Battle Ends! System Rewards

Earth.

In the sky, a short, sharp figure stood firm. Vegeta watched the figures and the aircraft flying in from the distance, knowing full well that Piccolo and the others had arrived. He slowly descended to the ground, sat upon a massive boulder, and waited quietly. He did not move to finish off Son Goku; in his heart, he thought, The system only issued a mission to defeat you, not to kill you. I'll keep you alive to serve as my whetstone.

Vegeta looked at the fallen body with complex eyes, his thoughts churning. In the sky, several figures descended alongside an aircraft: Piccolo, Krillin, Son Gohan, and a group including Chi-Chi and Bulma.

Piccolo looked at the fallen Son Goku and said, "Old Son, are you alright? Can you hold on?"

"Daddy," Gohan said, his eyes blurred with tears.

... "Goku, Gohan!" Chi-Chi cried out as she ran toward Goku.

"I'm fine, just all my bones are shattered. He had no intent to kill me," Goku said in a weak voice.

Fine? He's practically ready to report to King Yemma! As expected of a Saiyan, he still won't die even like this!

Everyone's gaze shifted in unison toward Vegeta, staring at this detestable Saiyan. Their eyes seemed to ask in confusion why he hadn't killed Goku. Krillin and Piccolo assumed combat stances, prepared for the worst, terrified that Vegeta might strike at any moment.

Vegeta sneered at the people before him. "Rest assured, This Seat will not kill you, nor will I destroy the Earth, and I certainly won't kill Kakarot, this whetstone of mine. I only came for the Dragon Balls." One wonders if the original Vegeta would have been resurrected by sheer rage upon hearing this! I am Prince Vegeta. I don't need kindness; I want to slaughter this pile of trash!

Everyone present was secretly astonished to hear Vegeta say this. Weren't Saiyans supposed to be evil? At worst, they destroy planets; at best, they exterminate all life! Why would this man let them go?

But they did not know that this Vegeta was no longer the villain who only knew destruction and slaughter; his soul had been replaced. As an Earthling—even if not the Earth he once knew—he would not commit such inhumane acts. As for Nappa, a disobedient dog was simply unnecessary.

Vegeta walked slowly toward the group, step by step. Krillin and Piccolo, beads of cold sweat on their foreheads, looked at the approaching Vegeta with a mix of tension and fear. "Stop right there! What are you doing?" Krillin shouted in terror. "Even if Goku lost, we are still alive! If you want to touch them, you'll have to step over my corpse!"

Vegeta's gaze gradually shifted to a woman with blue hair, a curvaceous figure, and delicate features. It was Bulma. He said to her, "They are enough. You, woman, take This Seat to your home for a bath and a meal. Don't worry, This Seat isn't the type to do anything to a woman."

Bulma looked at this overbearing yet handsome man and retorted stubbornly, "In your dreams! I won't take you to my house. You killed Yamcha, and now you want me to host you? Dream on."

Although Bulma was tough with her words, a faint feeling stirred in her heart. This man is so overbearing, so handsome. Taking him for a bath and a meal wouldn't be a big deal... No, no! They killed Yamcha! How could I think like that?

In truth, Yamcha's philandering ways were common knowledge, and Bulma had long since broken up with him; she had only been clinging to the memory of her first love. She had long since stopped liking Yamcha as a person—he was all talk and unfaithful. While Bulma didn't care much for formalities, she couldn't accept a man who was a total playboy.

"Oh, Yamcha? The first Earthling to be killed? Was he your boyfriend?" Vegeta teased.

"He hasn't been for a long time, just an ex-boyfriend. I don't like him anymore," Bulma blurted out. She regretted it the moment she said it, seeing the strange looks from the others, as if asking, Was it necessary to explain that clearly?

Bulma's cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head, feeling incredibly embarrassed. Why did I explain that to him? He's the enemy! she thought, though her eyes honestly and secretly peeked at this charming, overbearing, and handsome man.

"Friendly reminder: your ex-boyfriend wasn't killed by me; he sought his own death. Besides, I avenged you by killing that Saibaman," Vegeta said, stepping right up to Bulma and lifting her chin with his index finger, teasing her playfully.

"Are you really not going to cause trouble? Vegeta, if that's true, we won't be hostile toward you anymore. As for the three people killed by Nappa and the Saibaman, we will use the Dragon Balls to resurrect them," Piccolo said through gritted teeth. He didn't want to do this, but since he couldn't beat him, he had to probe him.

"Hostile toward me? Are you even worthy? Also, my goal is the Dragon Balls. I must be the first to use them a year from now!" Vegeta declared with arrogant pride.

"Damn it! So many of our friends died, why should we let you use them first? We need to resurrect our own partners!" Krillin said fiercely.

"Check your attitude. It is I who spared your lives; not killing you is already This Seat's magnanimity. Do you even have the right to negotiate? If you talk any more nonsense, I'll send you to hell!" Vegeta said with killing intent.

"Enough, Krillin, be quiet. Let him use them first," Piccolo said calmly.

"Why, Piccolo..." Before he could finish, he looked at Piccolo's eyes and suddenly understood: they couldn't win, so they had to play along for now.

"You lot had better hurry and take Son Goku for treatment. He isn't dead yet, but I can't guarantee how much longer he can hold on," Vegeta said.

He turned and wrapped his right arm around Bulma's waist. To everyone's shock, Bulma did not resist. Vegeta then said, "Woman, point the way and take me to your home."

