The Destructo Disc sliced through Nappa like a hot knife through tofu.
It effortlessly cut through the energy barrier surrounding his body, through his hardened muscles and bones, cleaving directly across his waist.
The mocking grin on Nappa's face instantly froze.
His eyes widened violently.
His pupils shrank.
Slowly—
He lowered his head toward his waist.
A thin golden line appeared there.
Then the line rapidly widened into a crack.
Inside the opening, the cross-sections of organs were horrifyingly visible while blood erupted outward like a fountain.
THUD!
Nappa's upper body crashed heavily onto the scorched earth.
Dust exploded upward.
His arms still remained in a blocking posture, but all strength had already vanished from them.
Meanwhile—
His lower body twitched briefly.
His legs spasmed unconsciously.
Then collapsed heavily onto the ground several meters away.
The white severed section of his spine was painfully visible through the blood.
Krillin: "..."
Krillin stood frozen.
His mouth hung slightly open.
His eyes were wide in disbelief.
He still maintained the throwing posture of the Destructo Disc, his raised fingers trembling slightly.
I… succeeded?
I actually killed a Saiyan?
The thought surfaced slowly in his mind like an illusion he couldn't believe.
Krillin never expected the attack to hit.
And he definitely never expected the result to be this horrifying.
Now he finally understood the terrifying power of the technique—
And the gruesome scene it created.
Nappa's severed body convulsed violently inside the spreading pool of blood.
Using his elbows, he barely propped up his upper body.
Then stared blankly at his separated lower half.
Those legs that once supported him in battle now lay there like discarded garbage.
Nappa's pupils contracted violently.
His eyes filled with confusion and disbelief.
What… happened?
What kind of bizarre attack did that little bald guy use to cut me in half?
His thoughts struggled through the overwhelming pain.
He remembered the golden disc flying toward him.
Remembered trying to tank it directly.
Then—
Nothing.
No violent explosion.
No massive energy impact.
Only a cold sensation across his waist.
Then the world flipped upside down.
Then separation.
How… how is this possible?
What happened to my defense?
My energy barrier?!
I'm an elite Saiyan warrior!
My power level is over 4,000!
My body is tougher than steel—
How could it be cut so easily?!
Nappa couldn't understand.
Then the pain finally arrived.
A burning agony erupted from the severed wound like countless heated needles piercing his nerves.
Blood continued spraying outward.
His life rapidly drained away with it.
Nappa's vision blurred.
His ears rang loudly.
The world slowly spun farther away.
"You… deserved this…"
Krillin walked forward while staring at Nappa lying in the blood.
At the murderer who killed Yamcha, Tien, and Chiaotzu.
He gritted his teeth hard.
Every word squeezed painfully through his clenched jaw.
Filled with hatred.
And relief.
"Cough… cough…"
Nappa continued coughing blood.
Foamy red liquid spilled from his mouth continuously.
His life force weakened rapidly.
His breathing became shallow and frantic.
Using his remaining strength, he looked up at Krillin.
His eyes were filled with unwillingness.
Rage.
And deep beneath it—
Fear.
Then—
WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
Two streaks of light cut across the distant sky.
Piccolo and Gohan had returned.
The final Saibaman failed to escape after all.
Although it fled desperately, Gohan was far faster.
The young boy caught up quickly and vaporized it completely with a Kamehameha before it even had the chance to self-destruct.
Seeing Gohan return safely after winning his first real battle so cleanly, Piccolo finally relaxed.
He even patted Gohan's shoulder and quietly said:
"Good job."
Afterward, the two immediately rushed back without delay.
Piccolo had felt uneasy the entire time.
The moment they returned—
Both froze completely.
The first thing they saw was Krillin standing in a pool of blood.
His face was pale.
His body trembling.
Then they noticed Nappa—
Split cleanly into two pieces.
Upper and lower halves separated inside spreading blood pools while still twitching faintly.
Then their eyes moved farther away.
Toward Tien.
The three-eyed warrior lay motionless inside a shallow crater.
His left arm was missing.
The wound had already darkened with dried blood.
His eyes remained open—
Still staring unwillingly toward the sky.
Piccolo's expression instantly stiffened.
Gohan's face turned deathly pale.
He covered his mouth as tears rapidly filled his eyes.
"What happened here?"
Piccolo's voice became terrifyingly cold.
Every word sounded like it came from frozen ice.
"Gohan and I were only gone for a short while… how did another person die?"
Out of the three Earth warriors—
Only Krillin remained standing.
"It wasn't just one…"
Krillin clenched his fists tightly again.
His nails dug into his palms.
But he no longer felt pain.
Tears flowed uncontrollably down his face.
"T-Tien and Chiaotzu both died too…"
His voice trembled violently.
The usually cheerful bald martial artist now looked completely broken.
Only despair and grief remained.
Then Krillin explained everything that happened after Piccolo and Gohan left.
Every detail.
How Nappa ambushed Tien.
