A "Dragon Ball" Version of "Tantai" for Everyone

Whether Future Trunks is depressed or not is none of Vegeta's concern; he has neither the interest nor the spare time to manage him. He is a grown man, after all—it is time he learned to be independent!

What truly infuriates Vegeta right now is being ignored. First, the guy rejected his challenge, and then, he had the audacity to declare his intent to hit on Vegeta's woman right in front of him.

Even though Bulma has already pretended not to hear it, Vegeta simply cannot accept this!

Does the guy really think he didn't notice Bulma's heart rate spike and her face flush the moment it happened?

Whoosh—!!

Vegeta's golden aura flares with unprecedented intensity. In this moment, consumed by shame and rage, Vegeta erupts!

His combat power instantly spikes by a full two hundred million, soaring to 800 million in a heartbeat. Even Frieza is taken aback.

What the hell? This Saiyan is completely off the charts!

Bang—!!!

Vegeta's fist slams into 17's chest. Although 17 blocks it with his forearms, the sheer force causes the ground behind him to crack and splinter.

Frieza's eyes narrow. He channels his divine power into the earth, doing his best to reinforce the ground beneath them.

Once the battle begins, everyone's focus snaps back to the fight. Even Future Trunks watches the clash between Vegeta and 17 with a tense expression.

17 really does not want to fight, but he has already identified his target. As for the fact that she has already had a child, that is outside the scope of his considerations; as long as he completes the mission, the devices inside him will be permanently deactivated.

He has no choice!

Just like Vegeta, who is currently unleashing a frantic barrage of attacks upon him, 17 has no choice but to defend and counter with everything he has.

While there is a 100 million gap between 800 million and 900 million in combat power, battles are not decided by numbers alone. In particular, Vegeta's habit of appearing in impossible positions is giving 17 a massive headache.

He has already taken several hits, crashing through one mountain after another. The ground is riddled with craters of varying depths, his clothes are shredded, and a gash has been carved into his face.

17 touches his wounded cheek, and his anger flares!

He needs this face to woo Bulma! The damage to his looks is a significant loss—it could determine whether he succeeds in his mission!

"Vegeta!! You are courting death!!"

Hum—

"Hah—!"

With a surge of energy, a transparent barrier manifests, blocking a kick Vegeta attempted from behind. 17 immediately follows up with a sweeping tail-whip motion.

17 has been forced to use his energy shield—a life-saving skill he can only use three times a day!

Bang—!!

Thud—thud—thud-thud-thud—

Vegeta is caught off guard by the kick. His Shift technique, which has worked flawlessly on Frieza, was actually blocked by this pretty boy!

After smashing through several more mountains, Vegeta finally manages to neutralize the impact of 17's kick. Incensed, he lets out a roar.

"Bastard—you bastard—!! I am the Prince of all Saiyans! You dare covet my woman? I will make sure you never have the chance to be a man again!"

Frieza feels as if he is hearing the background music that only plays during battles in Dragon Ball.

Dun—dun-dun—dun! Dun—dun-dun!! Dun—dun! Dun—dun! Dun-dun—dun! Dun-dun—dun-dun—dun!! Dun—dun—dun—dun!!! Dun-dun-dun-dun!

"Hey, Chi-Chi? Goku has stabilized, right? Oh, oh, I see! Got it!"

A bead of sweat rolls down Frieza's forehead. What the hell? That's actually Bulma's ringtone!

A plow meeting a musical score.

Absurd!

Bang—bang—bang!!

Duang—

17 lands a headbutt on Vegeta. In perfect synchronization, both men clutch their heads and collapse to the ground.

In the end, Vegeta's resilience proves superior. He clenches his fists at his waist, bends his knees slightly, and lets out a feral, blood-curdling howl.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

Thump—thump—thump—thump—

Vegeta once again activates the Super Saiyan Muscle form. His entire body swells with massive, hardened muscle, causing Bulma to drool uncontrollably.

If not for the giant lump on Vegeta's head, he would look even more imposing.

As it stands, it adds a touch of comedy to the scene.

"Pfft—"

Frieza cannot help but laugh. He doesn't know why his sense of humor has been getting lower lately, but Vegeta's current appearance is truly too much to handle.

