Raditz Instantly Kills Nappa

Wasteland outside West City.

The gale whipped sand and grit against their faces, creating a crisp, crackling sound. The sky hung low and gray.

Vegeta hovered in mid-air, arms crossed over his chest, scanning his surroundings. He bared his teeth:

"Kakarot, you certainly know how to pick a spot. Remote enough, desolate enough—perfect for collecting your corpses."

Son Goku landed on a boulder and brushed the dust off his martial arts gi:

"Collecting corpses? Heh, it's not set in stone who's getting buried yet."

"What did you say?!"

Vegeta's face turned livid, the veins on his forehead throbbing. He stomped forward, causing the rock layer beneath him to crack and shatter as debris tumbled away.

"Stop putting on an act!" He gripped his right fist until his knuckles turned white. "You think a bunch of rabble like this can shake the Prince of all Saiyans? Come here and meet your end!"

Son Goku tilted his head, a brilliant smile on his face: "If you're in such a rush to get beaten up, I'll oblige you."

<strong>[Vegeta's Ki is indeed only 18,000. It seems the butterfly effect hasn't affected him. Piccolo's combat power is now 25,000; let him give Vegeta a taste of hardship.]</strong>

Son Goku turned to look at Piccolo.

Piccolo stood with his arms crossed, his expression cold and stern, his dark eyes surging with the desire for battle. He gave a slight nod.

"Vegeta is yours," Son Goku said with a laugh. "The Prince of Saiyans should be enough to help you loosen up."

Piccolo rolled his neck, his bones popping:

"Just as I intended. I've been wanting to see exactly how hard the bones of a so-called prince really are."

"Who are you calling hard-boned?!" Vegeta roared in fury. "I could crush a Namekian like you with a single finger!"

Piccolo didn't waste words. His figure vanished instantly.

Vegeta's pupils contracted, and he hastily crossed his arms to block—

"Boom!"

The two collided in mid-air, a shockwave erupting that sent yellow sand swirling into the sky.

The scouter on Vegeta's ear began to beep frantically: "Beep, beep, beep—!"

Vegeta retreated, using the recoil to gain distance, and glared at Piccolo: "Your combat power is still rising?!"

<strong>[Damn it... the scouter reading has already broken through to 25,000... This Namekian is actually 7,000 points higher than me?!]</strong>

Piccolo hovered within the dust cloud, dark green energy surging around him. He tilted his head:

"Surprised, Prince of Saiyans? Your scouter can only read numbers; it can't read training."

"Damn you!" Vegeta gritted his teeth, his white aura exploding outward. "Don't get cocky! I am the strongest in the universe!"

He transformed into a streak of white light and charged again.

On the other side.

Nappa was surrounded by Krillin, Tien Shinhan, Chiaotzu, and Yamcha. Four pairs of eyes bore into him, making him feel deeply uneasy.

<strong>[Damn it. Prince Vegeta is tied up. These Earthlings have high combat power, and there are too many of them.]</strong>

<strong>[And...]</strong>

He looked at the figure walking toward him, his throat bobbing.

Raditz was wreathed in a flickering white aura, a smile playing on his lips as he walked, flexing his wrists until his knuckles cracked.

"Nappa, are you ready to get beaten?"

Nappa swallowed hard and straightened his posture, though his voice sounded hollow: "Raditz! You traitor! Betraying Prince Vegeta, betraying the glory of the Saiyans... aren't you afraid that once the Prince frees himself, he'll tear you to shreds?!"

"Glory?"

Raditz threw his head back and laughed: "Glory?"

He pointed toward the figures battling in the sky:

"Open your eyes and look. Your Prince is being suppressed by a Namekian."

Nappa looked. Vegeta's attacks were fierce, but Piccolo was handling them with ease. Every time they traded blows, Vegeta was knocked back; every time they clashed with energy, Vegeta's aura was torn apart.

Impossible! Prince Vegeta is an elite, the Prince of all Saiyans! How is he being suppressed by a Namekian?!

