Dragon Ball: I Train the Strongest God of Destruction!
Chapter 28

Help Arrives from the Heavens

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Jaco watched Bulma's excited expression and climbed onto the boulder with her.

He scratched his head and asked Bulma curiously:

"Miss Bulma, who exactly did you just contact?"

Bulma glanced at Jaco, her face full of smugness:

"Hmph. It'll scare you half to death when I tell you."

"It was the angel, Lord Whis, the God of Destruction, Lord Beerus, and Lord Lin Fan!"

Jaco's eyes widened the instant he heard those names.

His mouth fell open wide enough to fit an egg. He hurriedly pulled a camera out of his clothes.

He looked at Bulma expectantly:

"The angel and the God of Destruction?"

"Are you serious?"

"Miss Bulma, when they get here, could you help me take a picture with them?"

"I'll be bragging about it for the rest of my life!"

Bulma rolled her eyes at Jaco, but still nodded:

"All right, all right. Let's see how you behave when they get here. Just don't embarrass me."

Jaco immediately nodded enthusiastically.

He clutched the camera tightly, his eyes fixed on the sky without blinking.

Meanwhile, Frieza heard Bulma shouting.

The smile on his face slowly disappeared, and he turned to look in Bulma's direction.

His eyes were full of disdain:

"An angel? A God of Destruction?"

"They're nothing but fanciful nonsense. You think you can scare me with that?"

Frieza sneered.

He turned his gaze back to Son Gohan and watched him kneel on the ground, covered in blood.

His mood instantly lifted again:

"My, my, how pitiful."

"Can you still hear your companions calling for help?"

"Too bad they can't save you."

Purple light once again shone at Frieza's fingertip.

He aimed it at Son Gohan's palm.

With a sizzling sound, the beam shot out and pierced straight through Son Gohan's hand.

"Ugh!"

Son Gohan let out a muffled groan.

Cold sweat instantly soaked through his clothes, and the pain made his consciousness grow even hazier.

But he gritted his teeth and used what little strength he had to slowly rise from the ground.

His body swayed, and he nearly fell again.

He stared at Frieza, his eyes filled with regret:

"Damn it! I've gone too long without training."

"My body's gotten rusty. I can't even turn Super Saiyan 2."

"Otherwise, how could you have beaten me this badly?"

Son Gohan's voice was weak, but it carried a note of defiance.

Frieza was taken aback to see Son Gohan still manage to stand.

Then he let out an even more arrogant laugh:

"Ha ha ha! Super Saiyan 2?"

"Do you think you still have a chance to transform?"

"Regretting it now? Too late!"

"The moment you turned Super Saiyan, your death was already a foregone conclusion!"

Frieza's eyes suddenly turned cold.

The purple light at his fingertip grew even brighter.

He slowly raised his hand and aimed at Son Gohan's head:

"Game over."

"Son Goku's son, die!"

The purple beam shot out in an instant, moving at incredible speed.

Son Gohan no longer had the strength to dodge or defend himself.

All he could do was watch the beam hurtle toward him.

Despair instantly engulfed him.

"Gohan!"

Piccolo and Krillin cried out at the same time, their voices torn with anguish.

They could no longer heed Son Gohan's warning.

Summoning all their strength, they rushed toward him.

But they were simply too slow.

The beam was less than a meter from Son Gohan's head.

At that critical moment,

a dazzling blaze of light suddenly descended from the sky.

Like a meteor, it appeared in an instant between Son Gohan and the beam.

With a boom, the beam struck the blaze and vanished without a trace.

The dust slowly settled.

Five figures appeared before everyone's eyes.

They were Whis, Son Goku, Vegeta, Beerus, and Lin Fan.

Son Goku looked at Son Gohan, covered in blood.

Then he looked at Frieza, who wore an arrogant expression.

His eyes widened in shock:

"Frieza!"

"Weren't you already dead?"

"What are you doing here?"

"What did you do to Gohan?!"

Vegeta narrowed his eyes as he looked at Frieza.

A cold smile curled his lips, and his eyes gleamed with excitement:

"Frieza, I never thought you'd dare show your face again."

"Perfect. I still haven't settled the score with you for last time!"

Frieza was taken aback when he heard Son Goku and Vegeta.

Then his expression turned utterly gloomy.

He hadn't expected Son Goku and Vegeta to actually show up.

Anger surged through him:

"Son Goku! Vegeta!"

"You again! You've ruined my plans!"

Before Frieza could finish speaking,

his gaze suddenly fell on Beerus.

The instant he recognized Beerus, his face turned deathly pale.

His arrogance vanished without a trace.

He hurriedly lowered his head, his voice turning exceedingly respectful:

"Lord Beerus!"

"What are you doing here?"

"Weren't you asleep?"

"Are you here to stop me?"

Frieza felt deeply uneasy.

He knew all too well how terrifying the God of Destruction was.

Compared to Beerus, he wasn't even an ant.

Beerus glanced at Frieza, his eyes full of impatience.

He didn't bother responding to Frieza.

Instead, he headed straight toward Bulma.

He kept mumbling as he walked:

"Super Strawberry Sundae."

"That Bulma better not have tricked me."

When Bulma saw Beerus coming toward her,

she hurriedly jumped down from the boulder.

She held up the box in her hands, her face beaming with a fawning smile:

"Lord Beerus! You're here!"

"Look, Super Strawberry Sundae! I made it especially for you!"

"It's still cold, too!"

Beerus's eyes lit up instantly.

He even quickened his pace.

Jaco stood on the boulder, watching the scene unfold.

His eyes were wide, and the camera nearly slipped out of his hands.

He hurriedly raised it, his hands trembling with excitement:

"Get a picture! I have to get a picture!"

"The God of Destruction and the angel!"

"This is a huge score!"

Frieza watched Beerus's back.

Once he was sure Beerus hadn't come to stop him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned to Son Goku and Vegeta, a flash of murderous intent returning to his eyes.

But his gaze soon fell on Lin Fan.

Seeing Lin Fan's silver-white hair and his formidable appearance,

Frieza furrowed his brow slightly, but quickly let it go:

"Whoever you are, as long as you don't get in my way, you have nothing to do with me."

"Son Goku, Vegeta."

"Today, I'm going to kill Son Gohan. No one can stop me!"

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