Vegeta Makes His Move

"Whoosh!"

Soro flickered, disappearing from where he stood as the air gave a sharp pop.

In an instant, Soro appeared directly in front of Nappa.

His speed was incredible.

So fast that Nappa didn't even have time to react.

Before Nappa's pupils could even contract, Soro's fist had already arrived.

"Thud!"

Soro threw an uppercut, his fist landing solidly in Nappa's abdomen.

The force of the punch pierced through Nappa's body, sending a ring of air bursting out from his back.

"Argh..."

Nappa let out a piercing scream, doubled over in pain, his body curled like a shrimp as a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Soro slowly raised his foot and delivered a flashy side kick, planting his sole against Nappa's chest.

"Rumble!"

Nappa's body shot away like a cannonball, tearing through the air with a shrill whistle. He arced across the sky and slammed into a distant cliff.

The cliff instantly shattered, sending rocks flying as dust billowed everywhere.

Countless stones broke loose and rumbled down the cliff, burying Nappa beneath them.

The dust settled.

Nappa lay on the ground, several chunks of rock pinning him down.

He stared blankly up at the blue sky, too dazed to make sense of what had happened.

The searing pain from his severed arm left him even more dispirited.

What was going on?

Why couldn't I even beat a low-class warrior?

His battle power was only 1,000!

Just as Nappa began to question everything he knew, Soro hurried over.

He landed both feet on Nappa's chest.

Soro glanced down at Nappa and grinned.

"Off you go!"

Soro kicked off with his left foot, using Nappa's body as a skateboard to shove away the fallen rocks and shoot forward.

Rubble flew in both directions as a long trail of dust streamed behind them.

Piccolo: "..."

Krillin: "..."

Both men gaped, their eyes wide as saucers.

Son Gohan rubbed his eyes too, staring at Soro in disbelief.

Could you actually use a person as a skateboard?

Krillin's mouth twitched. He turned to Piccolo, who happened to be looking at him too.

They exchanged a glance, both seeing the same thought in the other's eyes.

Was there something wrong with this Saiyan's head?

"Dammit!" Nappa fumed, his chest heaving. "I'll never forgive you!"

He suddenly opened his mouth. A blinding light began to gather deep in his throat.

Energy coalesced and compressed in his mouth, crackling with a "zzzt."

Nappa planned to unleash a mouth blast and hit Soro with it.

But just as the mouth blast had taken shape and Nappa was about to fire—

Soro calmly stepped forward.

He didn't even speed up. He took a single step as casually as if he were out for a stroll.

Then he planted a foot right on Nappa's mouth.

"Pfft..."

Nappa's mouth blast hit the sole of Soro's shoe and exploded inside his mouth. Flames shot out of his mouth, nostrils, and ears all at once.

Smoke poured from every orifice!

The sight was almost too spectacular!

Even Soro couldn't help laughing when he saw it.

"Nappa." Soro smiled at him, his eyes curving into crescents. "I don't usually laugh, unless I can't help it."

Nappa felt like everything was going wrong.

He spat out a mouthful of black smoke. Several teeth had fallen out, and he glared at Soro with bloodshot eyes.

His expression said he wanted to tear Soro apart and swallow him whole.

Soro grinned even more brightly and kept using Nappa as a skateboard, grinding him hard against the ground.

Nappa's back dragged along the earth, leaving a long streak of blood as gravel and sand dug into his skin.

Nappa trembled with rage, but there was nothing he could do to Soro.

His one remaining hand scrabbled helplessly at the ground, grasping at nothing.

"Hey, you guys." Soro skidded along for a while longer, then suddenly turned to Piccolo and the others with a warm smile. "Want to have some fun?"

The three of them jumped.

Piccolo instinctively took half a step back, a bead of cold sweat forming on his forehead.

Krillin's legs went weak, and he nearly sat down on the ground.

Son Gohan hid behind Piccolo, peeking out with only half his head.

They stared at Soro as if he were a demon.

Sure, seeing Nappa beaten up like this was pretty satisfying.

But this guy...

He seemed pretty wicked too!

And he wanted us to play?

How were we supposed to play?

Krillin swallowed hard, forced a smile more painful than a grimace, and waved his hands repeatedly.

"That's enough!"

Vegeta finally couldn't take it anymore and shouted angrily.

"You want to play?" Soro tilted his head toward Vegeta, the corner of his mouth curling into a smile. "Prince Vegeta?"

He kicked hard with his left foot, stamping down on Nappa's abdomen.

"Yowch..."

Nappa let out a miserable scream, his body curling into a U as his remaining hand clutched his crotch.

"Scrape!"

The next instant, Soro sent Nappa sliding forward another dozen meters. A long trail of blood marked the ground before he finally came to a slow stop.

"Here you go!"

Soro kicked Nappa in the body, his sole striking him in the waist.

Nappa's body arced through the air, tumbling several times before crashing down beside Vegeta.

He lay face-down, covered in blood, the wound on his severed arm still oozing.

"Ah... ah... aah..." Nappa reached out desperately, looking at Vegeta for help as his fingers scratched furrows into the ground.

Vegeta narrowed his eyes at Soro, then looked coldly at Nappa.

His face was expressionless, and there was even a trace of contempt in his eyes.

"Help me!" Nappa felt as if every bone in his body had been broken. The intense pain made him beg Vegeta for help. "Vegeta!"

Vegeta didn't bother with Nappa at all.

He simply looked past him, keeping his narrowed eyes fixed on Soro.

"Not bad, Soro." Vegeta smiled faintly, the corner of his mouth curving in a dangerous arc. "You're a low-class warrior, yet you managed to defeat Nappa, an elite warrior. I really underestimated you."

"Not at all." Soro smiled, then brushed the dust off his shoes.

"Looks like you've gotten a lot stronger over the years." Vegeta snorted, his gaze sweeping over Soro. "If I'd known, I wouldn't have left you behind back then. You might have been useful."

"You've got some nerve!" Soro snapped, his brows knitted and fists clenched. "You shameless bastards abandoned me on that planet! You left me all alone, with a hundred cat-eared beauties for company! All I did day after day was indulge in pleasure and laze around!"

His voice grew louder and louder.

"Just thinking about it makes me furious! I'll make you pay in blood!"

Vegeta: "..."

Vegeta's mouth twitched.

Why did Soro look furious, yet somehow excited at the same time?