In this muscle form, Vegeta's combat power instantly surges to 1.2 billion—a truly terrifying figure.

Swish—

Knowing that his speed is compromised in this state, Vegeta decisively uses his Shift.

He launches a kick aimed directly at 17's crotch, fueled by the absolute determination to shatter his target.

Android 17 did not react in time; his head was still spinning.

He and 18 both possessed infinite energy, meaning they would not grow weak as a battle dragged on, but they could still feel pain.

And so, 17 failed to mount any effective defense against the suddenly appearing Vegeta; was instinctively clamping his legs together really going to work?

If he were facing someone of similar combat power, that move might have actually been useful.

However, he was currently facing a Vegeta who had entered a muscular state after flying into a rage, making this subconscious defense appear incredibly pale and powerless.

18 had already covered her eyes; she could already imagine the sound of shattering eggs, and in that instant, her heart didn't think of saving 17, but rather that he would never be able to complete his mission for the rest of his life.

Among Vegeta's side, only Frieza had the ability to prevent this scene from unfolding.

But why would he stop it?

He had lost his own physiological features during his transition, which made Frieza wish for everyone else to be just like him!

Therefore, not only did he refrain from stopping Vegeta's actions, but he also learned a great deal from it; in the future, whenever he saw someone he didn't like, he could just use this kick.

Look at that—the angle, the force, and the speed of Vegeta's kick were all impeccably steady, accurate, and ruthless; Frieza found it absolutely fascinating and a feast for the eyes!

BOOM~!!

Hmm?

The sound was wrong; shouldn't it have been a pop—the sound of eggs shattering? Did he kick 17 into an explosion instead?

This—did it have to be so violent?

The wind blew!

The dust settled~

Vegeta had been stomped into the ground by a massive foot, his entire body twitching as if he were about to breathe his last at any moment.

His head was buried in the dirt, preventing him from getting any oxygen!

WHOOSH~~!!

A golden wave of energy erupted from Trunks, his hair standing on end in fury for his father!

WHOOSH~~!!

A purple wave of energy soared into the sky.

Frieza was furious!

He had been enjoying the show, and that big lug Android 16 had actually come out to cause trouble; wasn't he just asking for a beating!?

Swish~

Swish~

Trunks and Frieza moved at the same time!

Bang~

Whoosh~

Clang~

Trunks was sent flying by a flick of Frieza's tail; this time, even Gohan didn't have time to catch him.

Krillin held his forehead with both hands and sighed, "Conan—er—Trunks really never learns, does he? How many times has he been beaten up now!?"

Tien Shinhan blinked his three eyes and actually held up a hand, counting seriously.

"The first time was being sent flying by Frieza, the second was being crushed by a spaceship, the third..."

BANG~~!!!

Android 16 was struck in the chin by Frieza's kick, sent soaring into the sky, and then Frieza recalled Vegeta's movements from just a moment ago.

Whoosh~

He used Shift to appear in front of 16, kicking out with a posture even faster, more accurate, and more ruthless than Vegeta's.

That kick was truly magnificent, peerless, and struck like a bolt from the blue.

DUANG~~!!!

"Awoo~~~ It hurts~~ Awoo-awoo-awoo~~ It hurts! My foot~ my foot~ my foot-foot-foot-foot-foot~~ My foot is ruined~~ Awoo~~ Awoo-awoo-awoo-awoo!!"

A Dragon Ball version of "Anxious," presented to everyone!

Lyrics: Little Golden Turtle!

Vocals: Frieza!

At this moment, Tien Shinhan finally finished his previous sentence.

"Counting the slap from Bulma, that should be seven times, right? This Conan—er—Trunks is quite pitiful!"

Bulma was furious!!

She lifted Baby Trunks up with both hands, aiming his little chili pepper directly at the two of them!

"Trunks, fire at will!!"

Don't say I'm padding the word count; every chapter of mine is around 2400 words, which is much more substantial than those stuck at 2000!

Barring any accidents, I should be able to update another chapter tonight.

As long as everyone enjoys reading, that's all that matters. My requirements aren't high—as long as you've laughed, whether it's a cold laugh, a mocking laugh, a happy laugh, or a laugh you just couldn't hold back, I have successfully achieved my goal!

Finally, good morning, everyone!