Undying Body

Trunks looked at the two arrogant fellows before him, his mind filled with the image of the civilians who had died miserably in the ruins of the previous city, and his fury burned.

"Bastards!"

He didn't even bother to ask for the identities of these two Saiyans; he acted without a second word!

BOOM! A golden aura erupted like a volcano. Trunks shifted directly into his Super Saiyan form. The violent shockwaves sent the surrounding rubble flying in every direction.

Nappa's blood-red eyes widened. "How can he be this strong!"

Before the words had even faded.

SWISH! Trunks' figure vanished instantly.

Nappa hadn't even caught a glimpse of an afterimage before he felt a sudden, chilling sensation in his chest. Trunks' arm had pierced straight through Nappa's steel-like chest, protruding from his back, his palm tightly gripping a still-beating heart.

"You... you..." Nappa's mouth hung open as blood gushed out in torrents.

Trunks pulled his hand back with an expressionless face, turned with the momentum, and delivered a fierce whip kick that slammed into Raditz's cheek.

Having grown up in an atmosphere of despair himself, Trunks felt the suffering of these alien refugees as if it were his own!

BANG!

Raditz's cervical vertebrae shattered instantly, and his entire head was kicked a full one hundred and eighty degrees backward.

The two didn't even have a chance to fight back before they turned into corpses, crashing heavily into the ruins.

The surrounding civilians watched in a daze. The two evil Saiyans who had been so arrogant just a moment ago had been instantly killed. Frieza looked at Trunks in horror, swallowing hard.

Trunks snorted coldly, powered down, and shook the blood from his hand.

Just then, a sudden change occurred.

HUM! A dense, brilliant white light erupted without warning from Raditz's broken-necked corpse.

Son Gohan raised an eyebrow. He was all too familiar with the aura of this white light. In the previous timeline, this was the power that had erupted from Lin Fan when he underwent his mutation.

Miracle Power.

Within the white light, Raditz's shattered neck bones emitted a teeth-grinding sound of reconstruction. Not only that, but his already massive frame expanded once more, his muscles bulging like jagged rocks. His dark purple hair grew wildly as if it had a life of its own, trailing all the way to his ankles. The eyebrows on his face vanished entirely, and his brow ridges protruded sharply.

His immense aura had completely surpassed Trunks'.

CRACKLE!

Dark red arcs of electricity flickered madly around him. The gravity of the entire resistance base surged instantly, causing the ground to collapse over a large area.

"Hahaha!" Raditz twisted his fully restored neck, his blood-red eyes filled with a sickly fanaticism. "What a wonderful feeling!"

Trunks was shocked. "He revived? And not only did his aura skyrocket, but he even achieved the Super Saiyan 3 transformation?!"

"That's right! This is the supreme gift bestowed upon me by King Kakarot!" Raditz laughed wildly. "Death is not the end, but the starting point for infinite evolution! Every time I die, this power reshapes my body and breaks through the limits of my potential! How about it? Despair! Long live the Saiyan Empire!"

As Raditz finished speaking, his figure turned into a dark red bolt of lightning, carrying an earth-shattering pressure as he lunged straight at Trunks.

Trunks roared, powering up into his Super Saiyan form again, ready to meet him head-on.

However, a hand pressed firmly onto his shoulder.

"Don't be impulsive, Trunks." Son Gohan's calm voice sounded in Trunks' ear, suppressing his boiling energy.

If it were merely a revival, it wouldn't be this troublesome. But Raditz's strength had increased this much after dying just once. If they killed him again, who knew if he would become even stronger or even reach Super Saiyan 4?

Facing such unreasonable rules, they couldn't follow the standard flow of battle.

Seeing Son Gohan step forward, Raditz sneered. "Want to swap? It's useless! You're all going to die here today!"

Raditz clawed toward Son Gohan's face.

Son Gohan made no unnecessary movements; he simply raised his right hand slowly. A chilling, purplish-red light ignited in his palm.

"Hakai."

The purplish-red light was like an invisible net, instantly crossing the distance of space to envelop Raditz's entire body.

The arrogance on Raditz's face froze instantly, replaced by extreme terror. This power had no temperature, nor did it have the sensation of clashing energy, but the moment his body touched it, it began to turn into nothingness at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What is this power! My body... it can't regenerate?!"

Raditz desperately channeled the white light within him, trying to repair his body, but the Hakai Energy output by Son Gohan was far denser. As the Miracle Power was gradually consumed and eroded by the Hakai Energy, Raditz's long hair disintegrated inch by inch.

In the final second before his body was completely erased, Raditz used his last ounce of strength to slam his finger onto the specialized communicator worn on his ear.

The purple light receded completely.

Raditz, along with the final sound wave he emitted, was wiped clean from this universe.

At the same time.

In a distant star sector, above the dark red dome of Planet Vegeta, countless heavily armed mutant Earthling warriors and Saiyan officers patrolled.

Inside the Saiyan palace.

Stood a massive throne crafted entirely from obsidian and white bone.

The person on the throne wore red and black heavy combat armor. On that face, identical to Son Goku's, there was not a trace of gentleness or kindness, only absolute coldness and a tyranny that looked down upon all things. Evil Kakarot.

Standing to his right was Vegeta. He narrowed his eyes, a faint, ethereal halo faintly circling his body.

The aura radiating from these two was unfathomable. It was no longer a matter of simple energy magnitude, but a suffocating pressure of absolute hierarchy.

On the holographic screen suspended in the center of the grand hall, the final few seconds of footage transmitted by Raditz before his death played on a loop. The image froze on the flash of purple-red light in Son Gohan's palm.

"Destruction?" Evil Kakarot tapped his fingers lightly against the bone armrest, staring at the screen. "What kind of power is this? Interesting, truly interesting~."

Vegeta stood to the side and let out a cold sneer. "They are nothing but rats that crawled out from who knows where. King Kakarot, please allow me to go; I guarantee I will tear them to shreds immediately."

"No rush." Kakarot stood up, a flash of absolute confidence in his eyes. "It has been a long time since I encountered such interesting prey. I am looking forward to their arrival."

Kakarot looked down at his own chest.

Deep within his torso, a ball of searing white light was pulsing slowly. It was the Three-Star Original Dragon Ball of this universe. To maintain absolute control over this power, he had already fused it into his own flesh and blood.

The scene shifted back to the underground resistance base.

Son Gohan pulled out the dim Three-Star Original Dragon Ball. The orb, which had previously been completely unresponsive, was now emitting a faint hum. A faint golden thread appeared once more on his bracer, pointing straight into the depths of the universe.

Trunks leaned in. "Brother Gohan, why is this orb glowing?"

"It's the resonance between the Original Dragon Balls." Son Gohan looked at the golden thread. "The Dragon Ball of this world is in that direction."

Frieza looked toward the direction indicated by the golden thread, his face turning deathly pale as his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"That direction! That is the Saiyans' lair, the direction of Planet Vegeta!" Frieza's voice trembled. "That is King Kakarot's base of operations. Not only are those two monsters there, but the entire planet is garrisoned by a Demon Legion of tens of millions of Saiyans!"

Son Gohan tucked the Original Dragon Ball back into his robes.

He had no desire to continue aimlessly clearing out small fry in this universe. Faced with an Evil Saiyan Legion that could utilize death to evolve at any moment, the longer they dragged this out, the greater the variables would become.

Since he knew where the culprits were, he would go straight to the source.