svetikya Chapter 293 The Arrogant Vegeta
Chapter 293 The Arrogant Vegeta
On King Kai's planet, the atmosphere froze instantly. King Kai's expression was grave, and he shook his head slightly, his tone full of helplessness: "Namek has already exploded and completely disappeared into the universe. Even if Goku and Krillin are resurrected with the help of the Dragon Balls, they will only be in the vast universe. In that lifeless, oxygen-free, and cold environment, they will die again instantly after being resurrected."
Yamcha's eyes widened, his face filled with shock and disbelief, his hands clenching involuntarily: "What? How could this be?" He paced back and forth, anxious but helpless.
Tien Shinhan, his thick brows furrowed, strode up to King Kai, knelt on one knee, and looked up to ask, "Lord Kai, with your abilities, are you truly unable to offer any assistance?" His voice was strained, and his eyes were full of expectation, hoping that King Kai could offer a way out.
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Sunlight dappled across the forest lawn as Vegeta threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing through the woods and startling a few birds. A smug smile played on his lips as he slowly rose to his feet, his military boots stomping heavily on the grass, kicking up a cloud of grass clippings.
Vegeta crossed his arms and strode confidently toward Gohan. Every step he took was filled with confidence and arrogance, as if the entire world was under his control.
"This is wonderful! Isn't this exactly what I wanted? Frieza is dead, and Kakarot has also perished. From now on, I, Vegeta, am the strongest in the universe!" Vegeta's voice boomed, carrying an undeniable domineering aura that echoed through the forest for a long time.
Vegeta looked down at Gohan, his eyes filled with arrogance, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Remember this, from this moment on, the entire universe will be under my rule, Vegeta's rule!"
Son Gohan's face flushed red, his teeth clenched so tightly they were grinding, his fists clenched so tightly his nails were almost digging into his palms: "My dad will definitely come back safely!" His voice was firm, filled with an unquestionable belief, and his eyes were fixed on Vegeta with burning intensity.
Vegeta leaned down slightly, his gaze fixed on Gohan's eyes, his eyes filled with coldness and disdain: "What, do I have to repeat myself? Your father is dead, stop having unrealistic fantasies!"
Vegeta straightened his body, threw his head back, and let out a wild laugh. He looked down at Gohan with an arrogant gaze that seemed to say, "Submit to me now! You have Saiyan blood, and you should inherit the Saiyans' ruthlessness and courage."
As soon as he finished speaking, Vegeta pointed a finger and tapped Gohan's forehead hard. Gohan instinctively tried to back away, but was intimidated by Vegeta's powerful aura and couldn't move. Vegeta's lips curled into a strange smile, and he slowly said, "I think you're alright. From now on, you'll be my godson and follow me to conquer the universe!"
Gohan's face instantly turned purplish-red, his chest heaving violently, and his eyes burning with fury. He suddenly raised his hand and slapped Vegeta's arrogant finger away with a loud "smack," his voice trembling slightly with anger: "My dad will definitely come back safely! He will absolutely be alright!"
Instead of getting angry, Vegeta threw his head back and burst into a deafening laugh that echoed through the forest, startling the leaves into falling to the ground: "Hmph! How long are you going to keep deceiving yourself? Kakarot is dead!"
Gohan trembled with rage, his teeth grinding together. With a roar, he stomped his feet and charged at Vegeta like a cannonball, his right fist whistling through the air, aimed straight for Vegeta's face. Vegeta, a sneer playing on his lips, dodged Gohan's attack with ghostly speed.
Due to the excessive force, Son Gohan was unable to stop in time, stumbled forward, and fell heavily to the ground, rolling several times on the grass, his body covered in grass and mud.
Bulma's pupils contracted sharply, her face filled with anxiety. She shouted at the top of her lungs, "Stop it!" Before she finished speaking, she took a step forward to rush over. Piccolo reacted quickly, his arm as strong as steel blocking her way. He said in a low voice, "Don't be impulsive. Let them vent their anger."
Vegeta wore a mocking smile as he looked at Gohan, who had just gotten up from the ground, and said in a teasing tone, "What, little guy, still not convinced? Planning to keep getting beaten up?"
Son Gohan's chest heaved violently, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He took a deep breath and roared with all his might, "My dad will definitely come back safely!" Before the roar had even faded, he charged at Vegeta again like an angry calf. His arms moved rapidly, his fists whistling through the air as he rained down attacks on Vegeta.
Vegeta remained calm, a disdainful smirk playing on his lips. He stood firmly on the ground, as if rooted to the earth, his hands moving with effortless grace, deflecting wave after wave of attacks from Gohan. Each block was accompanied by a vibration in the air, producing a dull thud.
Gohan's eyes turned bloodshot with rage, his aura grew increasingly violent, and his fists swung with tremendous force. With each roar, his fighting power skyrocketed. Vegeta initially scoffed and mocked him, but gradually, his smile froze, replaced by a hint of panic.
Just as Vegeta momentarily lost focus, Gohan seized the opening, leaning forward like a cheetah, his right fist whistling through the air as it slammed heavily into Vegeta's cheek with lightning speed. With a muffled thud, Vegeta's head snapped to one side, and a trickle of blood spurted from the corner of his mouth.
Before Vegeta could even react, Gohan pressed forward, raising his left leg high, muscles taut, and delivering a powerful kick to Vegeta's abdomen like a cannonball. The immense impact sent Vegeta flying several meters before he crashed heavily onto the grass.
Vegeta pushed himself up from the ground, his battle suit covered in dust, his hair disheveled. He coughed a few times, and bright red blood seeped from between his fingers, dripping onto the lush green grass, forming gruesome spots. Despite this, the fighting spirit in Vegeta's eyes burned even brighter. He stared intently at Gohan, hissing, "I didn't expect... you brat, you actually have some skills!"
Vegeta pushed himself up with one hand, slowly standing up, his eyes filled with resentment. He stretched out the back of his hand and fiercely wiped away the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth, staring intently at Gohan, his voice low and tinged with anger: "Hmph! I've been holding back because you're still young, but you've taken advantage of it!"