11000 vs 3000 Feels Like a Massage, This Little Bean Grows Stronger the More He's Beaten

The Training Center's alloy dome hummed and trembled under the violent blast of air. Red warning lights swayed dizzily overhead. Gou Kong casually lifted a fingertip and pressed the flashing emergency stop button on the wall, looking so indifferent it was as if he had long expected this little bean sprout to kick up such a huge fuss.

Vegeta was wrapped in gray-black streams of energy. His tiny two-year-old body looked like a firecracker packed full of power, his pressure sweeping across the entire field. Even Nappa, standing ten meters away, was shaken into stumbling back two steps, his thick legs digging hard into the ground to keep him from falling flat on his face.

"This little bastard's got some kick to him."

Gou Kong raised an eyebrow. The gravity dumbbells he had casually kicked into the corner earlier, along with the alloy targets, had all been shifted by the blast. If he had not activated a transparent energy barrier in advance to seal off that pile of equipment, this training ground would probably have already turned into a complete mess, without even a place to stand.

"Come on!"

There was a savage edge in Vegeta's childish voice. His foot slammed against the alloy floor with a dull thud, and his whole body instantly stretched into an afterimage, even making the spotlights on the ceiling of the training ground flicker unsteadily.

A trace of approval flashed through Gou Kong's eyes. That speed would have been outstanding even among ordinary elite warriors, let alone from a brat who had not been hatched for long.

He likewise wrapped ki around his body. His starting stance looked casual, but hid sharp intent. He raised his hand and crooked a finger at Vegeta as he charged in.

The next second, Vegeta's afterimage abruptly solidified, and an uppercut that tore through the air shot straight for Gou Kong's chin!

The wind from the punch whipped Gou Kong's black hair back wildly. If that punch landed cleanly, an ordinary Saiyan's jaw would probably go flying.

Gou Kong stayed calm. His upper body leaned slightly back at an unbelievable angle, and the edge of the fist scraped past his jawbone, bringing a hot, prickling itch with it.

Before Vegeta could pull his fist back, Gou Kong drove power from his waist and abdomen, his left elbow smashing toward Vegeta's side ribs like a heavy hammer—

Clang!

A crisp metallic clash exploded out. Vegeta's reaction was astonishingly fast; almost in an instant, he raised his arm and blocked the elbow.

The force traveled along the arm bone, and Gou Kong could even feel the explosive power contained in the little guy's bones. As expected of a seedling classified as a super elite the moment he hatched.

But the difference in their body weight was right there. The power of Gou Kong's furious strike was far beyond what Vegeta could withstand. Even after blocking it, the huge recoil still sent Gou Kong sliding back three steps uncontrollably. His back hit the alloy wall with a thud, directly smashing a shallow dent half a finger deep into the specially made alloy surface.

"Phew..."

Gou Kong rolled his neck, his joints letting out crisp cracks. He straightened up from the wall, without the slightest strained expression on his face.

Nappa watched from the side, dumbfounded, almost crushing the Scouter in his hand. On the screen, Vegeta's battle power value was still jumping wildly, having already shot up from 3000 to 3200.

Before Nappa could shout, Vegeta had already pounced again. His short little leg swept out in a semicircle, a heavy spinning kick heading straight for Gou Kong's face.

Gou Kong raised his arm to block. With a dull bang, a tingling numbness instantly spread through his entire right arm.

This kid's attack power had risen another notch compared to just now!

"Your movements are too big. I could run three laps through those openings."

Gou Kong snorted a laugh. Taking advantage of the instant when Vegeta's old strength had just run out and new strength had yet to rise, he abruptly shifted his blocking right arm. With a turn of his wrist, he precisely locked onto Vegeta's slender ankle, then drove power from his waist and abdomen and flung him hard!

Bang!

Vegeta was like a sandbag thrown away, smashing heavily into the ground ten meters off. The hard alloy floor was struck with several fine cracks.

"Get steady! How old are you? Being able to train to this level is already enough to brag about for half a year. Don't get so arrogant you forget the sky's height and the earth's depth!"

