"Um, this Namekian is about to die." Heles sighed, a hint of complexity flashing in her eyes. She shook her head again, her tone carrying a trace of disdain, "What a foolish guy, sacrificing his own life for others, it's simply not worth it."
Soya did not speak, only quietly watched the scene within the crystal ball.
This was a famous scene from the Dragon Ball world.
Every detail was worth appreciating slowly, no need for excessive words.
"My brother still hasn't arrived? How slow." Raditz was clearly on Son Gohan's side now, his brows slightly furrowed as he pondered, "Suddenly I feel that Nappa guy is really evil. After we go back, I'm going to teach him a lesson to vent my anger, let him know what kindness is."
"I think that works." Soya nodded, not objecting, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
Raditz rubbed his hands together, clenching his fists which made cracking sounds. He immediately revealed an expectant expression, as if already imagining the scene of teaching Nappa a lesson.
After going back, he would teach Nappa a lesson, let him taste some power.
"However, you probably won't have the chance to teach this world's Nappa a lesson. If nothing unexpected happens, he's going to die soon." Soya added, his tone calm.
"It doesn't matter, then I'll teach our world's Nappa a lesson. He's not a good guy anyway." Raditz shrugged, looking completely indifferent.
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Seventh Universe, Earth.
High in the sky.
Vegeta and Nappa from Soya's world hovered in the air, looking down from above at the battle below, their expressions varied.
Nappa suddenly shivered violently, his body trembling involuntarily. A trace of unease flashed in his eyes.
Why do I have a bad premonition?
It feels like something bad is going to happen to me?
I'm not going to get beaten up, am I?
Nappa muttered to himself internally.
"What?" Vegeta glanced at Nappa sideways, his tone carrying a hint of impatience, somewhat displeased with Nappa's abnormal reaction.
"No... nothing... maybe the wind is a bit strong." Nappa shivered, gritting his teeth as he replied, not daring to tell the truth.
"Hmph, that Namekian is really too weak, can't withstand a single blow." Vegeta snorted coldly, his eyes full of contempt, completely indifferent to Piccolo's sacrifice.
"Y... yes." Nappa quickly nodded in agreement, "This world's me just attacked casually and killed him. He was too fragile."
"Who says otherwise?" Vegeta grunted twice, his tone carrying a hint of pride, "And this world's me hasn't even made a move yet. I don't believe that guy called Kakarot can defeat this world's me. That's simply wishful thinking."
"To be honest, I don't believe it either. That Kakarot doesn't look like much." Nappa replied, continuing to butter up Vegeta.
"Then watch carefully, see how this world's me deals with him." Vegeta suddenly became interested, a flicker of anticipation flashing in his eyes.
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Below.
"Uncle Piccolo... why did you save me? It's not worth it." Son Gohan lay next to Piccolo, tears streaming down his face, his voice choked with sobs. His small hands tightly gripped Piccolo's clothes.
"Gohan, run away quickly, leave this place, don't worry about me." Piccolo said weakly, his breath growing fainter and fainter, his face pale as paper.
"You must not die. Dad will be here soon. He will definitely save you." Son Gohan sobbed, tears blurring his vision, "Please, don't die, Uncle Piccolo."
"Tch! That idiot! You messed up my order. Originally, Kakarot's son was supposed to die first." Nappa felt somewhat annoyed, pouted, his face showing displeasure, "Well, it's all the same anyway. Sooner or later, they all have to die."
"Really pitiful. The great Demon King Piccolo actually protecting a child..." Piccolo laughed at himself mockingly, a hint of relief in his eyes, "So lame! Heh heh heh!"
Son Gohan was at a loss, just kept shedding tears, not knowing what to do.
"That's because you two, father and son... your kindness influenced me, made me understand something different." Piccolo showed a gentle smile, his eyes full of affection, "Gohan, now only you are talking to me... The past few months spent with you were very pleasant... You must not die, Gohan! You must live well!"
As he said this, Piccolo slowly closed his eyes. A tear streamed down from the corner of his eye. He completely lost his breath.
"Ah... Uncle Piccolo!" Son Gohan cried out in shock, letting out a heart-wrenching wail. The grief in his heart surged like a tide.
While in extreme grief and indignation, Son Gohan's combat power was also continuously rising. A powerful aura emanated from his body, a faint golden light shimmering around him.
"Masenko!" Son Gohan stacked his hands together, gathering powerful energy in his palms. A dazzling light illuminated the surrounding sky.
"Combat power 2800! Truly incredible!" Vegeta looked at the scouter in his hand, somewhat surprised, "These guys' combat power really is unpredictable. To actually increase this much in such a short time!"
"2800? How is that possible? How can a child have such high combat power?" Nappa was a little shocked, his face filled with disbelief.
"Boom!"
A stream of energy flame shot towards Nappa like a meteor at extremely high speed, carrying all of Son Gohan's anger and sorrow.
Nappa snorted coldly, a disdainful expression on his face. He abruptly slapped it away, his movements relaxed and casual, directly swatting this energy aside.
"Boom!"
The energy released by Son Gohan smashed into the distant ground, making a loud noise. It left a bottomless large crater on the ground, dust billowing.
Son Gohan panted heavily, his body swaying unsteadily, feeling waves of exhaustion.
The previous attack had almost exhausted all of Son Gohan's strength.
"This kid... not very old, yet possessing such powerful combat power. This is quite interesting." Nappa rubbed his wrist, his brows slightly furrowed, "I didn't expect it to actually make my hand ache!"
"Combat power dropped sharply, probably because he used up all his energy just now." Vegeta looked at the data on the scouter again, understanding in his heart.
"It's no use, Gohan... you've already done your best." Krillin lay not far away, weakly muttering. Looking at Son Gohan's state, his heart was filled with worry.
"Uncle Piccolo, I'm really sorry. I didn't defeat the opponent. I don't even have the strength to escape." Son Gohan looked back at the already deceased Piccolo and gave a bitter smile, his eyes full of despair.
Nappa, however, stepped forward. The heavy footsteps approached step by step, getting closer and closer to Son Gohan. A cruel smile appeared on his face.
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