Next time, I'll spank your own butt

"Are you going to beat your wife like Goku does? I'm not like Chi-Chi; she's trained and can take a beating, but my delicate body won't survive a thrashing from you!" Bulma looked at Wang Yang with a pitiful expression.

"How could I ever hit you? Rest assured, I wouldn't even hit myself before I'd hit you!" Wang Yang promised with solemn conviction.

"Hmph, remember what you just said. Next time, go hit your own backside instead!" Bulma gave Wang Yang a charming, sidelong glance.

"..."

Oolong and Master Roshi felt the atmosphere here had grown far too chilly. The two exchanged a look, both deciding this was no place to linger, and hurried over to check on Chi-Chi's injuries.

"Goku, you must learn to control your own strength. It's fortunate it was only Chi-Chi; if it had been any other woman, it would have been a disaster," Master Roshi said to Son Goku with earnest gravity.

"Master Roshi is right!"

"It's a pity about Chiaotzu. He has already died once, and Shenron cannot revive him again," Master Roshi suddenly sighed.

"Master Roshi, Wang Yang said that on Piccolo's home planet, Namek, there are also Dragon Balls. At worst, once this battle is over, we can go to Namek and ask them to revive Chiaotzu and the others."

Son Goku said to Master Roshi.

"So that's how it is. In that case, you all should make the trip. They protected the Earth against a powerful enemy; we must ensure they are revived."

"Mm-hmm!"

Damn it! How is he so strong? It's completely impossible to contend with him!

In the distance, Vegeta sensed the immense power within Little Sheng's body. This aura, which made his blood run cold, caused his entire frame to tremble uncontrollably, his face etched with terror.

As the Prince of all Saiyans, he would never retreat from an evenly matched fight, but the disparity in their power was simply too vast...

At this moment, seeing that the opponent didn't seem to notice him, Vegeta took a few steps back without a sound, then suddenly erupted with energy and flew off into the distance.

I'll retreat for now. Once I've grown stronger, I will slaughter all of you to vent the hatred in my heart.

Vegeta was furious, but he was no fool; he knew when it was time to run.

"Hmm?" Little Sheng, who had been watching Chi-Chi, suddenly noticed Vegeta attempting to flee. In a flash, he appeared directly in front of Vegeta.

"What?"

Vegeta suddenly found a figure blocking his path and instinctively slammed on the brakes to steady himself.

How did he get in front of me so quickly?

Vegeta was stunned by Little Sheng's speed, cold sweat pouring uncontrollably down his forehead.

"Where do you think you're going?" Little Sheng crossed his arms, his gaze cold as he squinted down at the terrified Vegeta.

"Go to hell!" Rage and shame intertwined in Vegeta's heart. Seeing this guy blocking his path, he let out a fierce, blustering roar.

Vegeta gathered massive energy in his hands and unleashed it relentlessly toward the Little Sheng in front of him.

"Die... die... die..."

Vegeta's hands moved with blinding speed, turning into two great windmills as countless energy blasts flew out.

BOOM!

A massive explosion erupted, flames shooting into the sky, and Little Sheng's figure was instantly swallowed by the energy.

"Ah! My Gohan!"

Just a moment ago, she had looked half-dead, but the second she saw Little Sheng being attacked by Vegeta, Chi-Chi stood up as if she had been fully restored to health.

"Little Sheng!"

Bulma couldn't care about bickering with Wang Yang anymore. Seeing this scene, she turned deathly pale and buried herself in her husband's arms.

"Don't worry, Little Sheng is very strong now. A mere Vegeta is no match for him at all. If you don't believe me, look back—isn't Little Sheng standing there completely unharmed?" Wang Yang patted Bulma's back, comforting her softly.

Hearing Wang Yang's words, Bulma immediately looked back.

The thick smoke dissipated, and just as Wang Yang had said, Little Sheng stood in place without a scratch, arms crossed as he watched Vegeta.

"Is this kind of attack supposed to be tickling me? Your strength is lacking—did you forget to eat? Why don't you go grab a meal before coming back to fight?" Little Sheng sneered, his face filled with unconcealable disdain.

"Bastard!" Vegeta's pride was severely shattered. Rage caused him to lose his reason; he flew forward and threw a punch straight at Little Sheng's face.

"Slow! Too slow! It's like playing house!" Little Sheng tilted his head nonchalantly, dodging the strike.

Missing his mark, Vegeta continued his assault with a savage expression, his hands turning into afterimages as he struck at every part of Little Sheng's body.

Alas, the gap in their combat power was too great; none of Vegeta's attacks were effective.

Little Sheng stood with an arrogant posture, his left hand behind his back, his right index finger raised, effortlessly blocking every one of Vegeta's attacks.

THUD!

Little Sheng had had enough fun. A brilliant smile appeared on his face as he delivered a heavy, lightning-fast punch to Vegeta's abdomen.

"Ugh..." Struck by the blow, Vegeta felt as if he had been hit by a thunderbolt; his mind went completely blank.

His face twisted violently, and he stumbled back several steps, clutching his stomach, saliva spraying from his mouth. He then collapsed to his knees with a heavy thud, his head slamming hard against the solid rock.

"So... powerful!" Krillin was stunned to see Little Sheng defeat the arrogant Vegeta with a single punch.

"Wow! Little Sheng is so amazing!" Seeing her son's prowess, Bulma covered her red lips with her hand, her eyes shining with pride.

"Gohan, beat him hard! How dare he come to Earth and interfere with your studies!" Chi-Chi, held in Goku's arms, turned her head and shook her fist at Wusheng, shouting loudly.

"..." Goku.

"..." Wang Yang.

"Damn it! I couldn't even take a single hit from him!" Vegeta's face, pressed against the ground, twitched uncontrollably. Cold sweat poured from his forehead, soaking a large patch of the Kitsuchi soil beneath him.

Vegeta felt soreness throughout his entire body; the ki within him had been shattered by Wusheng's punch and refused to coalesce again.

Wusheng looked down at the fallen Vegeta with cold, indifferent eyes, slowly raising his right hand to aim at the man below.

A yellow Ki Blast began to condense in his palm; even in his prime, this single strike would have been enough to destroy Vegeta.

I'm going to die! I don't want to die! I haven't become a Legendary Super Saiyan yet, and I haven't killed Frieza. Feeling the terrifying aura emanating from above, Vegeta trembled violently, his desire for survival stronger than ever before.

"Wusheng!"

At that moment, Wang Yang appeared instantly by Wusheng's side and called out softly.

"Dad?" Wusheng looked at Wang Yang with a hint of confusion.

"Let him go," Wang Yang sighed lightly. If this had been before, he never would have spared Vegeta, as there was certainly bad blood between them. But ever since his own heart had found peace, he no longer felt any hostility toward him, and he decided to grant him a way out this time.