Have an Egg to Calm Your Nerves

Soro stopped paying attention to Vegeta.

His gaze shifted away from Vegeta. He turned in midair and flew over to Cui.

After all, Soro couldn't use the Flash Technique anymore.

He'd only used it just now to scare him.

Cui had just fallen from high above, and his body was still swaying. He stared at Soro, shaken and unsettled.

He turned to look at Vegeta, who was still covering his eyes and trembling. His gaze swept back and forth between the two of them twice, and for a moment, he couldn't quite process what was happening.

Why do I get the feeling Vegeta's scared of him?

Who is this guy?

Does he have some special ability?

He seemed to say something about a Flash Technique... and Vegeta covered his eyes in a panic.

Cui's Adam's apple bobbed, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

"How about it?" Soro asked with a smile, sizing Cui up. With his hands in his pockets, he leaned forward slightly. "I saved you, so you should thank me, right?"

"Who are you?" Cui asked, his voice edged with wariness.

"My name's Soro." Soro gave his name, a smile playing on his lips.

"That's a Saiyan name." Cui frowned, looking Soro up and down twice. "Are you a Saiyan too?"

There sure were a lot of Saiyans on Namek this time.

Did it seem like every Saiyan had come to this planet?

There was also that guy down below named Kakarot. He was probably a Saiyan too.

Cui looked past Soro and glanced down, then turned his gaze back.

"Were you hurt just now?" As he spoke, Soro pulled an egg from behind his back and held it out to Cui. "Have an egg to calm your nerves."

The eggshell was milky white and smooth, with a faint sheen in the sunlight. It was plump and oval, about the size of a chicken egg.

Soro had made this egg on the way over, when he'd had nothing better to do. He'd used the Stare of Pregnancy on a Little Tree.

He'd stared at the Little Tree for ten seconds without blinking.

The tree trunk had split open with a series of cracking sounds, and a warm gust of air had welled up from the fissure.

Before long, the trunk spat out an egg, which rolled to the ground.

Cui stared at the egg in Soro's hand, looking confused, his brow creasing slightly.

He looked up at Soro's face, then down at the egg, then back up at Soro again.

You're actually a pretty nice guy!

Cui swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He realized he was actually a little hungry.

After all, he'd chased Vegeta all the way to Namek, spent several days getting tossed around aboard a spaceship, and hadn't had a proper meal yet.

The egg looked pretty appetizing.

As for poison?

No way!

After all, his opponent already had a clear advantage and thoroughly outclassed him in strength. There was no need to use a low-down trick like poisoning.

If he really wanted to kill Cui, he could just do it outright.

"Thanks." Cui accepted the egg at once, without any suspicion. "You're a really good guy!"

His fingers closed around the warm shell, and he pressed lightly with his fingertips.

"Crack."

The shell split open, revealing the white egg white and golden yolk within. The egg wobbled slightly, giving off a faint, pleasant aroma.

Cui opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing, and poured the raw egg straight into it.

The egg slid down his throat, its warmth traveling all the way down his esophagus.

He smacked his lips and rolled his tongue around his mouth twice, savoring it in silence.

"Not bad." Cui gave his verdict, his eyes lighting up. "Pretty tasty."

He licked his lips, a little egg still clinging to the corner of his mouth.

Soro stared at the chicken egg Cui had just eaten and rubbed his chin, stroking it twice with his fingers.

Could the Stare of Pregnancy make stones and trees produce eggs similar to chicken eggs?

His gaze grew distant as he fell into thought.

Next time, I'll try it on a bigger stone or tree.

The tree he'd picked this time hadn't been very big. Its trunk was only as thick as an arm, and the egg it had produced was about the size of a chicken egg.

And from watching Cui eat it, Soro could tell it seemed much the same as the one Krillin had eaten.

The texture of the white, the color of the yolk—he guessed even the taste was similar.

A thought struck Soro, and his eyes lit up.

His gaze fell on Cui, focusing on his abdomen.

Then Soro stared at Cui without blinking.

His pupils fixed on Cui's body, his gaze like two nails driven firmly into him.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Let's see what this guy gives birth to after getting pregnant.

As Soro stared unblinkingly at Cui, Vegeta reacted at once.

He quietly lowered his hands, slowly moving his fingers away from his eyes until a narrow gap opened.

He peered out through the gap between his fingers.

Soro had his back to him, his gaze fixed on Cui. He hadn't noticed Vegeta at all.

The corners of Vegeta's mouth lifted slightly, then immediately fell again.

After a brief hesitation,

he didn't dare say a word. He leaned back slightly and gave a light kick with both feet in midair.

Vegeta shot off like a streak of light, moving so fast that he left a long afterimage in the air.

He fled into the distance, covering several hundred meters in the blink of an eye.

Soro paid him no attention.

He kept staring at Cui without blinking, like a statue.

But Piccolo couldn't stand by any longer.

He folded his arms across his chest, the corners of his mouth lifting in a scornful smile.

"Hmph." Piccolo's voice came from deep in his throat, cold with disdain. "Trying to run!"

As he spoke, Piccolo's arm suddenly stretched out.

His muscles and bones lengthened. His arm shot from his shoulder like a rubber band, moving so fast it was almost impossible to follow with the naked eye.

"Whoosh!"

Piccolo's arm stretched even faster than Vegeta could fly.

It ripped through the air with a sharp whistle, like a long green snake streaking across the sky.

In an instant, Piccolo's large hand clamped around Vegeta's ankle.

His fingers closed around it, knuckles tightening as they locked on like an iron vise.

Vegeta's body jerked to a halt, leaving him hanging in midair.

He looked down, his pupils contracting sharply. A green hand was reflected in them.

Vegeta's expression changed again and again, from shock to anger, then to dismay.

It's that Namekian!

His arm can stretch that far!

Vegeta ground his teeth, struggling twice with all his might, but Piccolo's fingers didn't budge.

Before Vegeta could react, Piccolo yanked him by the ankle, tightening his grip and dragging him sharply toward himself.

At the same time, Piccolo had already drawn back his other fist, his arm pulled behind him and his muscles tensed.

"Thud!"

Piccolo's fist slammed into Vegeta's face.

The fist sank into his cheek, and force burst from the point of impact. Vegeta's head snapped to one side.

"Ow—!"

Vegeta cried out in pain and was sent flying. He tumbled through the air twice before crashing headfirst to the ground.

His cheek swelled red, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.