Vegeta, You Really Haven't Changed at All!

"Stop!" Sun Wukong shouted.

Sun Wukong had long since figured out that Dragon Balls should be used as sparingly as possible.

The Evil Dragon wouldn't appear for almost another thirty years.

By then, I should already have enough power to surpass the Evil Dragon.

But who knew whether the Dragon Balls might have even worse side effects?

Sun Wukong had made up his mind: unless it was absolutely necessary, he wouldn't use the Dragon Balls, let alone make a wish.

Oh, right. I'd also forgotten something very important.

I should make time to visit the Lookout and find somewhere to hide the original seven Black Star Dragon Balls.

Maybe I could hide them in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber?

They should be pretty hard to find there!

First, I'd deal with Vegeta and Nappa today, then go look for the Black Star Dragon Balls.

Seeing Sun Wukong and Son Gohan suddenly appear, Nappa was startled, and his hands came to a sudden stop.

Even Vegeta looked a little surprised to see Sun Wukong and Son Gohan.

"Kakarot! Is that really you?" Nappa looked Sun Wukong up and down. "So you really did come back to life!"

"This isn't the place to talk. Come with me." Sun Wukong didn't want to hurt innocent people.

If they fought here, one wrong move could injure or kill people and animals in the city.

So Sun Wukong wanted to move the fight somewhere else.

"What are you up to?" Nappa chuckled and pressed the Scouter over his eye. "Power level: 960, 1,083! Not bad!"

Vegeta said nothing, merely watching Sun Wukong calmly, though his brow furrowed slightly.

Kakarot seemed a little off somehow.

Vegeta couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

And the other one was his son, Son Gohan, right?

According to the Scouter, Kakarot's power level was lower than his son's.

But I can tell at a glance that Kakarot is definitely stronger than his son.

"Let's go fight somewhere uninhabited," Sun Wukong suggested.

"Somewhere uninhabited? I see." Nappa smiled smugly. "But there's no need to go that far. I'll grant your wish right here!"

As he spoke, Nappa abruptly thrust his hand upward, unleashing an invisible wave of energy that spread wildly from his palm.

Sun Wukong frowned, his expression changing.

Without the slightest hesitation, Sun Wukong sprang into action.

Thud!

Sun Wukong kicked Nappa square in the chest.

With a thunderous crash, Nappa went flying backward.

Vegeta's pupils contracted, and the corner of his eye twitched.

What incredible speed!

I didn't even see how Kakarot threw that kick!

"Come with me, Vegeta!" Sun Wukong called, pulling Son Gohan along as he quickly chased after Nappa.

Vegeta: "????"

How did he know my name?

Did Raditz tell him?

Might as well follow and see!

I refuse to believe a low-class warrior could surpass me, a genius warrior.

"Hmph." Vegeta snorted. He had no intention of destroying the city, so he followed at an unhurried pace.

Sun Wukong's kick sent Nappa flying several thousand meters, out to the outskirts.

"Damn it!" Nappa gritted his teeth in fury.

Nappa had lost count of how many times he'd tumbled through the air. His head was still ringing, and he was badly dizzy.

I just got kicked away by a low-class warrior.

That kid's power level isn't even 1,000!

My power level is so high. How is this possible?

Sun Wukong hadn't used his full strength. He just wanted to get Nappa somewhere uninhabited first.

Smack!

Nappa steadied himself in midair, glaring at Sun Wukong in furious embarrassment.

"There are still people down there. Let's go farther away!" Sun Wukong said, kicking him again.

"You think the same trick will work on me twice?" Nappa was so angry his nose seemed to twist. As he watched Sun Wukong's foot come at him, he reached out to grab it, intending to seize Sun Wukong by the ankle.

But it was no use.

Against overwhelming strength, all of Nappa's moves were pointless.

Thud!

Sun Wukong kicked Nappa again.

"Argh..."

Nappa let out a piglike squeal as his body spun through the air at high speed once more, hurtling toward the wilderness beyond the city.

Vegeta's mouth twitched, and his expression grew even darker.

What was going on?

Kakarot had kicked Nappa flying again?

If Nappa had been caught off guard the first time, then this time...

Vegeta was increasingly convinced that something was off about Kakarot.

Son Gohan was stunned.

Has Dad gotten this strong?

"Good, there's no one around here. Let's fight here." Sun Wukong glanced down and called out to Vegeta.

"Hmph. You're making it sound like this is going to be some fierce battle." Vegeta chuckled, unconcerned.

"Get down there!" Sun Wukong said, flicking his hand toward Nappa from afar.

An invisible force immediately pressed down on Nappa, slamming him out of the sky.

Boom!

Nappa crashed heavily into the ground, leaving a small crater behind.

The next moment, he staggered to his feet, looking battered and trembling with rage.

Sun Wukong and Vegeta slowly descended as well.

Son Gohan hid behind his father, not daring to meet Vegeta's eyes.

"Vegeta, you really haven't changed at all!" Sun Wukong laughed and waved at him.

Vegeta paused, taken aback.

What did he mean by that?

What was that supposed to mean, that I hadn't changed at all?

"Vegeta, I know what you're wishing for. Why don't you just forget about it?" Sun Wukong urged him with a smile. "A wish like that probably can't be granted anyway."

Vegeta: "..."

Vegeta's face darkened.

What was the point of greeting me like that?

Why was he acting as though we were close?

I've never seen him before!

Besides, I'm a genius warrior, and he's a low-class warrior. What gave him the right to act like we were such good friends?

"What do you mean?" Vegeta asked, taken aback.

"You came to Earth this time to wish for immortality, didn't you?" Sun Wukong said with a smile.

Vegeta: "..."

"Hmph. You seem to know quite a lot," Vegeta snorted.

"That wish can't be granted." Sun Wukong shook his head.

"Y-you said it can't be granted? Why?" Vegeta asked in astonishment.

"Even if you did get your wish for immortality, being sealed away would be worse than dying." Sun Wukong lowered his voice. "Our King Piccolo here... was sealed inside a rice cooker for several hundred years..."

Vegeta: "..."

As they spoke, Piccolo descended from the sky.