Vegeta's Humiliating Departure from Earth

However, Vegeta soon realized something.

His movements came to a halt.

What the hell...

I've already boarded the spaceship, what else do I have to be afraid of!

Soro, that bastard, specifically patched into my communication line.

Are you trying to humiliate me using this method?

Vegeta's fists clenched, his knuckles cracking loudly.

"Snap!"

Vegeta gave a light tap with his hand, slamming it onto the speaker.

The speaker was smashed to pieces instantly, with fragments scattering across the cabin.

With that, Vegeta, shedding tears of blood, could finally get a good night's sleep.

He leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes.

But as he slept, Vegeta began to have nightmares again.

In the dream, Vegeta felt as though he were surrounded by white light.

A vast, boundless expanse of white.

He couldn't see a thing.

No matter which direction he ran, the white light followed him like a shadow.

"Ah..."

Vegeta let out a startled cry, waking up from the nightmare.

He gasped for air, his chest heaving violently.

His forehead and back were drenched in cold sweat, soaking his clothes through.

His expression was hideous to the extreme, and his lips were still trembling.

"Bastard! Soro!" Vegeta fumed in exasperation, his body shaking even more violently, "I, Vegeta, will absolutely not forgive you!"

Earth.

"Alright."

Soro stepped down from the spaceship with a faint smile on his face, turning to look at the people present.

"Hello, Soro." Son Goku thanked him with a solemn expression, "Thank you for driving the Saiyan away... I can tell, you don't seem like a bad person."

"Actually, I am kind by nature." Soro took a deep breath and sighed, "It was all Vegeta and his lot forcing my hand... making me stay on a primitive planet, keeping company with... forget it, it's all in the past, let's not talk about it!"

Piccolo: "..."

Krillin: "..."

Son Gohan: "..."

The three of them were speechless, silently roasting him in their hearts.

Just because you aren't a bad person doesn't mean you're kind.

You beat that Vegeta until he was crying.

And even after he left, you still used the communicator to humiliate him.

Krillin's mouth twitched, and he turned his face away.

Piccolo remained expressionless, though the corner of his eye twitched slightly.

Son Gohan tilted his head to look at Soro, then at Son Goku, his little face filled with confusion.

"But it's a pity." Son Goku sighed softly, feeling a little disappointed as he scratched his head, "I really wanted to have a good fight with that Saiyan named Vegeta."

"There will be opportunities in the future." Soro smiled.

As they were speaking, a massive airship flew over from the distance at high speed.

The roar of the engines grew from faint to loud, and the shadow of the airship swept across the ground.

"Ah... it's Bulma and the others!" A smile appeared on Krillin's face as he raised his hand to wave at the sky.

"Bulma is here?" Son Goku also looked up at the sky and grinned.

The airship landed slowly, the air currents kicking up dust from the ground.

"Creak!"

The cabin door opened, and white mist surged out from the gap.

"Whoosh!"

A woman rushed out of the airship, moving as fast as a gust of wind.

She sprinted toward Son Gohan at incredible speed and pulled him into a tight embrace.

Soro glanced toward the airship and spotted several familiar faces.

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

The person who had just rushed toward Son Gohan was none other than Son Goku's wife, Chi-Chi.

"Mom..." Son Gohan's mouth twitched slightly, his body stiffening.

"Gohan, are you alright?" Chi-Chi hurriedly checked Son Gohan's body, her hands patting him up and down to see if he had been injured.

"I... I'm fine, Mom," Son Gohan said, feeling a bit embarrassed as his face flushed slightly. "I'm not hurt."

"It's just pitiful that you were dragged into this battle!" Chi-Chi said in a deep voice, her eyes reddening. "I will never let you leave Mom's side again!"

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

Son Goku gave a dry cough and looked away.

"And who is this?" Master Roshi stepped forward, watching Soro with a vigilant gaze.

With his hands behind his back and his brows slightly furrowed, he scanned Soro up and down.

"Grandpa." Son Goku quickly pulled Soro over to introduce him to everyone, a warm smile on his face. "This is our new friend, and he's also a Saiyan. His name is Soro."

"Soro?" Bulma was slightly taken aback, tilting her head.

She scrutinized Soro from head to toe and back again, wearing a thoughtful expression.

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

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

"Maybe it's just a coincidence?" Krillin guessed.

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

Her eyes suddenly lit up.

"But just as you said, he really is incredibly handsome!" Bulma immediately put on a lovestruck expression, clasping her hands to her chest. "He's exactly my type!"

Krillin: "..."

Krillin's mouth twitched, and he looked at Bulma, speechless.

Then he looked at Soro, then back at Bulma.

Finally, he sighed and shook his head.

Being handsome really does have its perks!

Bulma seemed like she was genuinely smitten.

She had never acted like this when meeting handsome men before.

Krillin gave a dry cough, but Bulma didn't even acknowledge him.

"Hello there." Bulma stepped forward with a light, brisk gait, a shy smile on her face.

She extended her hand, her fingers slightly curled, and her voice dropped several octaves lower than usual.

"I'm Bulma, I'm 18 years old! It's a pleasure to meet you."

After speaking, her face flushed slightly as she lowered her head, glancing up at Soro through her lashes.

Soro: "..."

Soro's face darkened.

I know you're Bulma, but saying you're 18 is pushing it a bit!

Aren't you already 28?

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

"Hello..."

Soro didn't refuse, reaching out to shake Bulma's hand.

Originally, Soro had considered intercepting Bulma and leaving Vegeta to his lonely fate.

But thinking about her age, combined with her actions in the original story...

It was likely that Yamcha had already gotten to her, right?

Soro really couldn't muster much interest.

I have 100 cat-eared beauties; isn't that better?

Soro shook her hand only as a matter of courtesy before letting go.

He pulled his hand away from Bulma's palm with a clean, decisive motion.

Bulma froze for a moment, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something more.

"Miss Bulma."

Krillin interjected at the right moment, his expression turning heavy.

"Aside from the few of us, everyone else was killed."

He let out a soft sigh, lowered his head, and clenched his fists.

"We can just use the Dragon Balls to revive them in a year," Bulma glared at Krillin, her delicate brows furrowed, her tone carrying a hint of impatience. "Is this really something you need to tell me separately?"

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