Yamcha was no fool. He knew Raditz wasn't strong enough. He was deliberately giving Raditz a chance to take him on as a subordinate. He was doing it for one reason: to get Raditz to take him along.
"That's fine, of course. Come with me. We'll head to the spaceship first. And give me the coordinates here as soon as you can. I'll transmit them into space. Those terrifying monsters who are even stronger than me will come here. There are still many powerful Saiyans left."
Their plan was sound, but someone had already set their sights on them. Amid the endless darkness, panic, and chaos, others were often following them.
The two of them immediately headed for the hangar.
Suddenly, a flash of light. Raditz fell to the ground, unwilling to accept his fate, a gaping hole pierced through his chest. He was stunned by the wound. His heart had been pierced, and he would be dead within minutes.
"Ah! Impossible! How could this happen to me?"
Raditz lay there, unwilling to accept his fate. Even with life-support equipment, he couldn't survive such a devastating injury with his heart pierced through. He was sprawled on the ground, unable to see his attacker's face. Then he let out another groan.
There was no sound nearby. He didn't even know who had killed him. The sheer terror of that moment was truly horrifying. His wound began to corrode, slowly turning black, until he finally crumbled into ash.
He could no longer hold on. His story was over. As for Yamcha, from that moment on, he disappeared.
The others in the base were still fighting. They had seen Yajirobe get wounded by Yamcha on the monitors and were furious. But when they tried to rush outside, they found the doors locked tight.