Earth
A short, sturdy figure stood in the sky. Watching the figures flying toward him in the distance—along with an airplane—Vegeta knew that Piccolo and the others had arrived. He slowly descended to the ground, sat quietly on a boulder, and waited. He didn't kill Sun Wukong. The system only gave me a mission to defeat you. It never said I had to kill you. I'll let you live and keep you around as my whetstone.
Vegeta looked at the fallen body with a complicated expression, his thoughts churning. A few figures descended from the sky alongside an airplane: Piccolo, Krillin, Son Gohan, Chi-Chi, Bulma, and the others.
Looking at Sun Wukong on the ground, Piccolo asked, "Old Goku, are you all right? Can you hold on?"
"Dad," Gohan cried, his eyes blurred with tears.
"Goku! Gohan!" Chi-Chi cried, running toward them.
"I'm fine. All the bones in my body are broken, but he didn't intend to kill me," Goku said weakly.
Fine? He was practically on his way to King Yemma's already! As expected of a Saiyan—even in this state, he still wouldn't die!
Everyone turned to look at Vegeta, the despicable Saiyan before them. Their confused expressions seemed to ask why he hadn't killed Goku. Krillin and Piccolo took up fighting stances, tense and fearful that Vegeta might suddenly attack them.
Vegeta sneered at the group before him. "Relax. I won't kill you, destroy Earth, or kill Kakarot, my whetstone. I only came for the Dragon Balls." If the old Vegeta had heard that, would he have been angry enough to come back to life? I'm Prince Vegeta! I don't need to be kind! I want to kill this whole pile of trash!
Everyone present was secretly astonished to hear Vegeta say that. Weren't Saiyans supposed to be evil? At worst, they destroyed planets; at best, they wiped out all life! Why would this man let them live?
What they didn't know was that this Vegeta was no longer the villain who knew only destruction and slaughter. Someone else had taken over his body. He was an Earthling, and though this wasn't the Earth he'd known, he still wouldn't commit such an inhuman act. As for Nappa, a dog that wouldn't obey was no longer worth keeping!
Vegeta slowly walked toward them, one step at a time. Krillin and Piccolo watched him approach, sweating with nerves and fear. "Stop right there! Goku may have lost, but we're still alive! If you want to hurt them, you'll have to step over my dead body!" Krillin said in terror.
Vegeta's gaze gradually shifted to a woman with blue hair, a curvy figure, and delicate features. It was Bulma. "They're enough to deal with things here. You, woman—take me to your place so I can bathe and eat. Relax, I'm not about to do anything to a woman."
Bulma looked at the domineering, handsome man before her and stubbornly replied, "In your dreams! I'm not taking you to my house. You killed Yamcha, and now you expect me to host you? Keep dreaming!"
Though Bulma spoke tough, a faint feeling stirred in her heart. This man was so domineering, so handsome. Letting him bathe and have a meal wouldn't hurt! No, no! They killed Yamcha! How could I think that?
Everyone knew Yamcha was a flirt. He and Bulma had broken up long ago; she'd just been reluctant to let go of the feeling of her first love. She didn't like Yamcha anymore. He was all talk, and he was a flirt, too. Bulma didn't care about things like ceremonies, but she couldn't accept having a two-timing womanizer as her man!
"Oh, Yamcha? The first Earthling who got killed? Was he your boyfriend?" Vegeta asked teasingly.
"He hasn't been for ages. He's just an ex-boyfriend. I don't like him anymore," Bulma blurted out. She regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth. Seeing everyone look at her strangely, she could almost hear them asking, "Did you really need to explain it to him in such detail?"
Bulma's cheeks turned faintly red as she lowered her head, mortified. Why am I explaining myself to him? He's the enemy! Though she thought that, her eyes honestly sneaked a look at the handsome, wickedly charming man.
"Just so you know, I wasn't the one who killed your ex-boyfriend. He got himself killed. And I even avenged you by killing that Saibaman." Vegeta walked up to Bulma, lifted her chin with his index finger, and teased her playfully.
"You really won't do anything to us, Vegeta? If that's true, we won't be hostile toward you anymore. As for the three people Nappa and the Saibamen killed, we'll use the Dragon Balls to bring them back," Piccolo said through gritted teeth. He didn't want to do this, but he couldn't beat Vegeta, so he could only try to get him to reveal his intentions.
"Hostile toward me? You think you're worthy? And I'm after the Dragon Balls. I have to make my wish first, a year from now!" Vegeta declared arrogantly.
"Damn it! So many of our friends died. Why should we let you use them first? We need to revive our own companions, too!" Krillin said angrily.
"Get your priorities straight. I spared your lives. Not killing you was already an act of great generosity on my part. What right do you have to negotiate? Keep talking and I'll send you to hell!" Vegeta said, his killing intent clear.
"All right, Krillin. Shut up. Let him use them first," Piccolo said calmly.
"Why, Piccolo...?" Before he could finish, Krillin looked at Piccolo and suddenly understood. They couldn't win, so they had to let things go for now!
"You'd better hurry and get Sun Wukong to a hospital. He's still alive, but I can't guarantee how much longer he'll last," Vegeta said.
He turned and wrapped his right arm around Bulma's waist. To his surprise, she didn't resist. "Woman, point me in the right direction. Take me to your house."