"Hmph, I have a name. It's Bulma, not 'woman.' Remember that," Bulma said, pointing toward West City.

Vegeta didn't dawdle; he picked up Bulma and took flight, heading in the direction she indicated...

The group watched the two fly away, their eyes filled with disbelief. They're just leaving? Bulma took that evil Saiyan with her? Isn't she afraid?

Only Master Roshi, that old man, understood. It was a case of two peas in a pod—they had hit it off! This is for the best. With a tether, he's even less likely to destroy the Earth. A trace of relief flashed through his heart.

The group loaded Goku into the plane and headed for the hospital. On the way, Krillin asked Piccolo, "Piccolo, did you have other ideas? You stopped me from speaking earlier."

Piccolo closed his eyes and replied, "The Earth's Dragon Balls were created by that guy, Kami, but they can only grant one wish at a time. Besides, Chiaotzu's body has already vanished. Even if you cheated and wished to resurrect those killed by Nappa, Chiaotzu's soul would return, but where would it go without a body? Moreover, if you want to keep your life, don't pick a fight with him. It's not like there aren't other ways!"

Krillin asked again, "What other ways..."

Piccolo opened his eyes and said, "Namek... since I am a Namekian..."

"I understand! You mean Namek has Dragon Balls we can use? Also, do you want to go back to Namek to see it? After all, it is your ancestral home!" Krillin said happily.

Piccolo shouted, "This King has no desire to return! I am of the Demon Clan; I don't need emotions! If I go back, it will only be to rule them!" Piccolo's stubbornness was expected, but everyone understood that through these two battles with the Saiyans, and that little brat Gohan calling him 'uncle,' Piccolo had changed. A sliver of kindness had sprouted in his heart. After all, he wasn't the old Piccolo; he was the second-generation Piccolo who had hatched from an egg, lacking the ambition to rule the world. If he had any obsession, perhaps it was just to defeat Son Goku!

West City.

Inside Dr. Brief's villa, in the back garden. Vegeta descended from the sky with Bulma. The doctor happened to be watering flowers in the garden, with Xiao Hei perched on his shoulder—a picturesque scene.

Dr. Brief looked at his daughter being carried down from the sky by a strange man and asked in surprise, "Bulma, is this a new boyfriend? He's much more handsome than Yamcha." Looking at this man with flame-like black hair and a handsome face, carrying a faint, wicked smirk, he couldn't help but sigh, "Youth is great. Does your mother know about your new boyfriend?"

"Dad... don't talk nonsense. He's just a detestable and evil Saiyan," Bulma retorted, blushing. Whether she meant it or not, she knew in her heart!

Vegeta chuckled inwardly. It seems this old man is quite the character! A real wingman!

Bulma led Vegeta to the bathroom. Vegeta looked at his muscular yet well-proportioned body in the mirror. Looking down, he couldn't help but feel secretly proud. Not bad, not small at all! Nice. Though the height is a bit lacking! He thought that didn't matter; what mattered was a man's dignity and strength. He glanced at his crotch and smirked.

Outside, Bulma stared at the frosted glass, her face flushing slightly, her mind wandering...

She saw his discarded battle armor, threw it into the washing machine, and found a set of younger-looking clothes from her father's closet. She placed them on the rack by the door and said, "I put your clothes in the wash. There's a set of clothes outside; wear those when you come out!"

Vegeta muttered to himself after hearing this, "Hmph, women. Truly creatures who only care about looks!"

After coming out, he put on the new clothes and walked to the dining room. A table of sumptuous food was already laid out: pork knuckles, pork belly, tempura, chicken, duck, fish, and meat of all kinds...

Perhaps Bulma knew Saiyans were big eaters; having known Goku for so long, she knew their appetite, which was why she had prepared so much!

Ding! "Congratulations to the host for completing the mission. Issuing the following reward: Skill, Killing Intent Fist!"

Vegeta heard the voice and asked, "Killing Intent Fist? What is that? Is it better than the Kaio-ken?"

The system explained, "The Killing Intent Fist is specially crafted for the host. Given the Saiyans' endless will to slaughter, this technique will increase your combat power without limit, and it does not cause as much damage to the body. You think the Kaio-ken is so great? A large part of the reason Son Goku developed heart disease later on was due to his overuse of the Kaio-ken!..."

Personal Interface

Name: Vegeta

Race: Saiyan

Combat Power: 32,000

Skills: Artificial Moon, Galick Gun, Big Bang Attack, Prince Tactics!

Special Technique: Killing Intent Fist Level 1 (The level increases through the host's killing intent; the level will not drop after battle. Level 1 Killing Intent provides 5 times your own combat power, and so on!)

Super Saiyan: Not Awakened (S-Cells at 20%. Since the host did not feel rage during this battle, there was no increase!)

Vegeta looked at his personal interface, his thoughts churning, Although this battle with Kakarot increased my combat power quite a bit, I am still a long way from Frieza. Calculating the time, in less than three months, they will also be setting off for Namek! Right, the gravity chamber, the Super God Water, and the Hyperbolic Time Chamber at the Lookout! Since he knew so many ways to increase his combat power, what was there to worry about? First, he would eat, and after eating, he would have Bulma modify his spaceship to add a gravity chamber. He would go find the Super God Water and the Hyperbolic Time Chamber first!...