The Battle Wasn't Over

"Beg for mercy? No, no, no! I'd never beg for mercy. Not in this lifetime." Wang Yang waggled a finger and said with a stubborn grin.

You can destroy my body, but you can't break my will.

King Cold trembled with rage. His face darkened as if it were about to drip, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"Then what the hell are you talking about?"

"Take a look at this." Wang Yang spread his hands and held them beside his face.

Hmm?

King Cold was a little curious. What was this little monkey up to now?

Just then, a blinding flash erupted. Its light was even more dazzling than the sun, and in an instant it stabbed at King Cold's eyes.

"Solar Flare!"

Two suns hung in the sky!

On the Blue-Green Planet, Wang Yang had thought of the techniques used by people on Earth. After deliberately studying them for twelve years, he'd made quite a bit of progress.

"Ah! My eyes! You dirty, treacherous little monkey!" King Cold suddenly clapped both hands over his eyes and howled. His thick tail whipped back and forth behind him, smashing cracks into the ground.

How could he have known that, among the simple-minded Saiyans, there would be a child who played so dirty, unleashing one despicable trick after another?

Wang Yang forced a smile and formed a circular Destructo Disc in his right hand, hurling it at King Cold.

With his left hand, he fired a blue Ki Blast into the ground. It burrowed through countless obstacles like a long snake, finally striking the planet's core.

The Destructo Disc swept along a perfect arc, slicing past King Cold's shoulder and splitting a small mountain behind him in two.

"Ah!" King Cold suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right arm. His left hand instinctively reached over. When he touched it, his palm came away sticky and wet.

King Cold sensed something was wrong.

Before long, the light faded. King Cold saw a sight that made his eyes bulge with fury: his right arm was lying motionless on the ground.

"My arm..."

King Cold's face darkened as if it were about to drip. He crouched down and grabbed the severed arm with his left hand, trembling violently with rage. His unstable aura burst from him, blasting a huge crater into the ground.

"Saiyan monkey... I'll make sure you die a horrible death."

As soon as King Cold finished speaking, the planet Wang Yang had struck at its core exploded with a roar, blossoming through space like a dazzling firework.

"Ah!"

When the planet exploded, King Cold, caught completely off guard, bore the brunt of it. Intense light swallowed his whole body, and the tremendous shock wave stretched his massive frame out long.

Nearby, a two-meter boulder was hurled away by the planet's enormous shock wave, streaking through space like a shooting star.

A faint blue glow clung to the boulder's surface. On one side was a hole, through which a boy could be seen curled up at the center of the rock.

The battle isn't over. I haven't lost. Once I've eaten my fill, King Cold, we'll have ourselves another good fight.

As a stubborn Saiyan, I can be defeated physically, but I'll never surrender in spirit.

King Cold and Wang Yang had battled for half a day. Wang Yang had caught him off guard and cut off one of his arms, then King Cold had been engulfed by the planet's explosion.

Now King Cold's right arm was gone, and a large section of his thick tail had been severed. His skin was torn and bloody, leaving him in a wretched state.

He floated motionless in the cold, dark reaches of space. If not for the faint rise and fall of his chest, anyone would have taken him for a corpse.

Saiyan... monkey! King Cold's mouth opened and closed, his chest filled with boundless resentment.

"Saiyan... monkey!" King Cold's fierce eyes snapped open. He roared, unleashing his full aura and blowing away all the cosmic dust around him.

Feeling the immense aura in the distance, Wang Yang's eyes shifted slightly.

As expected of that legendary race with skin as tough as leather. Even a planet exploding couldn't kill you. Wang Yang sighed inwardly, then paid King Cold no more attention. He exerted a little force to change the boulder's course and then began slowly sinking into sleep with the Turtle Breathing Technique.

The boulder swept through space, moving slowly yet swiftly.

"Where is he?"

"Where?"

"Where did that monkey go?"

King Cold hovered in space, roaring at the heavens. His purple face was twisted with fury as he clenched his teeth and searched in every direction with all four eyes.

That damned monkey had survived in space the first time they met, and he'd been the one to make the planet explode. King Cold absolutely refused to believe that the wretched Saiyan monkey had died from it.

Without having learned to sense ki, King Cold could search all he liked, but there wasn't the slightest trace of Wang Yang anywhere in the vast universe.

"Don't let me run into you again. Next time, I won't let my guard down like I did today." Enraged and helpless, King Cold fired energy blasts in every direction, venting his fury across space.

It was a lush, verdant planet. A streak of light tore across the sky and pierced the atmosphere, revealing a boulder more than a meter across. Scorching flames blazed over its surface as it hurtled toward the ground.

Countless creatures on the surface saw the meteor. Some of them prostrated themselves and prayed to it.

Rumble!

The boulder crashed into the ground, gouging out a huge crater. Smoke and dust billowed up around it, rippling outward in every direction.

A dirty figure sprang nimbly from the dust cloud and darted into a dense forest nearby.

I'm starving! That was the only thought in Wang Yang's mind.

First he'd flown through space, then fought King Cold, and after that he'd fled through space with a badly wounded body. If he hadn't entered a hibernating state, he would have starved to death after going so long without food.

Flying through the sky, Wang Yang scanned the surroundings, searching for something to eat.

Suddenly, Wang Yang's gaze shifted. He heard the sounds of fighting in the distance.

A group of Little People, each only as tall as Wang Yang's knee, were surrounding a shaggy beast more than ten meters tall. The beast had a gaping maw filled with fangs, and its four hooves trampled in every direction. Countless Little People were crushed beneath its feet, their blood staining the earth red.

Wang Yang, tall and imposing compared with the Little People, flew through the sky. Sunlight shone behind him, making him gleam with an extraordinary presence, like a god descending to earth.

Lord Kami!

Lord Kami, please save us!

The Little People on the ground were terrified by the beast's slaughter. When they saw Wang Yang flying overhead, they immediately fell to their knees and prayed devoutly.

Wang Yang suddenly appeared beside the beast and kicked it hard, knocking it over. Then he fired a Ki Blast from his right hand, engulfing the beast.

With Wang Yang's precise control, the Ki Blast spread across every part of the beast's body. The beast crackled all over, and before long, the scent of roasting meat filled the air. It had been cooked to a crisp on the outside and tender within.

That's wonderful!

At last, the demon is dead!

Seeing the monster that had been slaughtering their people killed by Kami, the Little People clung to one another, rejoicing and weeping tears of joy.