Goku Returns

"But come to think of it..." Kami let out a long sigh of relief, his gaze turning solemn. "This person's energy doesn't feel very evil. Hopefully, he's on the side of justice."

"By the way, Lord Kami," Mr. Popo asked hurriedly, "what about Goku? Has he come back?"

At Mr. Popo's question, Kami couldn't help but slap his forehead.

"I almost forgot about Goku." Kami furrowed his brow. "He's already at King Yemma's palace. I'll go get him right away!"

The underworld, King Yemma's palace.

In an instant, Kami appeared in the palace hall.

King Yemma sat behind his desk, writing and drawing in a ledger with a brush.

"Lord Kami!" Son Goku had already been waiting here for several minutes.

He sat cross-legged on the floor with his arms folded. When he saw Kami suddenly appear, he hurried over.

"What took you so long?" Son Goku scratched his head, looking impatient. "I've been waiting forever!"

"Never mind that." Kami waved a hand, his voice urgent. "We have to get back, quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kami grabbed Son Goku by the wrist. His figure flickered, and they vanished.

"Whoosh!"

In the blink of an eye, Kami brought Son Goku back to the Lookout on Earth.

"All right, I'm off!" Son Goku gave Kami a thumbs-up and grinned, panting heavily several times. "I've finished my training!"

"Well..." Kami hesitated, his lips moving, but in the end he said nothing.

Son Goku didn't notice any of the details. He quickly rose into the air and leaped down from the Lookout.

As he passed Korin Tower.

Korin was still crouched on the top of the tower, rubbing his eyes.

His paws kept waving in front of him. His eyes were swollen and red, and tears streamed down his face.

His feline face was full of sorrow.

"Korin!" Son Goku stopped in midair and asked in confusion, tilting his head as he looked at Korin. "I'm back. What's wrong? Did you get something in your eye?"

"Oh, it's you, Goku." Korin managed to open his eyes, squinting nearly shut. "You got back fast!"

He hurriedly pulled two Senzu Beans from behind him and tossed them over.

"These are the last two Senzu Beans. Catch!"

"Pat!"

Son Goku reached out and caught them.

He looked down at the two Senzu Beans in his palm, then immediately ate one.

As the bean went down, a warm current spread through his body.

In an instant, all of Son Goku's fatigue vanished, and his stamina returned to its peak.

"I'm off, Korin!" Son Goku thanked him, lowering his body as he prepared to set off at once. "Thanks for the Senzu Bean!"

"Wait, Goku!" Korin hurriedly called out, raising a paw.

Son Goku froze, glanced back at Korin, and stopped in his tracks.

"Take this with you," Korin said, conjuring a pair of sunglasses with a wave of his hand and tossing them over.

The sunglasses spun through the air a few times, then flew steadily toward Son Goku.

Son Goku reached out and caught them. He turned them over in his hands, thoroughly puzzled.

"Korin," Son Goku asked, frowning slightly, "why are you giving me sunglasses?"

"You'll find out when you get there!" Korin wiped his brow with a paw, silently mopping up his sweat.

Son Goku didn't understand, but he nodded anyway.

He waved goodbye to Korin, then quickly gripped the sunglasses and continued diving downward.

"Flying Nimbus!"

Once he had descended to a certain height, Son Goku shouted.

The golden Flying Nimbus came hurtling from afar, cutting across the sky before stopping beneath Son Goku's feet.

Standing on the golden cloud, Son Goku took a deep breath and clenched his right fist, gathering ki around it.

"Let's go!"

Son Goku pointed ahead with a broad gesture, his gaze firm.

The Flying Nimbus carried Son Goku swiftly toward the battle.

The cloud left a golden trail through the air.

Soro continued unleashing the Flash Technique.

Wave after wave of white light came without pause.

Vegeta was completely helpless.

He stood rooted to the spot with his eyes shut, his body trembling slightly.

By now, Vegeta was even thinking of giving up resistance.

This is unbelievable!

So shameless!

I've never seen a Saiyan this shameless!

Vegeta squeezed his eyes shut, his eyelids trembling from the strain.

He pricked up his ears, listening for every sound around him.

The moment he felt his eyesight was about to recover, he turned and ran without the slightest hesitation.

His feet slammed against the ground, propelling him forward.

Vegeta was incredibly fast, his figure leaving a string of afterimages in the air.

But how could Vegeta possibly be faster than Soro?

With just a few flickers, Soro left several afterimages in the air, caught up with Vegeta, and silently appeared right in front of him.

Vegeta thought he had escaped the area of white light and cautiously opened his eyes.

His vision had just returned, and he hadn't yet had time to make out what was ahead.

"Flash Technique!"

Soro spoke slowly, a smile on his lips.

White light burst forth once more.

Vegeta: "..."

Vegeta opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He was on the verge of tears as he got hit again.

Then Soro circled Vegeta, unleashing the Flash Technique from every angle.

White light surged in from all directions, enveloping Vegeta at its center.

Vegeta felt his composure completely crumble.

His whole body shook violently, like a sieve.

The veins on his forehead bulged. He clenched his teeth, yet there was nothing he could do.

"Soro!" Vegeta gritted his teeth and shouted furiously, his voice brimming with barely contained rage. "If you've got the guts, fight me fair and square! What kind of skill is it to use such a pointless technique?"

"Continuous Flash Technique!"

Soro ignored him and kept unleashing the Flash Technique, his smile growing ever brighter.

Vegeta was so furious his heart nearly burst.

It felt as if a fire were burning in his chest, and even his breathing grew ragged.

He couldn't run, couldn't land a hit, and couldn't see...

Vegeta felt that nothing in his life had ever been more miserable.

Just you wait!

Once I can see again, I'm going to tear you limb from limb!

Nappa, meanwhile, lay on the ground like a quail.

He buried his face in the dirt, not daring to look at the white light in the sky.

One glance, and his vision would be gone for several seconds at least.

Soro had no sense of honor!

He'd never seen a Saiyan this shameless!

Blood still seeped from Nappa's severed arm, staining the dirt beneath him.