Gohan is Defeated, Piccolo Appears

King Cold extended an olive branch to Gohan.

"I refuse! Evil people like you—Dad and the others will never let you off!"

Gohan roared in fury, enormous energy erupting from his small body.

"Your dad? Looks like that would be those damned Saiyans. Perfect. I'll start with his son!"

Cooler realized the child before him had an extraordinary background and was extremely powerful—even stronger than his own Armored Squadron. Then his father had to be the Saiyan who killed Frieza.

"Hmph, so that's it. Frieza was killed by your father, wasn't he? I've changed my mind. I'm going to cut you to pieces and make that damned Saiyan die in despair!"

"That rotten bastard was killed by Uncle Li Feng, but Dad can definitely kill you now too!"

Gohan held an unshakable faith in Wukong's victory. In his mind, his father had always been invincible.

"Enough talk. Kill his son first!"

"Whoosh!"

Cooler flew toward Gohan at a terrifying speed.

"What!"

"Ah!"

Although Gohan's combat power had already broken past one million, he still could not react to Cooler's astonishing speed and was instantly kicked flying.

Gohan's figure shot backward like a cannonball, slamming straight into the mountain peaks behind him. Bang, bang, bang! The astonishing impact smashed through several peaks before he finally embedded himself in a massive boulder like a spiderweb.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Gohan spat out several mouthfuls of blood. The bones in his chest felt as if they had been broken, and breathing was difficult.

But his gaze remained firm as he faced off against Cooler without the slightest fear.

"Hmph, brat. What's with that look in your eyes?"

Cooler flew over. He had wanted to see the boy begging for mercy, his face filled with despair, but Gohan's unyielding, furious, and determined expression made him feel as though his dignity had been insulted.

"Yaah!—"

Gohan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shouted.

In an instant, the giant boulder beneath him was blown apart. Vast energy spread out, shaking the air. Gohan had powered up!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!—"

A white aura erupted around Gohan, and astonishing energy swept out like a tornado.

"Hah!"

Gohan showed no fear. As a Saiyan, the battle-loving genes inside him had been stirred, and his unyielding fighting spirit sent his will to fight soaring!

"Da! Da! Da! Da! Da! Da!"

After powering up, Gohan's combat power surged, and he instantly launched a fierce attack at Cooler.

Gohan's fists and legs swung like lightning, striking at Cooler with machine-gun speed.

Cooler, however, was perfectly relaxed. The corners of his mouth lifted, his arms folded across his chest, and his body shifted only slightly. Each time, he dodged Gohan's attacks with the smallest possible movements. Watching the furious Gohan, he found it very amusing and treated the little brat as a decent toy.

"Huff!—Hah!—Huff!—Hah!—"

After a fierce barrage of attacks, Gohan was panting heavily. He realized his attacks could not hit Cooler at all.

This can't go on. I'll be beaten down!

Gohan immediately retreated, his mind racing as he thought desperately of another way.

"Hmph, brat. Make me enjoy myself a little more, why don't you?"

Cooler sensed Gohan's aura dropping and felt that this was the end.

"Hah!"

With his back to the wall, Gohan planted both feet firmly on the ground and gathered his energy again.

"Whoosh!"

At that moment, an even more turbulent aura surged from Gohan.

"Ka!"

Gohan drew his hands back, and azure energy began to gather.

"Me!"

The ground beneath Gohan's feet caved in under the powerful force.

"Ha!"

The blue light grew brighter and brighter, instantly illuminating the surroundings.

"Me!"

The wind howled as the astonishing energy reached a terrifying intensity!

"Ha!"

Gohan roared and thrust both hands outward, unleashing the Kamehameha!

The blue beam of energy shot straight toward Cooler.

A trace of surprise crossed Cooler's face. He had not expected the seemingly powerless brat to launch a decent attack at the very end. He did not dodge, only raised his right hand and lightly blocked it.

Boom!

The terrifying energy struck Cooler's arm as if it had hit an invisible wall, completely stopped.

"How is that possible?!"

Gohan was stunned. His full-power Kamehameha had actually had no effect on Cooler at all!

Whoosh!

In the end, the blue beam dispersed, and Cooler was completely unharmed.

"Kid, that attack just now wasn't bad. It had enough force to scratch an itch."

Cooler wiped his palm and spoke.

"But Saiyans should be exterminated."

Cooler was actually deeply shocked inside. Saiyans really were a terrifying race. Even such a small brat could unleash such powerful energy. If his father came, wouldn't he be even stronger?

That only made Cooler's resolve to exterminate the Saiyans even firmer.

Swish!

Cooler's figure flashed, and in an instant, he appeared behind Gohan.

Every hair on Gohan's body stood on end. Sensing the deadly threat behind him, he hurriedly turned his head and raised both arms to block.

Boom!

Unfortunately, Cooler's punch directly smashed through Gohan's defense. Then, as Gohan was sent flying backward, Cooler curled his tail around him and coiled up the small, skinny Gohan.

Then he beat Gohan mercilessly.

"Ah!—"

Gohan's scream rang through the clouds.

"Gohan!"

"Damn it!"

In fact, when Gohan had erupted with energy just now, Krillin and the other Z Fighters had wanted to rush in and help, but they had been stopped by King Cold. With one punch each, he had easily knocked them to the ground, the bones throughout their bodies feeling as if they had been broken, leaving them on the verge of death.

And King Cold did not kill them. He looked up at the erupting Gohan with great interest, wanting to properly torture them.

"Bastard! If we were strong too, something like this wouldn't have happened!"

Tien Shinhan felt regret and fury at his own weakness.

"Damn it! Wukong! Where are you all?! Hurry up and get here!"

Krillin shouted in despair. What lay before them was certain death.

"Hmph, brat, scream a little louder. Call out all you damned Saiyan accomplices!"

Hearing Gohan's agonized screams, Cooler felt as if he were listening to beautiful music. His tail stayed coiled around Gohan, tightening around his neck, while his hands and feet attacked Gohan wildly.

"Ah!—"

Gohan's screams made people's hearts tremble.

"Bastard! Die!"

At that moment, an astonishing aura erupted. An energy blast flew toward Cooler's tail and exploded with a boom, freeing Gohan.

"What? Who the hell was that?"

Although Cooler's fourth form reached as high as two hundred million, it was still impossible for him to use his full strength in an ordinary battle. When he had fought Gohan just now, the combat power he had displayed had only been around two million.

But now that he had been ambushed, his tail still stung with pain, and he hurriedly searched for the enemy hiding in the shadows.

"Hoo—"

A gust of wind blew past, and a white cape rose with the wind. The badly injured Gohan looked at the figure holding him and smiled in relief as he said, "Uncle Piccolo, you're here."

"Mm, Gohan. You did very well. Leave the rest to me."

Piccolo smiled at Gohan.