How he blew off Tien's arm.
How Chiaotzu sacrificed himself.
How Tien used the Tri-Beam before dying from exhaustion.
And finally—
How Krillin used the Destructo Disc to slice Nappa in half.
Every scream.
Every attack.
Every horrifying moment.
Krillin remembered all of it perfectly.
Those memories were carved permanently into his mind like knives.
Still—
Even Piccolo felt surprised that Krillin actually managed to kill Nappa.
Then suddenly—
All three remembered Vegeta.
The Saiyan Prince.
The enemy who arrived alongside Nappa.
The proud warrior Raditz had beaten bloody earlier.
"Where's Vegeta?"
Piccolo immediately scanned the surroundings.
His green face darkened.
"He was still here earlier…"
Krillin frowned while recalling the scene.
"Before Chiaotzu self-destructed, he was standing over there watching everything with his arms crossed… after that, I stopped paying attention."
"There!"
Piccolo suddenly pointed eastward.
His antennae twitched slightly.
"I can sense his energy!"
Very far away.
At least three hundred kilometers.
"Is that direction toward a city?"
Gohan asked worriedly.
"If he reaches a city and starts killing people… that'll be terrible!"
With Vegeta's 18,000 power level—
Destroying an entire city would take only minutes.
"Let's go. We have to stop him immediately."
Piccolo instantly rose into the sky.
Gohan and Krillin followed.
Three streaks of light shot eastward and quickly disappeared into the horizon.
Meanwhile—
Nappa remained lying in the blood.
His consciousness already fading.
He heard Piccolo and Gohan's voices.
He heard their conversation.
He even heard them fly away.
Can… can somebody save me?
His dying brain desperately screamed for help.
I think… I can still be saved…
"Blargh…"
Nappa coughed out dark blood mixed with organ fragments.
His body twitched violently like a fish thrown onto dry land.
His vision faded completely.
His hearing vanished.
Eventually—
Even the pain disappeared.
Clearly—
He was about to die.
Blood soaked deeper into the scorched earth.
His eyes remained open—
But all light had already vanished from them.
…
Kame House Island.
Everything there remained peaceful and quiet.
Because the island was extremely far from the battlefield.
Nearly on the opposite side of Earth.
No one here sensed the battle at all.
No energy waves.
No tremors.
Even the sky looked completely normal.
Broly sat cross-legged meditating on a large reef by the beach.
His breathing was calm and steady.
No aura leaked from his body.
He seemed completely merged with nature itself.
Nearby, Blanch trained together with him.
Master Roshi, meanwhile, was inside his room watching television.
A women's fitness program played on screen.
Young girls in tight exercise outfits bounced around energetically.
Roshi drooled shamelessly onto his shirt.
Launch was busy cooking in the kitchen.
Although the Gourmet Treasure Basin could create endless food, she still enjoyed cooking personally.
It was her hobby.
Broly and Blanch were training.
Roshi watched beautiful women.
She needed something to do too.
At this moment—
Broly's training had just reached a critical stage.
His consciousness was submerged within deep meditation.
He isolated himself completely from the outside world.
That was why he never sensed Vegeta and Nappa arriving on Earth.
His perception abilities were intentionally shut down during meditation.
Like a submarine turning off its sonar while hiding in deep water.
However—
The instant Broly ended his training—
His expression suddenly changed slightly.
Because he sensed familiar energies rapidly weakening…
Then disappearing completely.
Someone died.
Not just one person.
Yamcha's energy vanished.
Tien's energy vanished.
Chiaotzu's energy vanished too.
One after another—
Like candles being extinguished.
Broly's face darkened.
SWISH!
His figure vanished from the reef.
The next instant, he appeared directly inside the kitchen.
"Oh? Finished training already?"
Launch smiled while holding a spatula.
"Food's almost ready."
"Something may have happened over there. I'm going to check."
Broly's expression became serious.
"Okay. Come back for dinner."
Launch nodded gently without asking further questions.
Broly nodded once.
Then transformed into a streak of golden light and shot through the kitchen window toward the battlefield at terrifying speed.
A long golden trail stretched behind him across the sky like a reverse meteor.
The moment Broly arrived over the battlefield—
The first thing he smelled was blood.
A thick stench of blood mixed with burnt earth, ozone, and ruptured organs filled the air.
Disgusting.
He floated silently above the battlefield.
His eyes swept across the ruins.
Scorched earth.
Massive craters.
Broken rocks.
And corpses.
Yamcha lay inside a crater in the distance.
His body charred black.
Frozen in a struggling posture.
Tien lay nearby with one arm missing.
His eyes still wide open.
Chiaotzu's body was nowhere to be found.
Then—
Broly saw Nappa.
The Saiyan whose body had been cut cleanly in half.
Both halves lay inside nearly coagulated pools of blood.
His eyes remained open—
But completely lifeless.
Broly slowly descended.
His feet touched the ground softly without stirring even a single grain of dust.
