Vegeta Makes His Move

"Swish!"

Soro flickered, his figure vanishing from the spot as the air gave a soft hiss.

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

The speed was incredible.

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

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

"Bang!"

Soro delivered an uppercut, his fist landing solidly against Nappa's abdomen.

The force of the punch pierced through Nappa's body, sending a shockwave of air erupting from his back.

"Ah..."

Nappa let out a shrill, miserable scream, his face contorting in agony as his body curled up like a shrimp, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Soro slowly raised his leg and delivered a magnificent side kick, the sole of his foot stamping onto Nappa's chest.

"Boom!"

Nappa's body was instantly sent flying like a cannonball, tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound as he traced an arc through the sky and slammed heavily into a cliff in the distance.

The cliff shattered instantly, rocks flying everywhere amidst a cloud of dust and debris.

Countless fragments peeled away from the cliff face, rumbling down to bury Nappa beneath them.

The dust settled.

Nappa lay on the ground, pinned beneath several boulders.

He stared blankly up at the blue sky, unable to process what had just happened.

The intense pain from his severed arm left his spirit withered and weak.

What is going on?

Why can't I even defeat a low-class warrior?

His combat power is only 1,000!

Just as Nappa began to question his own existence, Soro flew over rapidly.

He landed both feet squarely on Nappa's chest.

Soro looked down at the man beneath his feet and grinned.

"Off you go!"

Soro kicked back with his left foot, using Nappa's body as a skateboard to shove aside the falling rocks and launch himself forward on the spot.

Debris splashed to both sides, leaving a long trail of dust in his wake.

Piccolo: "..."

Krillin: "..."

Both of them hung their mouths wide open, their eyes rounded in shock.

Son Gohan also rubbed his eyes, staring at Soro with a look of utter bewilderment.

Who uses a person as a skateboard?

Krillin's mouth twitched as he turned to look at Piccolo, who happened to be looking back at him.

Their eyes met, and they both saw the same thought reflected in the other's gaze.

Is there something wrong with this Saiyan's brain?

"Bastard!" Nappa roared in a fit of rage, his chest heaving violently. "I won't forgive you!"

He suddenly opened his mouth, a blinding light gathering deep within his throat.

Energy converged and compressed in his mouth, emitting a "zzzt" sound.

Nappa intended to unleash a mouth blast to strike Soro down.

However, just as the blast finished forming and was about to be released, Soro stepped forward without a hint of haste.

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

He planted his foot directly onto Nappa's mouth.

"Pfft..."

Nappa's mouth blast collided with the sole of Soro's shoe and detonated inside his oral cavity, with flames erupting simultaneously from the corners of his mouth, his nostrils, and his ears.

Smoke poured from his seven orifices!

The sight was nothing short of spectacular!

Even Soro couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

"Nappa." Soro looked at Nappa with a beaming smile, his eyes curving into crescents. "I usually don't laugh, unless I can't help it."

Nappa felt like his entire world was falling apart.

He spat out a puff of black smoke, several teeth missing, and glared at Soro with eyes so wide they seemed ready to split.

That gaze looked as if he wanted to swallow Soro whole.

Soro's smile grew even more radiant as he continued to use Nappa as a skateboard, grinding him forcefully against the ground.

Nappa's back dragged a long, bloody trail across the earth, with gravel and sand embedding deep into his skin.

Nappa trembled with rage, yet he found himself completely powerless against Soro.

His one remaining hand clawed frantically at the ground, but he couldn't grasp a thing.

"Hey, you lot." After sliding him a bit further, Soro suddenly turned his head toward Piccolo and the others, a warm smile on his face. "Do you want to have some real fun?"

The three of them were startled.

Piccolo instinctively took half a step back, a bead of cold sweat rolling down his forehead.

Krillin's legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.

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

They looked at Soro as if he were a demon.

Even though it was satisfying to see Nappa beaten into such a state, this person...

He seemed quite wicked himself!

And he wanted them to play?

How were they supposed to play?

Krillin swallowed hard, forced a smile that looked worse than crying, and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Enough!"

Vegeta could no longer hold back and let out an angry roar.

"You want to play?" Soro tilted his head, looking at Vegeta with a smirk curling the corners of his mouth. "Prince Vegeta?"

He stomped his left foot down hard, pinning it onto Nappa's lower abdomen.

"Awoo..."

Nappa let out a wail of agony, his body arching into a U-shape as his only remaining hand clutched his crotch.

"Crunch!"

The next moment, under Soro's control, Nappa slid forward another dozen meters, leaving a long, bloody streak on the ground before finally coming to a slow halt.

"Here you go!"

Soro kicked Nappa, the imprint of his sole left on Nappa's waist.

Nappa's body traced an arc through the air, tumbled a few times, and landed heavily beside Vegeta.

He lay on the ground, covered in blood, with the wound from his severed arm still oozing.

"Ah... ah... ahhh..." Nappa reached out desperately, looking at Vegeta for help, his fingers clawing deep grooves into the dirt.

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

His face remained expressionless, his eyes even carrying a hint of disdain.

"Save me!" Nappa felt as if his entire body had fallen apart, the intense pain forcing him to beg Vegeta for help. "Vegeta!"

Vegeta didn't even bother to acknowledge Nappa.

His gaze passed over Nappa, his eyes narrowed as he focused solely on Soro.

"Not bad, Soro." Vegeta chuckled softly, his lips curling into a dangerous arc. "For a low-class warrior to defeat Nappa, an elite warrior, I truly underestimated you."

"You flatter me, you flatter me." Soro smiled, then brushed the dust off his shoes.

"It seems your strength has grown quite a bit over the years." Vegeta snorted, his gaze sweeping back and forth over Soro. "Had I known, I shouldn't have abandoned you back then; you might have actually been of some use."

"You have the nerve to say that!" Soro shouted indignantly, his brows knitted together and his fists clenched. "You shameless bastards left me on that planet! Leaving me all alone, forced to keep company with 100 cat-eared beauties! Spending every day doing nothing but indulging in pleasure!"

His voice grew louder and louder.

"Just thinking about it makes me angry! I'm going to make you pay in blood!"

Vegeta: "..."

Vegeta's mouth twitched.

Why do I get the feeling that while you look furious, you also seem strangely excited?