Dragon Ball: Reborn as a Saiyan, They Covet Me

Oolong roared in anger, "It looks like you're asking to be dealt with!"

As he spoke, Oolong bared his fangs and brandished his claws to intimidate Bulma.

Son Goku strolled leisurely in front of Bulma, shielding her from Oolong.

He even drew his Power Pole, pointing it at Oolong like a sword.

Seeing this, a sudden warmth bloomed in Bulma's heart.

Although she knew Oolong's true colors and wasn't afraid of him, she had to admit that at a time like this, having Little Goku stand up for her

really made her feel safe!

Inadvertently, a flush of red appeared on her cheeks, a reflection of her hopes and longing for the Son Goku who would grow up in the future.

The villagers saw Oolong's anger and began to whisper among themselves.

"It's over!"

"That kid dares to challenge Oolong; he's going to be killed!"

"I'm so worried he'll be accidentally crushed to death by Oolong!"

"What a fine young lad; it's such a pity he's going to die!"

"Sigh, why did we let an outsider stand up for our village? It's too bullying."

"Alas, such a small child, about to die—what a shame!"

"That brat isn't even as tall as Oolong's knees, yet he dares to point at him. He really has a death wish!"

"What a pity..."

Seeing Goku point the Power Pole at him, Oolong drew a large broadsword.

The sunlight hit the blade, reflecting a cold glint that seemed filled with murderous intent.

The villagers were on the verge of covering their eyes.

They couldn't bear to watch the little guy get hacked into mincemeat by Oolong.

Oolong had no real strength; he was all show.

He continued to bluster, "Hmph! You actually dare to provoke me?

When I get angry, it's terrifying!

I'm going to make you taste my power!"

Goku beckoned with his finger, "Stop talking so much, come over here!"

Feeling slighted, Oolong flew into a rage, swung his broadsword, and charged at Goku.

His massive frame, combined with the chilling glint of the blade, truly carried a heavy sense of oppression.

His acting was so convincing that even Bulma, who knew Oolong's true nature, felt a flicker of nervousness.

Likewise, the villagers inside their houses saw the enraged Oolong strike and their pupils dilated in shock.

They seemed to see a small figure being split in two by the broadsword.

Intense fear made them foresee the gruesome sight of Little Goku's head falling to the ground.

A wordless panic surged in their hearts, making their scalps tingle!

Several young girls in the village, all of them beautiful and the most likely to be snatched away by Oolong, watched little Goku, nervously clenching their hands into fists and pressing them against their mouths.

"Little hero, please don't die!"

One girl was even so frightened that her legs gave out, and she knelt in her house.

They felt as if they were witnessing the end for Little Goku.

A girl turned back and said, "Father, otherwise I'll go out and let me marry Oolong!

It's too much of a pity for him to die!"

Her parent immediately stopped the girl from talking nonsense.

"Don't be foolish, stay hidden.

Oolong is already angry; no one can save him now."

Just as Oolong's broadsword was about to strike Goku's neck, Goku tilted his head, dodging the blow with effortless ease.

His speed was far too slow.

Especially in Son Goku's eyes, it was like watching slow motion.

The next instant, Son Goku spoke, "You're too slow. You look weak just by looking at you!"

As he spoke, Son Goku leaped into the air, swinging the Power Pole with both hands as he smashed it down toward Oolong.

Bulma was shocked, "Goku, don't kill him!"

Son Goku naturally didn't want his life, so he intentionally slowed the Power Pole by a fraction.

Oolong took advantage of the slowed speed to retreat narrowly, dodging the blow aimed at his head.

However, while Oolong had dodged, the Power Pole slammed fiercely into the ground in front of him.

In an instant, a thunderous sound erupted, shaking the entire village.

The ferocious strike sent layers of air ripples surging outward, and the powerful attack kicked up a massive gale.

"Crack!"

"Crackle, crackle..."

Following the direction of the Power Pole, the bluestone slabs on the street instantly split open, forming a long fissure that spread outside the village until it vanished from sight.

Everyone gasped in unison.

What a formidable strike!

Just as the crowd marveled at the boundless power of that blow, the crack in the ground widened further, forming a fissure half a meter wide.

Seeing this, Oolong's legs went soft.

He no longer dared to look Son Goku in the eye.

He found it hard to imagine that the little guy in front of him could be this fierce.

This strike, capable of shattering mountains and splitting rocks, far exceeded his imagination.

He couldn't fathom it; if that staff had landed on him, his bones would likely have been pulverized into dust.

Against an ordinary enemy, Oolong would have long since turned into a bird and flown away.

But facing such a ferocious attack, he lost the courage to flee.

He was too powerful; there was no escaping him.

"Thump!"

Oolong suddenly knelt before Son Goku, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Spare me, hero! Please, don't kill me, I confess!"

Son Goku stylishly sheathed the Power Pole on his back and looked at Bulma.

"Done! Bulma, you handle the rest!"

Bulma breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

She was somewhat surprised; Goku was even more powerful than in his previous life.

Even at his current size, he had managed to crack the earth with a single strike.

She had been sweating for Oolong just a moment ago.

She was truly afraid that Goku would kill Oolong with one blow.

However, Goku's demeanor just now was no joke; it was simply too cool.

At this moment, Oolong had transformed into the shape of a little pig, kneeling pitifully before Son Goku and Bulma.

Furthermore, the crotch of his pants was actually wet.

Seeing Son Goku's invincible strike and Oolong, who had been scared out of his wits, the villagers also lost their fear of Oolong and began to emerge from their homes.

"Young man, your martial arts are incredible!"

"That's right, that strike just now was so cool!"

"Young man, do you want a wife? If you do, once you save my daughter, I'll let her marry you. You don't know, my daughter has always admired great heroes; she'd even be willing to be a concubine."

Another villager nearby immediately chimed in, "My daughter wasn't taken by Oolong; she's definitely still pure."

"How about you let my daughter be your wife in the future?"

As he spoke, the man pulled his daughter over.

She was a delicate-looking young girl, blushing and keeping her head down, not daring to look at Son Goku.

Who would have thought that another villager would drag his daughter over, pushing his way through.

"Young man, you should consider my daughter instead. Look at her—she's got wide hips, she can bear children, it's a guaranteed win!"

Seeing the suggestions from several villagers, Bulma's forehead was covered in black lines.

"Enough!"

As soon as Bulma's voice rang out, the air instantly fell silent.

Judging by Son Goku's performance, they realized that one should not judge a book by its cover.

If the little Son Goku was this fierce, then this girl who came with him might be even more formidable.

It seemed they all understood that Son Goku must be someone of hers, and she was definitely not to be trifled with.

Seeing the entire village looking at her with trepidation, Bulma let out a sigh and continued, "Everyone, let's focus on the important matters. Since Oolong has been subdued, we should prioritize rescuing the kidnapped girls."