Vegeta to the Rescue!

His gaze lingered on the communicator, and he couldn't help but pause. The screen was filled with a dense list of missed calls, the flashing red light seemingly conveying the caller's frantic state. He frowned, thinking the device was likely about to explode from the sheer volume of alerts.

With a hint of impatience, he reached out to pick up the communicator and pressed the answer button. Before the other party could speak, he said in a blunt tone, "Stupid woman, what is it?" At that moment, he had no idea that a crisis concerning the fate of the Earth was waiting for him; he was simply feeling an inexplicable irritation at Bulma's relentless string of calls.

The moment Vegeta answered, Bulma's voice erupted from the receiver like a barrage of gunfire: "Where are you? Vegeta! Answer me! Goku is almost finished, and the Earth is about to be destroyed! You guy, all you ever do is train—do you have any idea what time it is? The world is on the brink of ruin, and if you don't get here now, we're all done for!" Bulma's voice was laced with obvious sobbing and fury; she was clearly pushed to the absolute limit of her anxiety.

Vegeta's brow furrowed tightly, a flicker of imperceptible worry flashing in his eyes. He took a deep breath, trying his best to keep his voice steady, and said, "Stop your blubbering and tell me where they are." Although his tone remained harsh, his heart had been unsettled by Bulma's words. Realizing the gravity of the situation, he prepared to rush to Goku's aid immediately.

Burning with impatience, Vegeta strode out of the training room and headed straight for the bathroom. He quickly turned on the faucet, letting the cold water pour over his head. After a brief rinse, he dried himself off rapidly and donned his signature battle armor.

Standing in place, he closed his eyes, focusing his spirit to sense Son Goku's ki. A moment later, he locked onto the direction, pushed off the ground with a powerful thrust, and shot toward that location like an arrow released from a bow.

During the flight, Vegeta's face was full of confidence and disdain, and he kept muttering to himself, "Hmph, just who could have beaten Kakarot into such a state? That idiot always drops the ball at the critical moment. If I had been there, I would have wiped out the enemy long ago; there's no way I would have let the situation get this pathetic." Despite his words being filled with dissatisfaction toward Son Goku, his eyes betrayed a hint of hidden concern, and the speed of his flight increased, clearly eager to arrive in time, fearing that Kakarot might truly meet his end.

Vegeta sped through the air, the wind whistling past his ears. His gaze was sharp and resolute, as if he could pierce through the clouds to see the battlefield in the distance. As he drew closer, the smell of gunpowder grew thicker in the air, and intense energy fluctuations began to ripple toward him. This made Vegeta's heart tighten, realizing that the intensity of this battle far exceeded his imagination.

When he finally arrived at the scene, what met his eyes was a devastated landscape and an utterly exhausted Goku. Goku was half-kneeling on the ground, gasping for air, his clothes tattered and stained with blood and dust. Opposite him, No. 17 stood with a smug expression, seemingly mocking Goku's helplessness.

"Hmph!" Vegeta let out a cold snort and landed slowly beside Goku, his eyes filled with disdain. "Look at this pathetic state you're in, Son Goku. You really are a disgrace to us Saiyans." Despite his words, he shifted slightly to shield Goku behind him, watching No. 17 with vigilance.

Goku looked up at Vegeta and gave a weak smile: "Vegeta, you finally made it... This guy isn't easy to deal with." (Premise: The Androids were already aware there were two relatively strong Saiyans).

Vegeta didn't respond to Goku, instead shouting at No. 17: "So you're the one who beat Kakarot into this state? Today, I'll let you see the true power of the Prince of all Saiyans!" With that, his muscles tensed, and a golden aura erupted from his body with a roar. The powerful energy rippled outward, causing the ground beneath his feet to crack and splinter.

Feeling Vegeta's powerful presence, No. 17's smugness faded slightly, replaced by a look of gravity. He knew that the Saiyan before him would be a formidable opponent, and he paused to observe him first.

Vegeta launched the first attack, charging toward No. 17 like a bolt of golden lightning. His fist whistled through the air, aimed directly at No. 17's face. No. 17 didn't dare to be careless, quickly dodging to the side while raising a leg to kick at Vegeta's midsection. Vegeta reacted instantly, blocking the kick with his arm and using the momentum to flip in the air, launching another punch.

The two clashed instantly, trading blows and kicks. Every collision was accompanied by a violent shockwave of energy, kicking up another cloud of dust from the surrounding ruins. Relying on his exquisite combat technique and immense strength, Vegeta gradually gained the upper hand, but No. 17 was not without his own defenses; he constantly searched for openings in Vegeta's guard, waiting for a chance to counterattack.

Goku watched the battle from the sidelines, silently cheering for Vegeta while trying to recover his own strength, preparing to provide support at the critical moment.

Goku tremblingly took a Senzu Bean from his pocket and placed it in his mouth. As the bean went down, a gentle energy slowly dispersed through his body. He could clearly feel his stamina returning and his wounds ceasing to ache, though his body remained somewhat weak, clearly not yet fully restored to his peak state.

He panted slightly, his eyes fixed intently on the fierce battle between Vegeta and No. 17. Vegeta's offensive was fierce, every punch carrying a whistling force, his golden aura making him look like a god of war. No. 17 was no less impressive, nimbly dodging Vegeta's attacks and waiting for his moment, his body radiating a cold, mechanical luster.

Goku knew that if he rashly joined the fight now, he might become a burden to Vegeta, so he chose to watch quietly from the side while taking the time to regulate his ki, preparing to provide powerful support to Vegeta at the decisive moment. His gaze shifted back and forth between the two, analyzing No. 17's attack patterns and weaknesses, silently calculating his next move.

Vegeta leaped high into the air and unleashed a full-power kick; the sheer force distorted the very air. No. 17 dodged to the side, his fist grazing Vegeta's calf. The exchange was perilously close, and Goku's heart tightened along with it.

The group on the ground quickly gathered around Goku. Gohan looked at him with a face full of worry, his eyes slightly red, and asked urgently: "Dad, are you okay?" Goku raised his hand and gently patted Gohan's head, a tired but relieved smile appearing on his face as he replied: "I'm fine, don't worry."

Piccolo also stepped forward, arms crossed, and nodded slightly: "Kakarot, you rest for now. The rest is up to Vegeta." Tien Shinhan, Krillin, and the others also gathered around, watching Goku with concern, their eyes filled with care and trust for their comrade.