Speak, you are trash, and will never come to Earth again!

Vegeta opened his mouth, his expression turning incredibly unsightly.

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

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

His eyelids could not block out that blinding radiance.

His eyes throbbed with sharp pain, as if they were being pricked by needles.

This guy's Flash Technique was too shameless; did closing his eyes not even work?

Soro was slightly taken aback, raising an eyebrow.

This guy actually covered his eyes with his hands.

It seemed that this point-blank Flash Technique affected the target even if they kept their eyes shut.

Was this thing really that useful?

It was a good thing he had kept the Flash Technique!

It could be said that this skill had already exceeded Soro's expectations.

Seeing Vegeta cover his eyes with his hands, his expression clearly improved, and his furrowed brows even relaxed a little.

Soro stepped forward, grabbed Vegeta's wrists, and pulled his hands away from his eyes.

Vegeta's hands were pried open, revealing his tightly shut eyes.

Vegeta: "..."

The corners of Vegeta's mouth twitched violently, his entire face twisting.

This shameless guy!

If you keep playing like this, my eyes will go blind soon!

After pulling Vegeta's hands away from his eyes, Soro continued to release the Flash Technique without pause.

Waves of white light surged one after another, never ceasing.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Three minutes.

Five minutes later.

Vegeta lay on the ground with a look of utter despair, his limbs splayed out like a corpse.

Bright red blood flowed from his eyes, the bloody tears streaming down toward his temples.

He was completely blind.

Only then did Soro stop releasing the Flash Technique.

The surrounding white light dissipated instantly, and the sky returned to its original color.

Afterward, Soro squatted down and patted Vegeta's face.

"Slap! Slap!"

The palm striking the cheek produced a crisp sound.

"Hey," Soro asked, tilting his head to look at Vegeta, "are you alright, Prince Vegeta?"

Vegeta shuddered, the corners of his mouth twitching, his lips trembling.

Do I look like I'm alright to you?

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

The extent of his injuries was even more miserable than when he fought Son Goku and the others in the original timeline.

After all, Soro's kick earlier had been quite forceful.

Vegeta felt as if his internal organs had been displaced.

Every breath brought a sharp, stinging pain.

Soro walked over to Vegeta's side, lowered his head, and looked down at the once arrogant and peerless Saiyan Prince on the ground, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"Say it," Soro said with a grin, stepping on Vegeta's chest, "that you are trash! And that you will never come to Earth again."

Vegeta's body stiffened abruptly.

With his chest being stepped on, breathing became even more difficult.

His lips trembled a few times, his teeth grinding together with a clatter.

"Hmph..." Vegeta was filled with grief and indignation, his voice squeezed out through his teeth, "A warrior can be killed, but not humiliated!"

"Then I shall humiliate you properly!" Soro wore a brilliant smile, tilting his head, "How about I throw you into a cesspit?"

"You, you, you..." Vegeta's expression froze, his entire face contorting.

His entire body trembled violently, as if he had been struck by an electric shock.

His complexion had turned ghastly, a pale, sickly shade of ash-gray.

Are you a demon?

"If you have the guts, then kill me!" Vegeta roared in a fit of rage, a low growl erupting from his throat.

"Why would I kill you?" Soro chuckled, his smile tinged with amusement. "If I kill you, how will I be able to toy with you later? I just love the way you look at me with such hatred, yet are completely powerless to do anything about it!"

Vegeta fell silent.

His chest heaved violently, his breathing growing heavier by the second.

Bloody tears streamed from his eyes once more, dripping onto the ground.

"Not going to talk, are you?" Soro snorted, his smile vanishing. "If you won't talk, then I'll just toss you into a cesspit to soak for a year!"

With that, he stepped forward, bent down, and grabbed Vegeta by the tail.

Soro began to drag his body forward.

Vegeta's back scraped against the gravel, producing a harsh, grating sound.

His fingers clawed frantically at the ground, but he couldn't find anything to hold onto.

Vegeta was struck with sudden, overwhelming panic.

If he were really thrown into a cesspit for a year...

He would rather be dead!

But, was he really going to die just like this?

Vegeta was filled with deep resentment.

Because Vegeta's greatest dream was to become a Super Saiyan.

That had been his obsession since childhood; it was the very meaning of his existence.

He hadn't become a Super Saiyan yet, so how could he die?

I, Vegeta, must absolutely not die on Earth!

"I... I'll talk..." Vegeta panicked.

He was desperate!

His voice carried a hint of frantic agitation.

Soro paused his steps, his hand holding the tail coming to a halt as he looked back at Vegeta.

"I will never come to Earth again." Vegeta gritted his teeth, his voice filled with unwillingness, every word seemingly squeezed out from his throat.

"And the other part?" Soro looked at Vegeta with a beaming smile, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"I... I... I..." Vegeta's lips trembled violently, his entire face twitching. "I am trash!"

As he said those words, Vegeta shed two lines of bloody tears in grief and indignation.

Blood droplets slid from the corners of his eyes, dripping into the dirt beneath him.

Just you wait, Soro!

I will definitely make you pay!

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

By then, your Flash Technique will be nothing more than a decoration in front of a Super Saiyan.

Also, if I can leave Earth, I must think of a way to research something to counter his Flash Technique once I return.

Vegeta had already begun to rack his brain, trying to figure out how to break the Flash Technique.

His brows were tightly furrowed, his teeth grinding together with a clattering sound.

"Speak up." Soro looked displeased, frowning. "Say it properly."

"I... I am trash! I will never come to Earth again!"

Vegeta felt an incomparable sense of humiliation, his face covered in blood and tears.

His voice echoed across the desolate wasteland, carrying an irrepressible sense of grief and fury.

Just then.

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

The words Soro had forced Vegeta to say—that he was trash and would never return to Earth—had been heard perfectly by Son Goku and the others.

Son Goku and his companions were all left stunned.

Their eyes were wide as saucers, their mouths slightly agape, as they stared over in utter bewilderment.

Upon seeing Vegeta's miserable state, Son Goku and the others were once again filled with astonishment.

How pitiful!

His eyes had been blinded by the flash!

Blood was still seeping from his eye sockets.

Could the Flash Technique really blind a person?

Solar Flare certainly couldn't do that!

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

Krillin swallowed hard and instinctively took half a step back.

Piccolo stood with his arms crossed, watching Vegeta on the ground with a blank expression, his eyes filled with a hint of complex emotion.

Son Gohan hid behind Piccolo, peeking out with half his head, his small face etched with shock.

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