Vegeta crossed his arms, raised his chin even higher, golden flames danced around him, and his tail swung more powerfully behind him.
Cocotte's hand froze in mid-air for a long while, speechless and choked with emotion, her fingers trembling slightly.
However, Cocotte didn't dare disobey Reiz's orders. With a helpless expression on his face, he could only squat down, reach out, shake Dyspo's body, and push his shoulder with his fingers.
"Vice-captain, wake up, vice-captain..."
Poor Dyspo was abruptly shaken awake by Cocotte. His eyelids trembled, and he slowly opened them, his eyes filled with confusion and pain.
He rubbed his head, gasped in pain, and felt dizzy, as if the whole world was spinning.
Then, Cocotte shook Kahseral awake again, this time more gently than before, but Kahseral still winced in pain.
"Let's go!" Reiz greeted with a smile.
After speaking, Reiz stepped forward and took Linoshi's hand, his fingers intertwining with her slender fingertips.
Linoshi's cheeks flushed slightly, and a hint of shyness flashed in her blue eyes as she let him pull her along.
The two flew slowly and steadily toward the Flying Saucer.
Broly and the others followed behind, clutching the giant Dragon Ball and grinning foolishly.
Vegeta crossed his arms, held his chin high, and his tail swished back and forth behind him.
Cocotte lowered her head, her red hair falling over her shoulders, her steps heavy.
Dyspo stood up unsteadily, his legs weak as if he were walking on cotton, and he didn't even have the strength to fly. Every step he took aggravated his wounds, making him wince in pain.
Seeing that Cocotte had no intention of treating him, Dyspo was furious.
" Cocotte, heal me right now!" Dyspo his teeth, glaring fiercely at Cocotte, his voice hoarse and low, filled with barely suppressed anger.
"Um... Vice-Captain, I'm really sorry!" Cocotte looked innocent, her face full of helplessness, and spread her hands in front of her. " Reiz won't let me treat you... Just bear with it."
"You... what did you say?" Dyspo his teeth.
"They said they can only heal you once Vegeta's strength surpasses yours." Cocotte's lips twitched as she hurriedly added, her voice growing softer and softer until the last few words were almost inaudible. Her pink lips trembled, and she dared not look Dyspo in the eye.
Dyspo: "..."
Dyspo's body stiffened abruptly, his purple face drained of color, turning deathly pale. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
He glanced at Vegeta, then his gaze fell on the brat with his arms crossed and chin held high. His expression grew increasingly grim, his purple eyes filled with despair and rage.
This kid's strength is worlds apart from mine.
He can only treat me after he surpasses me?
That would hurt so much I'd die!
He'd be a fool to surpass me!
His fists were clenched so tightly they cracked, his nails dug into his flesh, and his lips were pressed into a thin line.
"And me? Can you treat me?" Kahseral asked timidly from the side.
"Hmph, do as you please. You can't even beat me, so healing you is useless!" Vegeta glanced at Kahseral, his eyes narrowed into slits, a contemptuous smile on his lips, and his tail flicked behind him.
Kahseral: "..."
Kahseral's lips twitched violently, his face filled with a pained expression, and his eyes behind his one-eyed glasses were full of grievance and helplessness.
Am I really so weak that I can't even beat a kid like him?
However, being able to receive treatment made Kahseral feel somewhat better, and a relieved expression appeared on his face as he let out a long breath.
Cocotte forward, her hands radiating healing light. A soft, warm, emerald glow emanated from her palms, quickly enveloping Kahseral and shrouding him completely. The light flowed like spring water nourishing parched land.
Kahseral has finally recovered from his injury.
He stretched his limbs and felt a sense of lightness throughout his body, an indescribable feeling of refreshment.
Three minutes later.
Reiz and the others all boarded the Flying Saucer.
The interior of the silver-white Flying Saucer was brightly lit, with various instruments flashing a ghostly blue light.
Reiz stood in front of the control panel, his gaze sweeping over the dense array of buttons and screens, before turning to Cocotte and issuing the order, "Let's go. To a planet called Earth."
He casually told Cocotte the coordinates of Earth.
Cocotte nodded, her pink face full of seriousness. She stepped forward and quickly started operating the main control panel, her fingers flying across the screen, inputting coordinates, setting flight paths, and starting the engine.
"Call out!"
The Flying Saucer slowly took off, its silvery-white hull rising from the rocky platform. Blue flames shot out from its tail, instantly breaking through Namek's atmosphere and plunging into the vast starry sky.
Seeing the spaceship depart, Nail, standing at the window of the Grand Elder's room, had a complex expression on his grass-green face. His eyes were fixed on the silvery-white light that disappeared into the horizon, and he let out a long sigh of relief.
"They're finally gone, Grand Elder." Nail's voice was low as he looked away from the window and onto the Grand Elder, who was sitting in a chair, his brows furrowing slightly.
"It's good that he's gone, it's good that he's gone." The Grand Elder was relieved, a look of relief appearing on his aged face. His bloated body relaxed slightly in the chair, and his cloudy eyes slowly closed.
"The problem is... they took that One-Star Dragon Ball." Nail's voice was low.
The Grand Elder also fell into deep thought for a long time, his eyes slightly open, staring at the ceiling, his dark green face expressionless.
After a moment of silence.
"It's alright, we can just create a new Dragon Ball." The Grand Elder pondered, a resolute glint in his eyes.
"If new Dragon Ball are created, what will happen to the Dragon Ball they have?" Nail asked curiously.
"It will turn into stone," the Grand Elder replied.
"In that case, they should come back, right..." Nail's lips twitched, and he said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
The Grand Elder fell silent again, his cloudy eyes closed, and the wrinkles on his dark green face deepened.
Nail's statement is correct.
What if they really create new Dragon Ball, rendering their existing Dragon Ball ineffective?
Given their style of doing things, they might actually come back.
It's hard to say what will happen then...
"If all else fails, we'll have to put the Dragon Ball on hold for now." The Grand Elder took a deep breath, his bloated chest swelling as he slowly exhaled, then said with a hint of relief, a smile of joy appearing on his aged face, "Fortunately, we don't have any wishes to fulfill at the moment."
"Yes." Nail nodded.
He turned and walked back to the Grand Elder's side through the window, then suddenly remembered something, paused, and asked again, his voice tinged with curiosity. " Grand Elder, the Dragon Ball they're wearing around their necks..."