New Skill: Stare-Down Pregnancy?

Soro felt a surge of anticipation, his gaze fixed on the second hand of his watch as he watched it tick forward, one notch at a time.

"Soro, what's wrong?" Son Goku asked, slightly taken aback. He hovered in mid-air, turning back to realize Soro hadn't followed them.

Krillin and Son Gohan, who had just taken off, also stopped immediately. Hovering a few meters above the ground, they turned back to look at Soro.

"You guys go ahead," Soro suggested with a smile, pointing to the spaceship behind him. "I'll perform some maintenance on the ship, then turn it into a capsule and head over."

In reality, Soro was waiting for his skills to refresh.

There was less than a minute left before his skills would reset.

There was no need to join the fray with them right now.

A mere Vegeta was nothing; Soro didn't even consider him a threat anymore.

"Then make sure you come find us!" Son Goku nodded, not thinking much of it, and drifted slightly higher.

"Actually..." Krillin made a split-second decision, dropping from the air until his feet touched the grass. "I'll stay behind too!"

He looked at Son Goku, then at Soro, his gaze darting between the two. He suddenly felt that the safety coefficient was much higher staying by Soro's side.

"Alright then." Son Goku didn't object and nodded.

Following that, Son Goku, Piccolo, and Son Gohan transformed into three streaks of light, flying rapidly toward Vegeta's location, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Krillin chose to stay behind, standing with Soro.

"Soro," Krillin volunteered, clenching his fists in front of him, his eyes eager. "See anything you need help with?"

"Go up and clean the spaceship," Soro instructed, pointing a finger toward the ship. "Clear out the trash!"

"Easy enough!" Krillin nodded in agreement and turned to walk toward the ship.

He paused and asked, "What about you, Soro?"

"I'm obviously staying outside to keep watch," Soro smiled, hands in his pockets, his gaze sweeping the surroundings. "What if some Frieza Force grunts show up?"

He tilted his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Or would you rather I do the cleaning while you stay here to keep watch?"

"I'll go clean!" Krillin said quickly, picking up his pace. "I'm going right now!"

He took the stairs two at a time, ran onto the spaceship, pushed the door open, and ducked inside to start cleaning.

Soro stood beside the ship, his eyes fixed on the watch face.

The second hand was still moving.

Just as Krillin stepped onto the spaceship.

In the distance, two specks of light appeared on the horizon, growing larger and closer.

Sure enough, two Frieza Force grunts patrolling nearby had tracked them down via their power level readings.

They descended from the sky, hovering a few meters above the ground, and quickly spotted Soro standing idly by the spaceship.

"Huh?" one of the aliens, who had two antennae on his head and gray-blue skin, muttered. He tilted his head, scanning Soro twice. "Who is that?"

"Not a Namekian," the other alien, who had a crocodile head, mused. He narrowed his eyes, his pupils turning into vertical slits. "He feels like a Saiyan!"

"Don't joke around," the gray-blue alien chuckled, waving a hand. "The only Saiyans left are Vegeta and his group; the rest are all dead."

He paused, his gaze turning cold.

"Regardless of who he is, our orders are to kill everyone on this planet!"

As they spoke, they slowly rose higher into the air, closing in on Soro's position.

The energy cannons in their hands were fully charged, the muzzles glowing with a faint, ominous light.

"This guy's power level is only 100!" the crocodile-headed alien laughed, glancing down at the scouter on his wrist, his mouth curling into a cruel grin. "Looks like he's just here for a vacation!"

"So he definitely can't be a Saiyan!" the gray-blue alien laughed. "How could a Saiyan's power level be that low?"

"There's another reading inside the spaceship," the crocodile-headed alien said, looking up toward the ship behind Soro. "Don't let them get away; let's destroy their ship first."

"You're right," the gray-blue alien nodded, adjusting his energy cannon.

The crocodile-headed alien adjusted his own cannon, aiming it directly at the spaceship.

His finger rested on the trigger, a cruel arc forming on his lips.

Just as the crocodile-headed alien prepared to fire.

"Death wish!"

Soro let out a cold snort; his voice wasn't loud, but it carried a biting, oppressive pressure.

He turned his gaze, glaring fiercely at the crocodile-headed alien.

Instantly, a surge of powerful energy erupted from Soro's eyes—invisible, colorless, and moving too fast for the naked eye to track.

The energy struck the target instantly, engulfing his entire body.

"Bang!"

The crocodile-headed alien exploded into a mist of blood on the spot.

Flesh and blood splattered in all directions, blooming like a red flower in the air before rustling down onto the blue lawn with a soft patter.

Dead as dead could be.

The grey-blue-skinned alien beside him was frozen in terror.

His body hung stiffly in mid-air, mouth agape, jaw nearly hitting the floor as he stared in shock at his companion who had turned into a mist of blood.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

A faint gulping sound echoed from his throat.

"You go die too!" Soro pointed a finger through the air at the grey-blue alien, aiming straight for the center of his brow.

A surge of powerful energy swept over him again, invisible, colorless, and silent.

The grey-blue alien's body twisted violently, his bones cracking and snapping while his muscles were kneaded by an unseen giant hand.

His mouth opened wide, wanting to scream but unable to make a sound.

In the blink of an eye, his body collapsed into a pile of pulp, killing him instantly.

The gore fell from the air, hitting the ground with a wet thud and splashing into a pool of blood.

Soro retracted his finger, shifted his gaze away from the two bloodstains, and looked back at the watch on his wrist.

The second hand was still moving.

Five seconds.

Four seconds.

Three seconds.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"It's here!" Soro was brimming with excitement, his eyes gleaming. "The skill finally refreshed!"

The moment the hands struck 12:00 noon.

The three hands on the watch face overlapped, emitting a soft "click."

Skill refreshed!

Soro's consciousness sank into his body, and the icon in the bottom right corner of his vision began to flicker.

A brand-new icon emerged.

However, the moment Soro saw the new skill, he froze.

His eyes widened, his mouth hung slightly open, and he stood rooted to the spot.

What the hell?

What kind of bullshit skill is this?

[Stare of Pregnancy]!?

Several question marks popped up over Soro's head, and his mouth twitched.

He felt utterly bewildered.

Following that, Soro took a closer look at the skill icon.

The icon was circular with a deep purple background.

In the center was a wide-open eye, the socket rounded and the pupil vertical.

Inside the pupil was the silhouette of a woman with a protruding belly, the outline clear and the stomach round and swollen.

This...

My friends, the new skill you wanted is here!

The upcoming plot is a bit unhinged... high-octane content is about to appear!