"Hmph! I have a name, and it's Bulma. I'm not 'woman.' Remember that." As she spoke, Bulma pointed toward West City.
Vegeta didn't waste any time. He scooped Bulma up and took off, flying in the direction she had indicated...
Everyone watched the two of them fly away, looking incredulous. They were just leaving? Bulma had taken that evil Saiyan away? Wasn't she afraid?
Only Master Roshi understood. It seemed those two were a perfect match! That was a good thing. Having someone to care about meant Vegeta would be even less likely to destroy Earth. A wave of relief passed through him.
Everyone carried Goku into the airplane and flew toward the hospital. On the way, Krillin asked Piccolo, "Piccolo, did you have some other plan? You stopped me from saying anything just now."
Piccolo answered with his eyes closed. "The Dragon Balls on Earth were created by that guy Kami, but they can only grant one wish at a time. And Chiaotzu's body has already disappeared. Even if you cheated and wished for everyone Nappa killed to be revived, and Chiaotzu's soul returned, where would he go without a body? Besides, if you still want to stay alive, don't pick a fight with Vegeta. It's not as if we don't have other options!"
Krillin asked again, "What options...?"
Piccolo opened his eyes. "Namek... Since I'm a Namekian..."
"I get it! You mean Namek has Dragon Balls we can use, too. And do you also want to go back to Namek and see it? It's your ancestral home, after all!" Krillin said happily.
Piccolo shouted, "I have no desire to go back! I'm a demon. I don't need feelings! If I do go back, it'll only be to rule over them." Piccolo's stubbornness was no surprise, but everyone understood that his two battles with the Saiyans—and that little brat Gohan calling him uncle—had already changed him. A little kindness had begun to stir in his heart. After all, he wasn't the old Piccolo. He was the second Piccolo, newly hatched from an egg, with no ambition to rule the world. If he had any obsession, it was probably just defeating Sun Wukong!...
West City,
In the villa of Dr. Briefs, the founder of Capsule Corporation, Vegeta arrived in the backyard with Bulma, descending from the sky. Dr. Briefs was watering the flowers, while Xiao Hei perched on his shoulder. It was a picture-perfect scene!
Seeing his daughter carried in from the sky by an unfamiliar man, Briefs asked in surprise, "Bulma, is this another new boyfriend of yours? He's much more handsome than Yamcha." Looking at the handsome man with flame-like black hair and a faint, wicked smile, he couldn't help remarking, "It's nice to be young. Does your mother know about your new boyfriend?"
"Dad... Don't be ridiculous. He's just a wicked, horrible Saiyan," Bulma protested, blushing. Whether that was really true was something she knew best herself!
Vegeta chuckled to himself. This old man was quite a character! What a wingman!
Bulma led Vegeta to the bathroom. Looking at his muscular yet well-proportioned body in the mirror, Vegeta glanced down and couldn't help feeling secretly proud. Not bad. It's not small! Nice. I'm just a little short. Then he thought that didn't matter; what mattered was that a man's pride was intact. He looked at his erect shaft.
Outside, Bulma gazed at the hazy glass, her face faintly flushed. Who knew what she was thinking...
She saw the Battle Suit he'd tossed outside and put it in the washing machine. Then she found a youthful-looking outfit in her father's closet and placed it on a rack by the door. "I put your clothes in the washing machine. There's an outfit outside. Put it on when you come out!"
When Vegeta heard her, he muttered, "Hmph. Women really are creatures who only care about looks!"
After he came out and changed into his new clothes, he headed to the dining room. A lavish spread was already waiting: pork knuckles, pork belly, tempura, chicken, duck, fish, and all kinds of other dishes...
Perhaps Bulma knew that Saiyans could eat a lot. After all, she'd known Goku for so long and understood their appetites, so she'd prepared this much!
Ding! "Congratulations, host, on completing the mission. The following reward has been issued: the skill Killing Intent Fist!"
Hearing the system's voice, Vegeta asked, "Killing Intent Fist? What's that? Is it better than Kaio-ken?"
The system explained, "Killing Intent Fist was specially created for the host. Given the Saiyans' endless killing intent, this technique will increase your battle power without limit, and it won't cause as much damage to your body. How good do you think Kaio-ken is? A large part of the reason Sun Wukong developed heart disease later on was his overuse of Kaio-ken!..."
Personal Status
Name: Vegeta Race: Saiyan Battle Power: 32,000 Skills: Artificial Moon, Sky-Shattering Cannon, Galick Cannon, Prince Tactics! Special Combat Skill: Killing Intent Fist, First Level (Its level rises with the host's killing intent and will not drop after battle. The first level multiplies the host's battle power by 5, and each level after that increases it accordingly!) Super Saiyan: Not yet awakened (S-Cells: 20%. The host did not become angry during this battle, so they did not increase!)
Vegeta stared at his personal status, his thoughts churning. Although my battle power increased quite a bit after fighting Kakarot this time, I'm still a long way from Frieza. If I've got the timing right, they'll set off for Namek in less than three months! Right, the Gravity Chamber, Ultra Divine Water, and the Hyperbolic Time Chamber at Kami's Lookout! Since he knew so many ways to increase his battle power, what was there to worry about? First, he'd eat. Afterward, he'd have Bulma modify his spaceship and install a Gravity Chamber. Then he'd go find the Ultra Divine Water and the Hyperbolic Time Chamber!...
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