"Oh ho ho ho... What a touching scene."
"A few ants that don't know their place actually brought the Dragon Balls I couldn't collect to my doorstep."
"To reward your 'loyalty,' I'll consider letting you die a little more quickly."
"Give them to you?"
Piccolo sneered and took off his weighted cape.
"You're thinking far too highly of yourself."
"We brought the Dragon Balls here to make our wish right in front of you, so you can watch your ambitions crumble with your own eyes."
"Oh?"
Frieza narrowed his eyes.
"Interesting. Just the lot of you?"
Just as the tension between both sides reached its peak and battle was about to erupt.
Behind a massive boulder in the distance.
Vegeta held his breath and stared fixedly at the scene.
Cold sweat poured down his forehead like beads from a broken string.
This... this is impossible...
Vegeta's hands trembled, a physical reaction brought on by extreme shock.
The moment Son Goku and the others landed, he had sensed that aura. Though it had not fully erupted, it was as deep and unfathomable as a vast ocean.
Kakarot... that low-class warrior...
Even though he isn't fighting right now, I can feel it. The energy inside him... it's practically bottomless!
A month ago, when he was on Earth, wasn't his normal power level only ten thousand?!
Why is it that now... I feel like he could crush me with a single finger?!
This was no longer a gap of several times over. It was a chasm dozens, even hundreds of times wide!
And it isn't just Kakarot...
Vegeta looked at Piccolo, Gohan, and even that Three-Eyed One, Tien Shinhan.
That Namekian's power level has surged into the hundreds of thousands too? And that brat... is he really Kakarot's son?
*Even those baldies and