Gohan's Potential

Namek!

Seeing Piccolo collapsed on the ground, Gohan forgot all about the disparity in their strength. He lunged forward, a cannon-like punch distorting Frieza's face and sending him flying dozens of kilometers away. As Frieza's head tilted back, his body uncontrollably slammed into the mountain range behind him.

Bang!! Boom!!!!

The mountain shattered like tofu, exploding into pieces!

"Impossible... how is this possible!" Frieza roared in shock and rage.

Gohan's aura erupted, his original combat power of 50,000 suddenly skyrocketing to 1,000,000! In his extreme fury, he didn't even notice the change.

"Ya!!!!"

Frieza had been caught off guard! Although the gap in their power was vast, the suddenness of the assault left him defenseless.

His heart was filled with alarm. "How can a mere Earthling be this powerful!"

After steadying himself, he looked closely at Gohan's appearance, then at Sun Wukong. A flash of realization struck him! Seeing the seventy-percent resemblance in their faces, he guessed that this was Sun Wukong's son.

He sneered in disgust, "So that's it, another wild monkey. I shall exterminate you all!"

In that brief moment, he had figured everything out!

Gohan unleashed a barrage of energy blasts toward him.

Frieza showed nothing but disdain, crossing his arms over his chest to take the hits head-on in mid-air. He had only been caught off guard before; now that he was prepared, he truly didn't care about a mere combat power of one million.

The sound of explosions filled the entire battlefield.

Gohan continued to fire energy blasts with both hands.

The blasts striking Frieza's body gradually coalesced into a massive curtain of light. The yellow energy waves slowly shifted to red, the air so oppressed by the scorching heat that it felt as if there wasn't a single molecule of oxygen left!!!!!

Whoosh, whoosh!

Gohan stopped his assault, panting heavily.

Looking at the scene before him, he had no time to rest. He raised his hands above his head, his palms condensing a massive sphere of yellow energy—the signature move his godfather had taught him: Masenko!

He fired it toward the curtain of light ahead.

"Masenko!!!!"

With Gohan's shout, the beam surged toward Frieza. The red curtain of light shattered! An explosion capable of destroying the world transformed the landscape for dozens of kilometers, a massive mushroom cloud rising into the sky.

As the light faded, a wave of sorrow washed over Gohan. His eyes blurred with tears as he looked toward the spot where Piccolo had fallen.

Piccolo was gone! Fear and shock gripped his heart. Had his own attack destroyed Piccolo's body?

He looked around, then suddenly spotted Vegeta, Sun Wukong, and Piccolo floating in the air behind him, all wearing expressions of relief.

"Uncle Piccolo..." He shouted, flying over to Piccolo's side.

He looked at Piccolo with a pitiful expression.

Piccolo gently patted Gohan on the head.

"Gohan, I'm fine," he said with a relieved smile.

"Wow, Gohan, you're amazing! If I had to take an attack that powerful, even I wouldn't feel too good!" Sun Wukong said carelessly.

Vegeta watched Gohan, calculating in his mind. So, the bloodline of an Earthling combined with a Saiyan makes it easier to unleash potential! Even though Gohan had not been tempered by much combat, he had still erupted with such formidable strength.

Recalling the days when Planet Vegeta still existed, any Saiyan with a combat power over 20,000 was considered a genius. Yet, the remaining Saiyans were already surpassing the original pure-blooded ones.

If they were the legendary warrior race of the universe, they shouldn't be this weak! Vegeta was puzzled.

As for Piccolo, Frieza's previous attack hadn't hit his vitals. Vegeta had been quick to pull out a Senzu Bean and feed it to him.

When he told Bulma to hide, Vegeta had already taken the Senzu Beans from her just in case. Although he was strong, battles were unpredictable. He needed a backup plan in case of an accident, though he hadn't expected to use one so soon.

Piccolo had already recovered while Gohan was attacking Frieza, but Gohan, blinded by his intense rage, hadn't noticed, which was why he had continued to output such high power.

Now, Gohan's combat power had dropped to less than 50,000. The violent attack had pushed his stamina to the limit, to the point where he couldn't even maintain his base strength.

"Uncle Piccolo... I'm sorry... it's my fault for being too weak! I couldn't help you guys!" Gohan said in his childish voice.

"Gohan, you did very well. You didn't let me down," Piccolo said comfortingly.

"Don't get ahead of yourself... he's still got a long way to go!" Vegeta scoffed.

Vegeta continued to play the critic. In the original story, Gohan had immense potential, but because of the overprotection from Sun Wukong and the others on Earth, he had gradually devolved into Scholar Gohan.

It was a regret shared by many Dragon Ball fans, and he felt the same. Since he was here, he would change the original plot and make Gohan a true powerhouse!

Gohan's will to fight had been firm when he was younger, but Chi-Chi had constantly pushed the idea of him becoming a scholar, eroding that resolve.

As they spoke, the dust on the side began to settle, and a figure slowly emerged.

"Hey, hey, hey... how much longer are you going to keep up this sentimental act? I'm about to throw up," Frieza mocked.

Gohan looked at Frieza in shock. His violent attack hadn't even scratched him; there wasn't a speck of dust on his body!

"Son Gohan, take that bald guy and go to where Bulma is hiding, and get the spaceship ready!" Vegeta ordered.

"Go, Gohan. Leave the rest of the fight to us. Even I'm not sure about Frieza's strength. You guys can't help anymore," Piccolo explained.

"Fine, Uncle Piccolo, you must survive!" Gohan said, unwilling to leave.

He also knew that he had reached his limit just now. Staying behind would only drag them down.

The two of them turned back and headed in the direction they had just flown from.

"Hey, Frieza! We were having a good fight, why did you run off? Let's keep going!" Goku shouted.

"Ho ho ho... It makes no difference who comes. You're all going to die anyway!" Frieza laughed in his strange, shrill voice.

Just as Goku prepared to charge at Frieza, Piccolo suddenly grabbed his arm and said, "Goku, let me handle this myself. I want to avenge the fallen Namekians!" Piccolo said bitterly.

"Piccolo, you're no match for him. He has already reached a combat power of around 60 million! And that's only half his strength! You're only at 20 million!" Vegeta explained.

"Let me try. If it doesn't work, you can step in!" As he spoke, he had already charged toward Frieza.

"Kakarot, how many times the Kaio-ken can you use right now? Tell me, do you have the confidence to defeat Frieza?" Vegeta asked suspiciously.

"Hah... against the current Frieza, I have a bit of confidence. But if it's really as you say and he's only using half his power, then I have no chance at all. Without damaging my body, my absolute limit for the Kaio-ken is ten times!" Goku replied.

Hearing Goku's explanation, Vegeta calculated in his mind, "Based on Kakarot's current combat power of around 5 million, a ten-fold Kaio-ken burst would put him at about 50 million. If he pushes himself, maybe he could manage fifteen times! That would be 75 million. If it goes like this, then Piccolo goes first, then Goku, and finally, I'll finish him off myself."

It wasn't often they encountered an opponent they could actually fight; he might as well make good use of him. By taking turns, he could push them to the next level!