"Great, Goku won." Bulma jumped up in delight when she saw Goku defeat Frieza.
"Goku really is still the strongest among us." Krillin proudly raised his clenched fist, grinning happily over Goku's victory against Frieza.
"Kakarot..." Vegeta's expression was complicated, his pride gone. Frieza's death at Goku's hands was certainly worth celebrating, but seeing that the one who had killed Frieza was not himself, but Kakarot—the weakest Saiyan of them all back then—inevitably stirred complicated feelings within him.
It was even harder to put into words than being afraid your brother would suffer, yet even more afraid he would end up driving a luxury car.
His talent had clearly been poor from birth. Even when Frieza saw Goku's spaceship escaping Planet Vegeta, he had not bothered to stop it. So how had he ended up killing the Frieza Vegeta had long dreamed of killing?
Vegeta felt gloomy and miserable.
"Son Goku, you..." Piccolo could not help curling the corner of his mouth. He watched Goku with both fists tightly clenched and silently made up his mind. It seems I still haven't worked hard enough. I'll have to train even more crazily if I want to catch up to him.
"Frieza is dead! Well done, Goku!" Tien Shinhan clenched his fist excitedly and punched the air hard, delighted that Goku was unharmed and that he had eliminated Frieza, that great villain of the universe.
Chiaotzu and Puar also jumped up happily. Puar accidentally jostled the unconscious Yamcha several times, then quickly steadied himself in alarm and continued treating Yamcha.
Nail nodded slightly.
"What is Goku doing? Does he want to challenge that hairless cat?" Bulma had barely finished celebrating when she saw Goku flying toward He-El.
Everyone immediately turned their attention back to Goku.
Surrounded by a blazing aura, Goku flew