little Vegeta quickly left, leaving only the still dazed Vegeta staring at the starry sky in a trance.
That Soya from the other parallel world... has already defeated Frieza?
Is he that powerful?
Could his combat power already be over a million?
"Lord Vegeta... what do we do now? Do we still go look for the Dragon Balls?" Nappa had no idea what to do, asking carefully.
"Hmph, since they won't interfere in our battle, that's even better!" The corner of Vegeta's mouth curled up into an increasingly brilliant smile, his eyes flashing with the light of ambition. "As long as we find the Dragon Balls on this planet and gain immortality, we can also defeat that guy Frieza. Then the entire universe will be ours!"
"Truly worthy of Lord Vegeta. That's a good plan, so amazing!" Nappa nodded vigorously, looking at Vegeta with an expression of worship.
"Let's go!" Vegeta said no more, turning and quickly flying downwards, his goal clear.
Nappa followed closely behind, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
...
Below.
In the training area where Piccolo and Son Gohan were, the surroundings were dense mountain forests, the air filled with the fresh fragrance of grass and trees.
"Uncle Piccolo... why did they just fly up into the sky? Did something happen?" Son Gohan was puzzled, tilting his little face up to look at Piccolo.
Piccolo: "..."
Piccolo was also a bit confused, not sure what was going on.
The energy fluctuations in the sky just now were very strange, sometimes strong, sometimes weak.
A brief silence.
Piccolo's expression turned somewhat grim, because he sensed that two other powerful energy reactions had just appeared in the sky.
"Do they have accomplices?" Cold sweat broke out on Piccolo's face, his face turning pale with fright. If that were really the case, they would be even harder to deal with.
Son Gohan was even more terrified, trembling and clutching the hem of his clothes tightly with his small hands.
"They're coming this way!" Piccolo heightened his guard, his entire body muscles tensing, ready for battle.
"Yes... yes!" Son Gohan trembled violently, his voice even carrying a tremble, but he still forced himself to stand there.
"The other two have left! Their energies have disappeared too!" Piccolo looked up at the sky and breathed a sigh of relief, then encouraged Son Gohan. "There's nothing to be afraid of. We are much stronger than a year ago. We can definitely defeat them!"
"Yes... yes, we definitely can!" Son Gohan nodded vigorously, a hint of determination appearing in his eyes.
"Is something coming from that direction?" Piccolo suddenly felt something flying towards them from another direction, very fast. He quickly turned his head to look, his eyes alert.
"Whoosh!"
Krillin flew swiftly from the distance like an arrow leaving the bow, landing steadily beside Piccolo and Son Gohan, stirring up a slight breeze.
"Is... is it a Saiyan?" Son Gohan was startled and immediately raised his guard, adopting a fighting stance.
"Hi, long time no see, Piccolo." Krillin greeted with a smile, a friendly expression on his face.
"It's you! Hmph, what are you doing here?" Piccolo asked lightly, a trace of impatience in his tone, but no real hostility.
"I'm here to join the fight too, of course. I've improved my skills quite a bit." Krillin smiled, patting his own chest. "Chi Chi called and told us about Goku."
"Hmph, will any other fools come here too?" Piccolo asked blandly. Although he called them fools, there was still a trace of expectation in his heart.
There is strength in numbers.
"Yes, everyone will definitely come. I'm the closest, so I arrived first. The others should be here soon too." Krillin nodded, his tone very certain.
"I remember now. You're from Grandpa Kame's place... Brother Krillin, right?" Son Gohan suddenly realized, his eyes lighting up.
"Ah... I'm Krillin. You're really sturdy, just like Goku when he was little." Krillin smiled at Son Gohan, a touch of affection in his eyes.
"Dad often talks about you. He says you're small but very strong, one of his best friends." Son Gohan replied, a pure smile appearing on his face.
"He says I'm small? How rude. How tall does he think he is!" Krillin snorted, grumbling with an unhappy expression, but the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, clearly not really angry.
"Can you fight with me? With you here, I feel much safer." Son Gohan looked at Krillin, his eyes full of expectation, feeling much more secure with one more person.
"But you must have suffered a lot training with someone like Piccolo, right? He doesn't look like a gentle teacher." Krillin asked with a smile, a hint of teasing in his eyes as he looked at Piccolo.
"Well, but Uncle Piccolo is a good person. He taught me a lot of things and made me very strong." Son Gohan nodded, speaking earnestly.
"Stop chatting. They're here." Piccolo's voice was low, cutting off their conversation, his eyes fixed intently on the sky.
Son Gohan and Krillin immediately looked up and saw two figures appearing in the sky, flying swiftly towards them. Their powerful auras made it hard to breathe.
It was Vegeta and Nappa, who had rushed over.
"They're the Saiyans, right? Their energy is so strong!" Krillin clenched his fists tightly, sweat breaking out in his palms. His face turned somewhat pale, but his eyes were firm.
Vegeta and Nappa descended from the sky, landing opposite the three, stirring up a cloud of dust. Their powerful presence made the surrounding trees sway slightly.
"What are you doing here?" Piccolo questioned coldly, his eyes full of vigilance and hostility.
"That voice..." Vegeta snorted, his gaze locking onto Piccolo. "You're the one who killed Raditz, right?"
"Voice?" Piccolo was taken aback, not understanding what Vegeta meant.
"Didn't Raditz say? This thing can be used as a communicator. We heard your conversation back then." Vegeta pointed to the scouter worn on his glasses, a hint of mockery in his tone.
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