Goku's Return

"That said, however." Kami let out a long sigh, his gaze turning profound. "This person's energy does not feel particularly evil; let us hope he belongs to the side of justice."

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

Hearing Mr. Popo say this, Kami could not help but pat his own forehead.

"I almost forgot about Goku." Kami frowned. "He has already arrived at the palace of King Yemma; I shall go and retrieve him at once!"

Kami spoke, his figure flashing as he vanished from the spot in an instant.

"Lord Kami..." Mr. Popo muttered, looking at the spot where Kami had disappeared, whispering to himself, "Was it really necessary for Goku to make an appearance?"

The Underworld, King Yemma's palace.

In a mere blink, Kami materialized within the great hall.

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

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

He sat cross-legged on the floor with his arms crossed, and upon seeing Kami suddenly appear, he quickly darted forward.

"Why are you only just now arriving?" Son Goku scratched his head, his face showing impatience. "I've been waiting anxiously!"

"Never mind that." Kami waved a hand, his tone urgent. "We must return immediately!"

After speaking, Kami grabbed Son Goku by the wrist, his figure flashing as they vanished.

"Swish!"

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

"Alright, I'm off!" Son Goku gave Kami a thumbs-up and grinned, taking several deep, heavy breaths. "My training is complete!"

"That..." Kami hesitated, his lips moving, but in the end, he did not speak his mind.

Son Goku did not notice such details; he quickly took to the air and leaped off the Lookout.

As he passed by Korin Tower.

Korin was still squatting at the top of the tower, rubbing his eyes.

His claws waved incessantly before his face, his eye sockets red and swollen, tears streaming down his cheeks.

His cat face was full of sorrow.

"Korin!" Son Goku stopped in mid-air, asking curiously as he tilted his head toward Korin. "I'm here—what's wrong with you? Did you get sand in your eyes?"

"Oh, it's Goku." Korin struggled to open his eyes, squinting them into slits. "You've returned quite quickly!"

He hurriedly fished two Senzu Beans from behind his back and tossed them over.

"These are the last two Senzu Beans; catch them quickly."

"Snap!"

Son Goku reached out and caught the Senzu Beans.

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

As the Senzu Bean entered his stomach, a warm current of energy spread throughout his body.

In an instant, the fatigue on Son Goku's body was swept away, and his stamina was restored to its peak state.

"I'm off, Korin!" Son Goku thanked him, his body sinking slightly as he prepared to depart. "Thanks for the Senzu Bean!"

"Wait a moment, Goku!" Korin hurriedly called out to stop Son Goku, raising a claw.

Son Goku paused, looked back at Korin, and halted his movements.

"Take this with you." Korin said, raising a hand to conjure a pair of sunglasses, which he immediately tossed over.

The sunglasses flipped in the air several times before flying steadily toward Son Goku.

Son Goku reached out to catch them, holding the sunglasses in his hand and turning them over repeatedly, completely bewildered.

"Korin." Son Goku felt puzzled, his brows furrowing slightly. "Why are you giving me sunglasses?"

"You'll know when you get there!" Korin wiped his sweat silently, using a claw to dab at his forehead.

Although Son Goku did not understand, he nodded anyway.

He waved goodbye to Korin once more, then quickly gripped the sunglasses and continued his dive toward the ground below.

"Flying Nimbus!"

After descending to a certain altitude, Son Goku shouted at the top of his lungs.

The golden Flying Nimbus whistled in from the distance, cutting through the sky and settling beneath Son Goku's feet.

Son Goku stepped onto the golden Flying Nimbus, took a deep breath, and clenched his right fist, his energy gathering at his knuckles.

"Let's go!"

Son Goku pointed his large hand forward, his gaze resolute.

The Flying Nimbus carried Son Goku, flying rapidly toward the direction of the battle.

The cloud left a golden trail in the air.

Soro was still continuously unleashing the Flash Technique.

Waves of white light surged one after another, endless and incessant.

Vegeta was completely helpless.

He stood in place with his eyes closed, his body trembling slightly.

Even at this moment, Vegeta was on the verge of giving up resistance.

What the hell!

This is too shameless!

It was his first time seeing such a shameless Saiyan!

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

He pricked up his ears, catching every single sound in his surroundings.

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

His feet pushed hard against the ground, and his body lunged forward.

Vegeta's speed was extremely fast, his figure leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.

However, how could Vegeta's speed possibly compare to Soro's?

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

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

His vision had just recovered, and he hadn't even had time to see what was in front of him.

"Flash Technique!"

Soro spoke slowly, a smile on his lips.

The white light bloomed once again.

Vegeta: "..."

Vegeta opened his mouth, but no sound came out; he was instantly moved to tears, having fallen victim once again.

Then, Soro circled around Vegeta, unleashing the Flash Technique from every angle with no blind spots.

White light surged from all directions, enveloping Vegeta in the center of the radiance.

Vegeta felt his mentality completely collapse.

His entire body shook violently, like a sieve.

Veins bulged on his forehead and his teeth were tightly clenched, yet he was utterly helpless.

"Soro!" Vegeta gritted his teeth and roared, his voice filled with irrepressible fury, "If you have the guts, fight me fair and square! What kind of skill is it to unleash such a boring technique?"

"Continuous Flash Technique!"

Soro ignored him entirely, continuing to unleash the Flash Technique, the smile on his face growing even brighter.

Vegeta was so angry he felt his heart was about to burst.

It felt like a fire was burning in his chest, and his breathing became rapid.

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

Vegeta felt this was the most miserable thing he had ever experienced in his life.

You just wait!

Once my eyes can see again, I will tear you apart limb from limb!

Nappa, meanwhile, was huddled on the ground like a quail.

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

Just one glance, and his eyes would be blinded for at least several seconds.

This guy Soro has no sense of honor!

He had never seen such a shameless Saiyan!

Blood was still seeping from Nappa's severed arm, staining the soil beneath him red.