The Game of Two Great Races

On the battlefield.

"King Cold, your life ends here."

At that moment, Vegeta arrived on the scene and threw a punch straight at King Cold.

The corner of his mouth curled upward, revealing a sinister grin.

In the next instant, Vegeta's figure vanished from where he stood.

"Vegeta, you sly bastard."

Son Goku saw his prey being snatched away.

He too charged at King Cold.

"Petty trick. I see you."

King Cold's face tensed with vigilance as he threw a punch forward.

Neither of them played dirty; both chose to meet force with force.

Though in the anime, King Cold died at the hands of Future Trunks, his battle power was far from weak.

Boom!

Their fists collided, producing a dull, heavy thunderclap.

A terrifying shockwave surged outward, but King Cold's body stood motionless, as if rooted to the ground.

Vegeta, however, was sent stumbling back a dozen paces.

Boom!

With another thunderous crash, Son Goku joined the fray, his fist slamming into King Cold's eight-pack abs.

But the blow had no effect; instead, Son Goku felt as though he had struck a solid steel plate.

"Hit, hit, hit!"

He unleashed the Wolf Fang Fist, raining relentless blows on King Cold's abdomen.

[Ding, Battle Power attribute 1000 dropped ahead.]

[Ding, Battle Power +10,000 dropped.]

As the battle erupted, a system prompt rang out in Son Gohan's mind.

He watched the fight with keen interest.

"Is this all you've got? Like scratching an itch for me."

King Cold looked at Son Goku with a mocking expression.

He grabbed Son Goku's arm, twisted it a hundred and thirty degrees, and hurled him at the charging Vegeta.

Vegeta twisted his body in an odd maneuver, dodging the incoming Son Goku.

He then unleashed his true strength.

A fierce aura erupted from his body.

He was cloaked in a white aura.

Vegeta wanted to grind King Cold into the dirt, to prove his own superiority.

"The gap in power is too great?"

"Twenty-fold Kaio-ken."

Seeing his attacks had no effect, Son Goku made a decisive choice.

He activated a twenty-fold increase in battle power.

A red aura enveloped Son Goku's body.

His speed and power surged dramatically, and he charged at King Cold once more.

Bang, bang, bang!

In the blink of an eye, the three exchanged hundreds of blows.

King Cold seized an opening and threw a punch at Son Goku's abdomen as he rushed in.

But before his fist landed, he abruptly changed direction, striking behind him.

It turned out Son Goku's attack was a feint; he had used his speed to circle behind King Cold.

Yet King Cold, a veteran of countless battles, instinctively threw a punch backward.

Boom!

Son Goku was sent flying once again.

King Cold's eyes suddenly shot out two beams of light.

Vegeta, sensing the energy, leaned back and kicked King Cold square on the chin.

Thus dodging the sneak attack.

After the successful strike, Vegeta pressed the attack, moving at high speed to appear above King Cold.

He brought both hands down in a heavy hammer blow aimed at the opponent's head.

Thud!

King Cold's body slammed into the sea like a cannonball.

Son Goku and Vegeta rained a barrage of Energy Blasts down into the water.

Boom!

The Energy Blasts exploded in the sea, sending spray dozens of meters high.

"I never imagined watching this fight from such close range would be this shocking."

"Their Battle Power is just too immense—my eyes can't even track their movements."

"S-so strong."

"This battle is terrifying."

At that moment, the Namekian and Earth's warriors watched the fight, cold sweat beading on their foreheads.

If Son Goku, his son, and Vegeta hadn't been there, Namek might have been destroyed long ago.

Steam rose continuously from the sea, as if the water itself was boiling.

A pillar of water shot into the sky, and King Cold stood atop it.

Th-this can't be. After taking such a fierce barrage of firepower, he's completely unharmed.

The gap between our fights is too vast.

Son Goku stared in shock as King Cold emerged from the sea.

Like father, like son.

No wonder Frieza's Battle Power was so formidable.

Vegeta fumed at seeing King Cold unscathed.

He couldn't believe that his and Kakarot's attacks had done nothing at all.

"Saiyans, the warm-up is over now."

"Next, you will face my wrath."

King Cold looked down at Son Goku and Vegeta from above.

His eyes seemed to toy with them like prey.

Then his aura erupted fully.

"Wh-what? His energy is still rising!"

"King Cold called that a warm-up?"

"But Goku's already using twenty-times Kaio-ken!"

"Damn it, I can't even help!"

Piccolo and the others gritted their teeth in frustration, cursing their own weak Battle Power.

They hadn't expected Son Goku to have already unleashed his true strength while the opponent was still warming up.

"Heh heh heh."

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

King Cold savored the vast power surging within him.

He laughed joyfully.

"That damn laugh makes me sick."

Burning with rage, Vegeta struck first.

He flashed forward and threw a punch straight at King Cold's face.

Bang!

King Cold didn't dodge or block. His cheek met the fist in close contact.

But he stood as firm as an iron tower, completely unaffected.

"Wh-what?"

"H-how is this possible?"

Vegeta's eyes went wide as if he'd seen a ghost, cold sweat covering his forehead.

He saw his fist still pressed against King Cold's cheek.

The opponent's head had completely stopped his punch.

And he was staring back at Vegeta like he was an idiot.

"Nothing is impossible."

"Now the game is over. Lie down, Vegeta."

King Cold's fist, the size of a sandbag, slammed into Vegeta's abdomen.

Whoa!

A searing pain instantly shot through his gut, and Vegeta spat out a mouthful of old blood.

He clutched his stomach with both hands, his body curling up like a shrimp.

"Damn."

"One-shot?"

"Didn't expect the gap in their strength to be this huge."

"Vegeta can't even take a single punch from King Cold."

The watching spectators were stunned—how could he still fight?

Their battle was like a fight between an adult and a child.

"Does it hurt? Good, it should."

"I'm going to torture you until you wish you were dead."

King Cold's face twisted viciously as he spoke.

He unleashed the Crazy Death Beam, fingers firing energy blasts one after another into Vegeta's body.

"Ahh—ahh—"

Screams of agony tore through the air, making everyone's skin crawl.