"Sorry… but I really don't know."
Son Goku cast a surprised glance at Son Gohan. He had no idea that Gohan's strength came from Gran's guidance—he simply assumed it was Piccolo's doing.
"Still playing dumb?"
Vegeta threw his head back and laughed. "I thought I'd never have a chance to become a Super Saiyan in this lifetime. But now, seeing the power you and your son possess… it's obvious—you're hiding something!"
Goku fell silent.
"At first, I had no intention of killing you," Vegeta continued, his expression twisting into something feral. "But if you still refuse to talk… then you're all going to die!"
At this point, even if Gran himself stepped in and swore that Goku didn't know the method to become a Super Saiyan, Vegeta wouldn't believe it.
One was convinced the answer existed.
The other truly had no answer to give.
The situation had reached a deadlock.
"Then come and try!"
Goku didn't bother explaining further. After their earlier exchanges, his blood was already boiling with excitement.
Whoosh!
He moved first—striking before Vegeta could react. In an instant, the barren land erupted with thunderous collisions. The sheer force of their battle made the entire Earth tremble.
High above in the sky.
Beerus folded his arms, watching Vegeta closely. "Not bad. That guy's got real combat instincts. His martial foundation is rough, yet he can still keep up with Goku."
Whis nodded. "Indeed. But after a year and a half of training, Goku's potential has finally exploded. His power level has reached five million. Vegeta, on the other hand, lacks both refined technique and raw power in comparison. He won't win in the end."
Gran listened quietly from the side.
When it came to Goku, he hadn't intervened personally like he had with Piccolo and Gohan. Instead, he had simply nudged Goku's path back toward its original trajectory.
In the original timeline, Goku only gained ninety thousand power level during his month-long journey to Namek. Now, with an additional five months of training, he had reached five million.
Even Gran found that unexpected.
"Gran, there's something off about your fellow Saiyan's fighting style," Beerus said, frowning slightly.
"You mean how he likes to hold back and test his opponents first?" Gran replied with a faint smile.
"Exactly. He clearly has the strength to defeat his enemies, yet he refuses to go all out immediately. Always probing, always holding something back… it's a bad habit."
Beerus shook his head. "That kind of mindset will cost him dearly one day."
Gran couldn't help but think of future battles—Gohan against Cell, Vegeta's arrogance, Gotenks' recklessness, even Goku's mistake against Golden Frieza…
"There's no helping it," Gran said with a helpless smile. "That's just the Saiyan nature."
Saiyans were infamous for their recklessness—unless pushed to the brink, they rarely changed.
In this world, perhaps only Future Trunks lacked that flaw.
"Hm… Goku's son is about to die," Whis suddenly remarked.
Bulma's heart skipped a beat. Unable to see the battlefield clearly, she grabbed Gran's arm anxiously. "Gran, please—save Gohan!"
She didn't care about Vegeta, but Gohan was different—he was her best friend's son. She couldn't bear to watch him die.
"This is their battle. I won't interfere."
Gran shook his head, then glanced down at Piccolo. "Don't worry too much. Piccolo hasn't made his move yet."
In the original story, Piccolo had died at Nappa's hands. But now, with a power level of three million—twice that of Nappa—this time… he shouldn't fall.
On the battlefield.
BOOM! BOOM!
Goku and Vegeta had formed one battlefield, while Nappa faced off against the rest of the Z Fighters.
Raditz, having changed over the years, chose not to participate.
On Nappa's side—
"Hahaha! This is fun, this is fun!"
The bald giant was mercilessly toying with a small figure—
Son Gohan.
Though Gohan's martial foundation surpassed Nappa's, his power level of 500,000 was still far too low compared to Nappa's 1.5 million.
"Hurry up and tell your father to reveal the secret of becoming a Super Saiyan," Nappa sneered. "Or you're going to suffer."
His fist slammed into Gohan's cheek, sending the boy flying.
Nappa chased him instantly—closing the gap in a flash. Just as Gohan was about to hit the ground, Nappa drove his knee into Gohan's abdomen.
"Pff!"
Blood burst from Gohan's mouth as the impact launched him skyward.
"GOHAN!!"
Seeing this, Krillin's fury exploded. "If you've got the guts, try taking this!"
He raised one hand, forming a spinning disc of energy.
"Destructo Disc!!"
Whoosh!
The razor-sharp disc tore through the air, its violent rotation whipping up raging winds.
Nappa, still pursuing Gohan midair, suddenly noticed the glowing disc flying toward him.
"A bunch of trash," he scoffed, arms crossed. "Even if I stand still, you couldn't break my defense—"
"NAPPA, DODGE!!!"
Vegeta's furious shout echoed from afar.
Nappa froze.
That little bald human only had a power level of 3,000—why would Vegeta tell him to dodge?
Still, out of instinctive obedience, he tilted his head slightly.
Slash!
The Destructo Disc sliced past his face, leaving a thin line of blood.
The sting made Nappa's pupils shrink violently. His heart began pounding uncontrollably.
What… was that technique?
A mere 3,000 power level—and it nearly killed him?
"Damn it… good thing Vegeta warned me, or I'd be dead!"
Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.
He had only intended to toy with them. Out of respect for Raditz, he hadn't planned to kill anyone.
But now...
Killing intent surged in his eyes.
On the ground.
Krillin caught the falling Gohan, teeth clenched. "What do we do? We're completely outmatched!"
Yamcha glanced at the other battlefield, despair written all over his face. "Goku's tied up with that short guy… we're finished!"
Tien Shinhan tore off his shirt, revealing his bare upper body. "Get ready. From here on… we fight with everything we've got."
END OF CHAPTER
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