Vegeta's Humiliated Departure from Earth

But soon, Vegeta realized something.

He stopped moving.

What the hell...

I've already boarded a spaceship. What do I have to be afraid of?

That bastard Soro had deliberately connected to my communications channel.

Are you trying to humiliate me this way?

Vegeta clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.

"Slap!"

Vegeta gave the speaker a light smack with his palm.

It shattered, pieces scattering across the cabin.

At last, with tears of blood streaming down his face, Vegeta could finally get a good night's sleep.

He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.

But as he slept, Vegeta began having nightmares again.

In his dream, Vegeta found himself surrounded by white light.

A boundless expanse of white stretched in every direction.

He couldn't see a thing.

No matter which way he ran, the white light followed close behind.

"Ah..."

Vegeta cried out and jolted awake from his nightmare.

He gasped for breath, his chest heaving.

Cold sweat covered his forehead and back, soaking his clothes.

His expression was horrified, and his lips trembled.

"Damn you, Soro!" Vegeta raged, his body shaking even more violently. "I, Vegeta, will never forgive you!"

Earth.

"All right."

Soro climbed down from the spaceship with a faint smile and turned to look at the others.

"Hello, Soro." Son Goku thanked him earnestly. "Thanks for driving the Saiyans away... I can tell you're not a bad person."

"Actually, I'm a good person at heart." Soro drew a deep breath and sighed. "Vegeta and the others forced me into it... They made me stay on a primitive planet and keep them company... Never mind, that's all in the past. Let's not talk about it!"

Piccolo: "..."

Krillin: "..."

Son Gohan: "..."

The three of them were speechless, silently grumbling to themselves.

Not being a bad person didn't mean he was kind.

He'd beaten Vegeta until he cried.

And even after Vegeta left, he'd used the communicator to humiliate him.

Krillin's mouth twitched as he turned away.

Piccolo kept a blank expression, though the corner of his eye twitched slightly.

Son Gohan tilted his head and looked from Soro to Son Goku, confusion written across his little face.

"It's a shame, though." Son Goku sighed softly, a little disappointed. He scratched his head. "I wanted to have a proper fight with that Saiyan named Vegeta."

"You'll get your chance someday." Soro smiled.

As they spoke, a huge airship came speeding toward them from the distance.

The engine's roar grew louder as the airship's shadow swept across the ground.

"Ah... It's Miss Bulma and the others!" Krillin smiled and waved up at the sky.

"Bulma's here?" Son Goku looked up and grinned.

The airship slowly descended, its turbulence kicking up dust from the ground.

"Creak!"

The hatch opened, and white vapor poured through the gap.

"Whoosh!"

A woman dashed out of the airship at incredible speed, like a gust of wind.

She rushed over to Son Gohan and swept him into her arms.

Soro glanced toward the airship and spotted a few familiar faces.

They were Bulma, Chi-Chi, Master Roshi, and Korin.

The one who'd just run to Son Gohan was Son Goku's wife, Chi-Chi.

"Mom..." Son Gohan's mouth twitched slightly, and his body went stiff.

"Gohan, are you all right?" Chi-Chi hurriedly checked him over, running her hands across him to see if he was hurt.

"I... I'm fine, Mom," Son Gohan said, a little embarrassed. His face flushed slightly. "I'm not hurt."

"You poor thing, getting caught up in this battle!" Chi-Chi said, her eyes reddening. "I'll never let you leave your mother again!"

"I... I really am fine, Mom..." Son Gohan scratched his head and looked to Son Goku for help.

Son Goku coughed and looked away.

"And who might this be...?" Master Roshi stepped forward, watching Soro warily.

He kept his hands behind his back, brows slightly furrowed as his gaze swept over Soro.

"Grandpa." Son Goku hurriedly led Soro over and introduced him to everyone with a warm smile. "This is our new friend. He's a Saiyan, too, and his name is Soro."

"Soro?" Bulma paused, tilting her head.

She looked him up and down, her gaze traveling from his face to his feet and back again, wearing a thoughtful expression.

"Bulma, what's wrong?" Krillin whispered, leaning closer to her. "Don't tell me you've fallen for this handsome guy?"

"I feel like I've heard that name somewhere..." Bulma mused, tapping her chin.

"Maybe it's just someone with the same name?" Krillin guessed.

"I don't know..." Bulma's gaze lingered on Soro for a few seconds.

Her eyes suddenly lit up.

"But just like you said, he really is handsome!" Bulma gushed, clasping her hands to her chest. "He's exactly my type!"

Krillin: "..."

Krillin's mouth twitched as he stared at Bulma, speechless.

Then he looked at Soro, then back at Bulma.

Finally, he sighed and shook his head.

Good-looking guys really had it easy!

Bulma seemed to have genuinely fallen for him.

She'd never acted like this around handsome guys before.

Krillin coughed, but Bulma didn't even look at him.

"Hello." Bulma stepped forward lightly, a shy smile on her face.

She held out her hand, fingers slightly curled, and spoke in a voice several degrees softer than usual.

"I'm Bulma. I'm eighteen this year! Please be nice to me."

When she finished, her face flushed slightly. She lowered her head and peered up at Soro.

Soro: "..."

Soro's face darkened.

I know you're Bulma, but claiming you're eighteen is a bit much!

You're twenty-eight, aren't you?

Soro's gaze lingered on Bulma's face for a second, and his mouth twitched.

"Hello..."

Soro didn't refuse. He reached out and shook Bulma's hand.

Originally, Soro had planned to steal Bulma away and leave Vegeta all alone.

But considering her age, along with what she'd done in the original story...

He figured that pig Yamcha had probably already had his way with her.

Soro just couldn't work up much interest.

I've got a hundred cat-eared beauties. What could be better?

Soro shook her hand politely, then let go.

His hand slipped from Bulma's palm, the movement brisk and decisive.

Bulma froze for a moment. Her lips moved as if she still wanted to say something.

"Miss Bulma."

Krillin cut in at just the right moment, his expression turning grave.

"Everyone else was killed. It's just the few of us left."

He sighed softly, lowered his head, and clenched his fist.

"We can use the Dragon Balls to bring them back in a year." Bulma glared at Krillin, her brows furrowing with a hint of impatience. "Did you really have to tell me that separately?"