Hearing Vegeta's words, Gohan asked in confusion, "No way. This outfit's really stretchy. Even someone my size could fit into it, let alone Grandpa."
As he spoke, he handed over his own battle suit. "Grandpa, you can wear mine. I just saw that there seemed to be one in my size inside."
Yamamoto Genryusai was overjoyed and quickly accepted the battle suit.
At a time like this, he did not care about pride or appearances. Taking this thing back to the Seireitei was better than anything else.
"Tch!" Vegeta snorted indignantly.
This father and son were truly irritating—both Kakarot and his son.
That settled the matter. Then Krillin said, "All right, I need to head to the Great Elder's place immediately. Frieza has already gone there. He may already know the incantation to summon Shenron."
"Uncle Krillin, I'll go with you." Gohan hurriedly offered, but Krillin refused him.
"No need. If I run into Frieza, it'll be easier for me to evade him alone. You all just wait here for me to return."
After saying a few more words, Krillin left the spaceship and sped toward the Great Elder's home.
After Krillin left, Vegeta gave a soft snort. "All right, there's nothing else to do now. Find somewhere to rest. Even once Kakarot recovers from his injuries, our chances against Frieza are extremely slim."
Elsewhere on Namek, Frieza wore an arrogant smirk as he calmly looked at the battered figure before him.
Nail panted heavily. Even as Namek's last remaining warrior, even with a battle power exceeding forty thousand—
Before Frieza, he was still as fragile as an infant.
If Frieza had not deliberately wanted to toy with him, he would have been killed instantly from the very beginning.
"Oh hohoho~~~" Frieza let out his distinctive laugh. "Stop wasting