Nappa, Why Did Your Arm Fall Off?

The ability to sense ki was something Soro had developed himself while he had time to spare.

This ability was not difficult; as long as one grasped the technique, it was easy to achieve.

After all, Vegeta had only visited Earth once and learned how to sense ki in a very short amount of time.

Soro hovered in mid-air, his gaze sweeping across the wasteland, and he quickly locked onto the source of those several ki signatures.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

They had come at just the right time.

This was simply perfect.

"Whoosh!"

Soro moved, transforming into a streak of light.

The air exploded into a shockwave behind him as he flew at extreme speed toward Vegeta and Nappa, landing steadily just a few paces away from them.

It is worth mentioning that the Saiyan battle armor he had worn when he first went to Atlantis Planet had become a bit small as he grew older.

Since then, Soro had ordered a set of white attire to be crafted.

Wearing this outfit, Soro looked dashing, his robes swaying gently in the wind.

Soro's sudden appearance left both Vegeta and Nappa momentarily stunned.

After all, the two sides had not seen each other for over 20 years.

Vegeta and Nappa had long since forgotten what Soro looked like.

However, Soro remembered the appearances of Vegeta and Nappa clearly.

He stood there, watching the two of them with a calm gaze.

But soon, Vegeta and Nappa noticed the tail swaying slightly behind Soro.

A brown tail, swinging gently behind him.

That was the most obvious mark of a Saiyan.

"A Saiyan?" Nappa was slightly taken aback, looking Soro up and down. "You're a Saiyan!"

"Oh?" Vegeta was a little surprised, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Soro with interest. "I really didn't expect there to be any surviving Saiyans other than us."

He tilted his head.

"What is your name?"

"Soro."

Soro stated his name, a faint, elusive smile hanging on his lips.

Hearing Soro speak his name, Vegeta and Nappa were slightly dazed.

They exchanged a glance.

Three hours ago, the two of them were just talking about you.

And now, you have actually come to find us yourself.

This really is quite unexpected.

Piccolo, Krillin, and Son Gohan turned deathly pale.

Krillin felt his legs go weak, cold sweat dripping from his forehead down to the tip of his nose.

Son Gohan hid behind Piccolo, his small hands clutching tightly onto Piccolo's cape.

How could another Saiyan show up?

And by the looks of it, this Saiyan seemed to have come to help Vegeta and Nappa.

This was truly terrible!

"It's fine." Piccolo lowered his voice, letting out a long sigh of relief. "This person's ki doesn't seem very strong; it feels even weaker than Raditz's."

"Really?" Krillin's eyes lit up, and he felt a temporary sense of relief. "That's great."

However, when his gaze fell back onto Nappa and Vegeta, his heart tightened once again.

Son Gohan was so scared his mouth twitched and his throat tightened, as if someone were strangling him.

Even though their combat power was only 1,000, there were three of them.

Son Gohan had originally thought they had the advantage in numbers, but now the numbers were equal.

"How did you find us?" Vegeta glanced sideways at Soro, scanning him from head to toe, showing no intention of taking him seriously.

"Soro!" Nappa laughed heartily, stepping forward and reaching out to pat Soro on the shoulder. "Your timing is perfect!"

He pulled his hand back and put his hands on his hips.

"That trash Raditz is dead! He was killed by that Namekian!"

Nappa pointed toward Piccolo in the distance, a gloating smile on his face.

"Oh? Is that so?" Soro's mouth curled up slightly as he feigned surprise, his eyebrows arching just a little.

"I am ordering you now." Nappa pointed a finger at Piccolo and issued a command to Soro, his tone brook no argument. "Go over there and give that Namekian and his two companions a sound thrashing. If you don't obey, I don't mind beating the crap out of you!"

"Battle power 1,000." Vegeta smiled contemptuously, arms crossed over his chest, his chin tilted even higher. "Trash remains trash; after all these years, your battle power has only increased by this much."

Soro's face darkened, and the corner of his eye twitched.

Vegeta, you really know how to talk.

Just wait and see how I deal with you later.

Seeing Soro silent with a dark expression, Vegeta didn't care at all and added, "But it's fine. Although you're a low-class warrior, with another 500 points of battle power, you could rival Raditz, an elite warrior."

"Go on, Soro." Nappa patted Soro on the shoulder again, grinning. "I believe in you! Don't you dare try any funny business, or you know what the consequences will be!"

A brilliant smile appeared on Soro's face.

He tilted his head, suddenly reached out, and grabbed Nappa's wrist.

Nappa was stunned for a moment, looking down at his gripped wrist, but he didn't think much of it.

He assumed Soro was just trying to be friendly or greet him.

However, the next moment, Nappa felt that something was wrong.

Soro's fingers clamped onto his wrist like iron pincers, the force increasing steadily.

Nappa's smile froze.

Soro exerted a gentle force and twisted Nappa's arm slightly.

"Snap!"

Accompanied by a crisp sound, Nappa's arm snapped right in the middle as if it were a brittle yam.

The sound of shattering bone was exceptionally clear across the empty wasteland.

The speed was so fast that Nappa didn't even have time to react.

He hadn't even felt the pain yet; he just stared blankly as his arm bent at a grotesque angle.

Nappa was still dazed, suddenly seeing the wrist gripped in Soro's hand and hearing that crisp sound.

At the fracture, white bone shards pierced through the skin, exposed to the air.

Immediately afterward, Nappa felt a piercing, agonizing pain.

"Ah..."

Nappa let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.

He hunched over, clutching his severed arm with his other hand, his entire body trembling violently.

"Pfft..."

Blood sprayed wildly from the severed limb, splashing onto the ground and staining the soil red.

Nappa's face turned deathly pale in an instant, his lips quivering.

"What?"

Vegeta's eyes widened, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks.

He stared at this shocking scene in disbelief, the contempt on his face wiped clean.

Then, Vegeta took another deep look at Soro.

This brat.

His battle power is only 1,000.

How was Nappa's arm ripped off by him?

Vegeta frowned, feeling it was utterly inconceivable.

His gaze swept back and forth over Soro, trying to find some flaw.

"Eh? Nappa." Soro put on a panicked look, eyes wide, his tone full of innocence. "How did your arm fall off?"

He looked down at the severed limb in his hand, then at Nappa's bleeding wound.

"How did this happen? Come, come, let me put it back on for you!"

As he spoke, Soro stepped forward, grabbed Nappa's severed arm, aligned it with the wound, and jammed it in with force.

The cross-section of the severed arm ground against the wound, producing a teeth-grating sound.