He calmly looked around the battlefield.
Then finally asked:
"What happened here?"
His voice sounded calm.
But his eyes were icy cold.
Naturally—
Nappa didn't answer.
He was already dying.
Broly waited several seconds.
Then noticed Nappa's chest still moving very faintly.
Almost imperceptibly.
But still alive.
Saiyans truly possessed monstrous vitality.
"Did you kill those two?"
Broly asked again while pointing toward Yamcha and Tien.
Nappa coughed more dark blood.
His fingers twitched weakly.
That was all.
At this point—
He couldn't even hear Broly's voice anymore.
His consciousness had already faded beyond recovery.
Broly quickly realized Nappa was moments from death.
But that wasn't a problem.
He casually flipped his right hand.
A mysterious bronze basin covered in ancient patterns appeared instantly.
The Gourmet Treasure Basin.
A magical artifact capable of producing any food—
Including Senzu Beans.
"Treasure Basin, give me a Senzu Bean."
Broly spoke calmly.
FLASH!
Soft white light glowed from inside the basin.
Moments later—
A tiny green bean appeared and dropped into Broly's palm.
A Senzu Bean.
Broly flicked it lightly toward Nappa.
WHOOSH!
The bean flew directly into Nappa's mouth.
"You can still hear me, right?"
Broly spoke expressionlessly.
"Eat it. You'll recover."
Perhaps Nappa heard him.
Or perhaps survival instinct alone controlled his body.
But either way—
Nappa instinctively chewed and swallowed the bean.
Then—
A miracle occurred.
Nappa's dim eyes instantly regained focus.
Life exploded back into his body.
The severed wound around his waist began wriggling violently.
Bones regenerated visibly.
Muscles rapidly reformed.
Blood vessels and nerves spread like roots.
Skin covered everything moments later.
Within seconds—
Nappa's lower body completely regenerated.
Brand-new flesh.
No scars whatsoever.
"HUFF… HUFF…"
Nappa gasped heavily.
Then stared blankly at his restored body.
He touched his waist repeatedly.
Perfectly restored.
An overwhelming sense of relief flooded him.
I survived…
I ACTUALLY SURVIVED!!!
Then—
Nappa looked downward.
His face instantly darkened.
His regenerated lower body was completely naked.
He hurriedly crawled over to retrieve his old pants.
BOOM!
A blast of energy instantly vaporized his severed original lower half.
Not even ashes remained.
"That little bald freak… I'll kill him!"
Nappa trembled with rage.
But suddenly—
His expression froze.
Then transformed into disbelief.
Then wild excitement.
Because he noticed something incredible.
His power level increased.
No—
It had doubled.
A powerful new energy surged through his body like a volcanic eruption.
His muscles felt stronger.
His senses sharper.
His power level rose from around 4,000…
To nearly 8,000!
Nappa closed his eyes in ecstasy while feeling the transformation.
So this is what happens after recovering from near death?!
He was overjoyed.
8,000 power level!
Although still below Vegeta's 18,000—
It far surpassed his previous self.
Only then did Nappa finally notice Broly still standing nearby silently observing him.
Earlier, Nappa had been too excited about his newfound power to pay attention.
He turned toward Broly and grinned arrogantly.
"Kid, thanks for saving me! I'll generously reward you! Go ahead—tell me one wish and I might grant it!"
His voice overflowed with confidence and arrogance.
Earlier, while Broly was speaking, Nappa had already been half-dead and heard nothing clearly.
He only remembered swallowing some magical bean.
"How did those two die?"
Broly pointed toward Yamcha and Tien again.
His tone remained calm.
But coldness flashed deep within his eyes.
"What happened here?"
"Of course I killed them."
Nappa proudly folded his arms.
"They provoked me, so they deserved death."
His confidence had completely exploded after his power doubled.
That strange attack from Krillin?
Hmph.
Now that he knew about it, there was no way it could hit him again.
Broly narrowed his eyes coldly.
His gaze moved from Nappa—
To Yamcha and Tien's corpses—
Then back again.
The smell of blood seemed even heavier now.
"Hm? You're their ally?"
Nappa finally realized something from Broly's expression.
"Yes."
Broly nodded simply.
"Heh. Then you arrived too late. They're already dead."
Nappa laughed mockingly.
"Oh right—another little brat even self-destructed on me. He died while I remained perfectly fine! Funny, isn't it?"
He spoke casually.
Like he was sharing a joke.
Completely unaware he had already crossed a fatal line.
"Was that Chiaotzu?"
Broly's brows tightened further.
The surrounding air suddenly felt colder.
Just from stepping away briefly—
Three companions died.
Yamcha.
Tien.
Chiaotzu.
Krillin still seemed alive.
Piccolo and Gohan were likely chasing Vegeta.
But regardless—
Three deaths were already irreversible.
What exactly was Goku doing?
Didn't he say he'd handle Vegeta and Nappa himself?
I leave for a little while…
And somehow three people end up dead?
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