Try Opening Your Eyes

Piccolo, Krillin, and Son Gohan had already run quite a distance away.

They stopped on a small hillside, their backs turned toward the white light.

Even from such a great distance, a single glance in that direction was enough to make their eyes feel incredibly uncomfortable.

"I never expected the Solar Flare to have such an effect when pushed to this degree," Piccolo said, lost in deep thought, his voice low.

"That wasn't the Solar Flare." Krillin wiped his sweat in silence and shook his head. "That really wasn't the Solar Flare! The Solar Flare can't be released continuously like that, and it requires sunlight from the sky to function."

"That's right, Uncle Piccolo." Son Gohan nodded, agreeing with Krillin. "He called it the Flash Technique!"

"Furthermore," Krillin sighed, his eyes still stinging and red, "the light produced by the Solar Flare isn't as bright as his Flash Technique."

He paused, a thought occurring to him, and added, "Should we take this opportunity to finish off that guy named Nappa?"

"Although he is injured, he should still have plenty of energy left," Piccolo said, unable to resist glancing back.

As a result of that glance, Piccolo's vision turned white once more; he had unfortunately been caught in the blast again.

Piccolo wiped his sweat in silence, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, feeling like he wanted to cry but couldn't.

Krillin: "..."

Krillin opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Even if you wanted to finish him off now, you wouldn't know where he is," Piccolo sighed softly, raising a hand to rub his eyes.

"Can't we sense his location?" Krillin pondered, tapping his temple with a finger. "As long as we know his general position, we could fire a few ultimate techniques over there. We might actually be able to kill him!"

"He is still lying where he was just a moment ago." Piccolo thought about it, decided Krillin's logic held up, and nodded slightly. "Then let's attack together!"

"I... I'll join in too!" Son Gohan gritted his teeth and quickly agreed, clenching his small fists.

"Destructo Disc!"

"Special Beam Cannon!"

"Demon Flash!"

The three of them turned their backs to the white light simultaneously to gather their energy.

Krillin held his hands together above his head, a rapidly spinning disc of energy forming between his palms, emitting a shrill, buzzing sound.

Piccolo pressed two fingers to his forehead, a spiral beam of energy gathering at his fingertips, golden light dancing at the tips.

Son Gohan pushed his palms forward, a golden energy sphere condensing between them, the aura surging.

Then, the three of them performed a magnificent turn, closed their eyes, and hurled their ultimate techniques directly toward the spot where Nappa had been.

Three streaks of energy tore through the sky, trailing light of three different colors.

"Ah... ah... my!"

Nappa let out a desperate shriek, his voice echoing across the empty wasteland.

"BOOM!"

The next moment, a massive explosion occurred at Nappa's location.

Flames soared into the sky, smoke and dust filled the air, and shattered rocks flew in all directions.

The ground was blasted into a deep, massive crater, with charred soil churned up around the edges.

Soro heard the explosion and glanced toward that direction.

He saw that Nappa's thigh had been pierced by Piccolo's Special Beam Cannon.

The beam had left a clean, through-and-through wound on his leg, with blood gushing out from the hole.

Not only that, the Destructo Disc released by Krillin had sliced Nappa clean in half at the waist.

Following that was Son Gohan's Demon Flash.

The Demon Flash missed Nappa, striking the ground in front of him instead and blasting a sizable crater into that area.

Nappa's body, now in two pieces, twitched incessantly like two dehydrated fish.

His eyes were wide open, his mouth opening and closing, but he could no longer make a sound.

It was clear he wouldn't survive.

"Ah... it wasn't supposed to be like this! It wasn't supposed to be like this!"

Nappa was filled with resentment; his only remaining hand clawed at the ground, leaving deep furrows in the dirt.

His body convulsed a few more times, his head lolled to the side, and he went still.

"Vegeta." Soro suddenly asked Vegeta, pausing his release of the Flash Technique, his tone casual. "How about we take a break?"

Vegeta's face was as dark as a lump of coal.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and his entire face was twisted in rage.

You've blinded me with that light, and now you're telling me you don't have the energy to fire that thing anymore?

You say we rest, so we rest?

"Hmph." Vegeta let out a cold snort, his chin tilted slightly upward. "Out of energy, are you? I refuse to believe you can keep casting that Flash Technique forever!"

"Then why don't you open your eyes?" Soro asked with a beaming smile, tilting his head to look at Vegeta.

Vegeta: "..."

He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Vegeta felt a pang in his heart.

It felt as if something had pierced his very soul.

"Go on, try opening them." Soro watched Vegeta with keen interest, his arms crossed over his chest. "Didn't you say my energy was exhausted and I couldn't cast the Flash Technique anymore?"

"Hmph." Vegeta snorted again, gritting his teeth. "Fine, I'll open them!"

He quickly opened his eyes, only to slam them shut again immediately.

The moment his eyelids parted even a sliver, the white light poured in.

However, Vegeta had opened his eyes too quickly to pinpoint Soro's exact location.

After all, he had thrown his scouter onto the ground earlier and hadn't had the chance to put it back on.

In truth, even if he had been wearing the scouter, he wouldn't have been able to keep his eyes open; it would have been useless.

"Why did you close them again?" Soro asked with a smile, his tone laced with mockery.

"You will regret this!" Vegeta considered it seriously for a moment before suddenly sneering.

He immediately turned his head toward Soro's direction and threw his eyelids open wide.

Ten minutes had already passed!

I, Vegeta, refuse to believe you can keep casting the Flash Technique indefinitely!

This guy's energy must be drained by now.

Light this intense would be impossible to maintain without consuming a massive amount of energy.

Sure enough, there was no white light!

A smile appeared on Vegeta's face.

"Are you going to say we need a rest or not?" Soro looked at Vegeta with calm composure, even sliding his hands into his pockets.

"That won't be necessary!" Vegeta was genuinely infuriated, his chest heaving violently.

He hadn't even had a chance to fight since arriving on Earth.

And yet, he had been blinded by this low-class warrior to the point where he couldn't even keep his eyes open.

Is there any Saiyan as shameless as you?

If I don't wipe you out today, I am not Vegeta.

With that, Vegeta hesitated no longer and lunged toward Soro, his figure turning into a blur that tore through the air, bearing down on Soro with a violent, oppressive pressure.

"You're the one who said no rest." Soro remained completely unruffled, standing motionless where he was.

Once he finished speaking, he slowly uttered three words once more.

"Flash Technique!"

A new round of magical attacks began again.

The white light bloomed instantly, even more blinding than before.

Vegeta, having just reached Soro, was struck by misfortune once again, his vision turning completely white.

He couldn't see a thing; there was nothing but a vast, blinding expanse.

Vegeta was struck as if by lightning, his body freezing in mid-air.

How does this guy still have the energy to cast the Flash Technique?

Didn't he run out of energy?

This has to be the final wave of attacks!

I estimate if I just hold on for another minute...

Yes, one minute at most!

He will definitely exhaust all his energy, and that will be the moment of his death.