Whoosh!
A flash of light, and a figure darted past.
Thud!
Vegeta took a solid punch to the face.
The pain hit him hard. He couldn't help covering his face as he staggered to the side, only for a flurry of punches to rain down like a howling gale.
"Five Elements Fist—Gale."
Wind wasn't one of the five elements, but after converting power in various ways, a gale technique had emerged.
Like the Ki Blast Punch, it unleashed a barrage of roaring strikes in an instant.
His own body seemed enveloped by a gale, making him faster. Although his strength was somewhat reduced in this state, his attacks were still extremely powerful.
Vegeta, of course, didn't believe the man before him was fighting him with only a fraction of his power.
He refused to believe this guy could be so strong, but the facts spoke for themselves.
The gale howled, overwhelming Vegeta in an instant. Like a violent wind sweeping past, it sent him crashing into a nearby mountain.
He plunged straight into a pile of rocks. It was a truly miserable sight.
When he climbed out, blood streamed from his battered head. The other Saiyans stared in shock. Their prince, their immensely proud warrior, perhaps the strongest man on the planet, had been beaten so badly.
And this low-class warrior had such power. It was simply unheard of.
They all trembled.
A sense of submission welled up inside them.
Son Goten slowly looked over at them, seeing the fear in their eyes.
Standing above all, I shall be king.
He regarded them coldly. Not one dared to move; not one dared to help Vegeta.
Some had even retreated far away. Once Son Goten won, they would kneel before him and hail him as their king.
That was the Saiyans'