Nappa's face turned ugly as he clenched his teeth: "Don't forget, we are a warrior race! A gap of a few thousand in combat power—I believe Prince Vegeta will definitely turn the tables! He must!"

"Is that so?"

Raditz's smile faded as he stepped forward, looking down at Nappa:

"You'd better worry about yourself first."

He extended his hand, palm upward:

"I'll let you strike first. After all, this is the last chance you'll have to attack in this lifetime."

"Bastard!"

Nappa roared, a white aura surging around his body as he stomped his feet into the ground and charged at Raditz!

"Die, traitor!"

His iron fist whistled through the air, smashing toward Raditz's face!

Raditz shifted his body slightly. Nappa's fist grazed the tip of his nose, the wind of the blow barely stirring a few strands of his hair.

"Too slow." Raditz's voice came from Nappa's side. "Your speed is much slower than it was a few years ago when you were bullying me on the mothership."

Nappa turned and threw another punch!

Raditz flickered, dodging once again, and brushed off his shoulder.

"Damn you! Don't get cocky!"

Nappa went berserk. Both fists rained down on Raditz, each punch carrying the power to shatter rock, each kick whistling with the force to tear through the air.

Every single one missed.

Raditz moved calmly through the flurry of fists, sometimes leaning to the side, sometimes arching back, sometimes leaping away. Nappa couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

A few years ago, this was how you held me down and beat me. You said the same thing back then—"Too slow, Raditz. A piece of trash like you is only fit for scouting."

Now...

Raditz's eyes turned icy cold.

"Too slow. Too slow!" His voice echoed repeatedly. "Nappa, can you go any faster? Or is bullying those with lower power levels all you're good for?"

"Arghhhhh!"

Nappa roared at the sky, clasping his hands together as a ball of searing white energy condensed in his palms. He poured all his rage and fear into it and hurled it at Raditz!

"Go to hell!"

The energy sphere dragged a tail of flame as it slammed toward Raditz.

Raditz stood his ground, not even bothering to dodge.

The charge time is too long, the trajectory is straight, and the power is scattered. An attack like this wouldn't even hit a target on the training grounds.

He snorted, his white aura erupting, and raised his right hand to slap the side of the energy sphere. With a dull thud, the ball of energy was swatted away, exploding against a hill hundreds of meters away and sending up a cloud of dust.

"What?!" Nappa's eyes widened, his legs stumbling back, his black beard trembling. "Impossible!"

Raditz slowly lowered his hand, brushed his palms together, and looked on with cold eyes:

"You've performed long enough. Now, it's my turn."

Before the words had even faded, his figure vanished.

Nappa's vision blurred as a gust of wind hit his face. He had no time to react, no time to block—

It's over.

Bang!

Raditz's fist slammed solidly into Nappa's gut.

"Ugh..."

Nappa's eyes rolled back, his mouth hanging wide open, unable to make a sound. His internal organs felt displaced, and all his strength was drained in an instant.

He flew backward, crashing heavily into the ground and kicking up dust. He lay motionless, knocked cold.

Raditz pulled back his fist, shook out his wrist, and looked down at Nappa with a complex smile:

So this is an elite warrior? The elite warrior who made me kneel on the ground and tremble a few years ago? Nothing more than this.

He turned and flew toward the others, grabbed Nappa by the collar, tossed him at Son Goku's feet, and clapped his hands:

"Too weak. It's not even a challenge."

Son Goku looked down at Nappa, then at Raditz, and shook his head with a smile:

"Nappa's power level is at most four thousand, and you're at fifteen thousand now. If you couldn't one-shot him, you might as well go find a block of tofu to smash your head against."

Raditz laughed, his inner unease completely dissipating: "You're right."

He looked up at the battlefield in the sky. A dark green aura and white light collided repeatedly, each clash erupting with a thunderous roar.

Vegeta, your pride in your status as a prince is worthless in the face of true power.

And I have already found something more important than status.

Raditz clenched his fist.