Say It: You're a Waste, and You'll Never Come to Earth Again!

Vegeta opened his mouth, his face turning horribly grim.

He hurriedly covered his eyes with his hands, pressing his palms tightly against his eyelids.

Because at that moment, Vegeta could clearly feel that even with his eyes closed, he was still affected by the Flash Technique.

His eyelids couldn't block that blinding light.

His eyes throbbed with pain, as if needles were jabbing them.

This guy's Flash Technique was so damn shameless. It still worked even with his eyes closed?

Soro paused, raising an eyebrow.

The guy had actually covered his eyes with his hands.

That meant the Flash Technique worked even at point-blank range. It seemed to affect you even if you closed your eyes.

Was it really that useful?

Good thing he'd kept the Flash Technique!

The skill had already exceeded Soro's expectations.

Vegeta was covering his eyes, and his expression had clearly improved. His brows had even relaxed a little.

Soro stepped forward, grabbed Vegeta by the wrist, and pulled his hand away from his eyes.

Vegeta's hand was pried open, revealing his tightly shut eyes.

Vegeta: "..."

Vegeta's mouth twitched violently, his entire face contorting.

What a shameless bastard!

Keep this up, and I'll go blind in no time!

After pulling Vegeta's hand away from his eyes, Soro continued releasing the Flash Technique without pause.

Wave after wave of white light poured out, never letting up.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Three minutes.

Five minutes later.

Vegeta lay on the ground, utterly hopeless, his arms and legs splayed out like a corpse.

Bright red blood flowed from his eyes, and bloody tears ran down his temples.

He was completely blind.

Only then did Soro stop using the Flash Technique.

The white light around them vanished in an instant, and the sky returned to its original color.

Then Soro crouched down and stepped forward to pat Vegeta's cheek.

"Slap! Slap!"

His palm struck Vegeta's cheek with a crisp sound.

"Hey," Soro asked, tilting his head as he looked at Vegeta. "Are you all right, Your Highness?"

Vegeta shuddered, the corners of his mouth twitching as his lips trembled.

Do I look all right to you?

Vegeta's chest rose and fell slightly, his breathing rapid and ragged.

His injuries were even worse than they'd been when he fought Son Goku and the others in the original story.

After all, Soro's kick just now had been pretty forceful.

Vegeta felt as if his internal organs had all been knocked out of place.

Every breath brought a stabbing pain.

Soro walked over to Vegeta and looked down at the once arrogant, all-conquering Saiyan Prince. A smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Say it." Soro planted a foot on Vegeta's chest and said with a grin, "You're a waste! You'll never come to Earth again."

Vegeta's body stiffened.

With a foot on his chest, breathing became even more difficult.

His lips trembled, and his teeth ground together.

"Hmph..." Overcome with grief and indignation, Vegeta forced the words through clenched teeth. "You can kill me, but you can't humiliate me!"

"Then I'll humiliate you properly!" Soro beamed and tilted his head. "How about I dump you in a cesspit?"

"You—you..." Vegeta's expression froze, his whole face twisting.

His entire body shook violently, as if he'd been electrocuted.

His face had grown ghastly, pale with a bluish tinge.

Are you a demon?

"If you've got the guts, kill me!" Vegeta roared in fury.

"Why would I kill you?" Soro laughed, a hint of amusement in his smile. "If I kill you, how am I supposed to mess with you in the future? I love how you can't stand me but can't do a thing about it!"

Vegeta fell silent.

His chest heaved violently, and his breathing grew heavier and heavier.

Bloody tears flowed from his eyes again, trickling onto the ground.

"Not going to say it?" Soro sneered, his smile disappearing. "Then I'll toss you in the cesspit and leave you there for a year!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward, bent down, and grabbed Vegeta by the tail.

Soro dragged him along.

Vegeta's back scraped over the rubble with a grating sound.

His fingers clawed at the ground in a panic, but found nothing to grab.

Vegeta was instantly horrified.

If he really dumps me in a cesspit for a year...

I'd be better off dead!

But could he really just die here?

Vegeta wasn't willing to accept that.

His greatest dream was to become a Super Saiyan.

It had been his obsession since childhood, the very reason he lived.

I haven't even become a Super Saiyan yet. How can I die?

I, Vegeta, absolutely refuse to die on Earth!

"I... I'll say it..." Vegeta panicked.

He was panicking!

His voice carried a hint of alarm.

Soro paused, the hand dragging Vegeta by the tail stopping. He turned to look at him.

"I'll never come to Earth again," Vegeta said through gritted teeth, every word forced out of his throat, his reluctance plain to hear.

"There's another part," Soro said with a grin, looking at Vegeta expectantly.

"I-I..." Vegeta's lips trembled violently, his entire face twitching. "I'm a waste!"

As he said it, Vegeta wept two streams of bloody tears, consumed by grief and indignation.

Drops of blood slid from the corners of his eyes and fell into the dirt beneath him.

Just you wait, Soro!

I'll make you pay!

Once I, Vegeta, become a Super Saiyan, I'll come back for you!

By then, your Flash Technique will be completely useless against a Super Saiyan.

And if I can get off Earth and make it back, I'll have to figure something out—some kind of device to block his Flash Technique.

Vegeta had already started thinking about how to counter the Flash Technique.

His brows furrowed, and his teeth ground together.

"Louder," Soro said with displeasure, frowning. "Say the whole thing."

"I... I'm a waste! I'll never come to Earth again!"

Vegeta felt the humiliation more and more keenly, his face streaked with bloody tears.

His voice echoed across the desolate wasteland, brimming with barely contained grief and indignation.

Just then.

Son Goku, Piccolo, Krillin, and Son Gohan descended from the sky, landing beside Soro.

They'd heard Soro make Vegeta say that he was a waste and would never come to Earth again.

Son Goku and the others stood frozen in shock.

Their eyes were wide, their mouths slightly agape as they stared over in disbelief.

When they saw Vegeta's pitiful state, Son Goku and the others were astonished all over again.

How pitiful!

His eyes had been blinded by the light!

Blood was still seeping from his eye sockets.

Could the Flash Technique really blind someone?

The Solar Flare couldn't do that!

Son Goku scratched his head and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Krillin swallowed and instinctively took half a step back.

Piccolo folded his arms, staring expressionlessly at Vegeta on the ground. A complicated emotion flickered in his eyes.

Son Gohan hid behind Piccolo, peeking out with half his face, his little features full of shock.

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