Earth, I'm Here!

Two days later.

Atlantis Planet, the Lookout plaza.

A large group of beautiful cat-eared women came to see Soro off.

Their eyes were red. Some lowered their heads and kept twisting the hems of their clothes, some bit their lips and fought back tears, and a few clung to one another, sobbing softly.

"Lord Soro, can't you stay? Haven't you been having fun here?"

"That's right! Lord Soro even said he'd give me a thorough physical examination! How can you go back on your word?"

"Lord Soro, we can't bear to see you go!"

"Lord Soro, what will we do without you?"

As they spoke, the beauties burst into tears one after another, wiping them away again and again.

Soro stood in the middle of them, surrounded on all sides.

He looked around at the faces he'd lived alongside for twenty-five years. It felt as though something had lodged in his throat.

For a moment, Soro's expression grew visibly emotional.

He truly didn't want to leave this planet.

This place was practically his home.

"Xiao Yi, Xiao Er, Xiao San... Xiao Yibai." Soro took a deep breath and stepped forward, spreading his arms. "Once I've taken care of what I need to, I'll come back to see you."

He gave each of the beauties a warm hug.

Some buried their faces in his chest, trembling and crying too hard to speak.

Some clutched his clothes and refused to let go. He gently pried their fingers loose, only for them to grab him again at once.

Others snuck a kiss onto his cheek, then blushed and hid behind the crowd.

An hour later.

Soro finally boarded the spherical mini spaceship.

He stood at the hatch and took one last look at the Lookout where he'd lived for twenty-five years, and at the cat-eared beauties still waving and wiping away their tears.

The beauties had tidied up the inside of the spaceship for him.

They'd disinfected it, laid down a soft carpet, and thoughtfully left a few changes of clothes and some homemade snacks in the corner.

The spaceship even felt a little like home to Soro.

He took a deep breath, sat down at the main control panel, and pressed the start button.

"Whoosh!"

The spaceship burst through the planet's atmosphere in an instant.

The powerful g-forces pressed Soro into his seat. Outside the window, the sky changed from purple to deep blue, then to pitch black.

The spaceship shot into the vastness of space at tremendous speed.

Soro turned to look through the observation window at Atlantis Planet, shrinking in the distance.

The purple planet grew smaller and smaller, farther and farther away.

His gaze gradually sharpened.

I have to get stronger.

This planet still needs me to protect it.

A hundred family members are waiting for me to return.

Soro steadied himself, then quickly began operating the main control panel.

One minute later.

"Whoosh!"

The spaceship changed course, tracing an arc through the vast starry sky as it sped toward Earth.

The screen on the main control panel showed that it would take at least ten days to reach Earth from here.

With nothing to do, Soro could only lie down and enter a sleep state.

But he didn't actually fall asleep.

With his eyes closed, he could clearly feel the energy surging inside him.

The passive skill [Battle Power ×50] had completely fused with his body, flowing through every blood vessel like blood.

50,000 battle power.

Not particularly strong.

But enough to grind Vegeta into the dirt.

The corners of Soro's mouth lifted slightly as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Time flew by in the blink of an eye.

The tenth day.

Soro opened his eyes.

Through the observation window, he saw the blue planet he knew better than any other.

Its azure oceans, bright white clouds, and lush green continents.

Earth.

I'm here!

Soro narrowed his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips.

Had Vegeta come to Earth yet?

Anticipation and excitement welled up inside him. Soro rubbed his hands together and began guiding the spaceship down into Earth's atmosphere.

Earth, a certain wasteland.

A fiercely intense battle had just taken place here.

Several enormous craters had been blasted into the ground, and rubble was scattered everywhere.

Several bodies lay sprawled among the rocks.

Tien Shinhan, Chiaotzu, Yamcha!

Several of Earth's warriors were already dead.

Now, only Krillin, Piccolo, and Son Gohan were still alive.

Son Goku was still on his way.

Piccolo hovered in midair, his expression growing more and more grim. Veins bulged on his forehead as cold sweat trickled down his temples.

He clenched his teeth, his gaze fixed firmly on the enemy across from him.

Krillin also took up a fighting stance, legs slightly apart and fists clenched in front of him.

But his body was trembling.

Not from the cold, but from fear.

The instinctive fear that came from deep in his bones when faced with an enemy he couldn't defeat.

Their opponent was Nappa.

Nappa crossed his arms and hovered in the air, looking down at them with a contemptuous smile.

"Let's fight on the ground," Piccolo said in a low voice, without taking his eyes off the enemy. "He's better suited to fighting in the air than we are."

Krillin glanced back at Piccolo and nodded slightly.

"Whoosh!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the two immediately dropped from the sky and landed on the ground.

The moment his feet touched down, Krillin finally felt a little more secure.

"Hmph." Nappa let out a derisive laugh. "It makes no difference where we fight. You're just struggling before you die!"

As he spoke, Nappa moved, diving down from the sky.

His body tore through the air with a piercing whistle, a violent pressure bearing down on Piccolo and Krillin.

"He's coming!" Krillin cried, instinctively stumbling half a step backward.

Piccolo clenched both fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked. He bared his teeth, his expression especially grim.

"Dad!" Son Gohan cried in fright, covering his eyes and not daring to look.

Nappa drew closer and closer to Piccolo and Krillin.

Ten meters.

Five meters.

Three meters.

The pressure grew heavier and heavier, nearly leaving Krillin unable to breathe.

Just then.

"Nappa, wait!"

Vegeta, who'd been watching from the sidelines, suddenly shouted.

Nappa froze for a moment.

Then he immediately slammed on the brakes in midair.

The air burst into a wave of pressure in front of him. His body stopped dead in the air, less than two meters from Piccolo and Krillin.

Piccolo's pupils contracted.

Krillin was startled too, cold sweat dripping from the tip of his nose.

At Vegeta's words, Krillin and Piccolo immediately turned to look his way.

Nappa also shifted his puzzled gaze to Vegeta.

Vegeta stood calmly where he was, hands on his hips, chin slightly raised and a proud smile on his lips.

That smile was like an adult watching a bunch of ants crawl at his feet.

"What is it, Vegeta? Why are you stopping me?" Nappa asked in confusion, a hint of displeasure in his voice.