Shen Mo actually could have chosen not to intervene.
Then, just as in the original fate, Besta and Nappa would have destroyed a city the moment they arrived, ruthlessly slaughtering hundreds of thousands of people.
But this world was ultimately different from the others.
In such a powerful world, Shen Mo felt that he still needed to maintain his "image."
An intervention like this was extremely effective.
"What—what is this!" Krillin had already shouted.
"A Saiyan spaceship?"
Piccolo remained relatively calm, but his gaze toward Shen Mo had grown even deeper.
Just as he had expected.
This man was far from simple.
It was at this moment that the hatch slowly opened.
Two people flew out.
They were Vegeta and Nappa.
In an instant, everyone fell completely silent.
Especially Piccolo.
Sweat had already begun to bead on his forehead.
During this period, they had undergone arduous training in preparation for the coming Saiyans. It could be said that they had been waiting for this very moment. Yet just when they thought their strength had greatly increased and that they were fully capable of facing the crisis, they had suffered a setback at Saitama's hands.
And now.
The real enemies were right before them.
"Hm?" Vegeta crossed his arms and swept his gaze around. The Scouter over his left eye beeped. "They're all fairly strong. This is different from what I imagined."
"They probably knew we were coming long ago." Nappa revealed a vicious grin and flexed his fists. "Looks like our time on this planet won't be too boring."
"Hmph. Interesting." Vegeta snorted coldly.
Although he said it was interesting, his eyes were filled with mocking amusement.
Clearly, he did not regard the people before him as opponents worthy of taking seriously.
Especially—
His gaze swept over Shen Mo.
"Why