Gou Kong's tone carried a hint of teasing. Without waiting for Vegeta to climb up from the floor, his figure flashed and appeared in front of him, fists falling like raindrops, so fast even the afterimages were hard to make out.

The Scouter in Nappa's hand instantly let out a sharp screech, the numbers jumping so fast his eyes blurred.

Vegeta was beaten by the flurry of strikes until he had no way to adjust his posture. His little face flushed crimson as he gritted his teeth and endured seven or eight punches head-on. Then, in the instant Gou Kong drew back his fist to catch his breath, he seized that fleeting opening and smashed an uppercut hard into Gou Kong's chin!

Crack!

The punch landed solidly on the vital point. Gou Kong's vision instantly went black for a moment, his head buzzing, and the intense pain from his jawbone made him unable to stop his brows from tightening.

Damn, this little brat is ruthless.

Gou Kong grumbled inwardly. The chin was one of a Saiyan's weak points. Even with his battle power of 11000, taking that full-power hit was enough to make him suffer.

Moreover, Vegeta was a genuine combat genius. The timing of that strike just now was absurdly precise, clearly a battle instinct carved into his bloodline.

He was dazed for less than half a second, but Vegeta immediately seized the chance. His little fists hammered toward Gou Kong's abdomen like beating drums, dull thumps linking together into one continuous sound. A dozen punches landed in a row, every one hitting flesh.

"Mm..."

Gou Kong let out a muffled groan. His abs were as hard as steel plates tempered a thousand times. Vegeta's fists smashed into them without even leaving a red mark, let alone hurting him.

The gap between 11000 and 3000 battle power was right there. These attacks did not even count as tickling to him. Instead, there was a strange sense of comfort, like he was receiving a high-intensity massage.

"Interesting... really interesting."

Gou Kong could not help grinning. This feeling was far too novel.

It was like when he had read the Dragon Ball manga as a kid and felt his blood boil watching Son Goku and Vegeta fight. Now that he was experiencing it himself, even if he was being pressed and beaten by a two-year-old little bean sprout, it still felt insanely satisfying.

This kid's talent truly matched the title of prince. If it were an ordinary Saiyan, they would not even have the chance to touch the corner of his clothes.

The instant the smile faded, Gou Kong moved.

His hands abruptly clamped onto Vegeta's still-swinging little fists. Using his right leg as the axis, he drove power from his waist and abdomen, and a whip kick lashed hard into Vegeta's soft belly!

"Cough—"

The violent pain made Vegeta's eyes fly wide open. His little face went deathly pale, and he opened his mouth to cough up a mouthful of sour fluid. His entire body flew out uncontrollably, smashed heavily to the ground, and could not even move. He had clearly passed out.

Gou Kong let out a long breath, the waves of ki around him slowly subsiding. He walked over to Vegeta and crouched beside him, reaching out to check his breathing. Only after confirming that he had merely fainted did he relax.

This little guy really could take a hit.

"Nappa, come carry him to the Medical Pod."

Without even looking back, Gou Kong gave the order, then turned to head toward the other side of the training field. Though that fight had been easy, it had exposed quite a few problems.

He lacked far too much real combat experience. He had only won so cleanly by overwhelming Vegeta with battle power. If Vegeta's battle power had been about the same as his, those openings just now would have been enough to get him killed ten times over.

Fortunately, he now had a genius sparring partner. From now on, the speed at which he gained experience would definitely rise.

As Gou Kong calculated things inwardly, the corners of his mouth rose without him realizing it. The problem of being bored over this vacation was as good as solved.

"Where... where do you think you're going..."

He had only taken two steps when a weak yet fierce voice came from behind him.

Gou Kong stopped and looked back, only to see that Vegeta had already forced his upper body upright. A trace of blood hung at the corner of his mouth, and even that unruly black hair of his was a mess, but in those dark eyes burned two flames that refused to go out, sharp enough to be frightening.

"Turn around! I'm not done fighting yet!"

Vegeta gritted his teeth and pushed himself shakily to his feet with one hand against the ground. His tiny body swayed as if he would topple over in the next second, yet his pride had not diminished in the slightest. He glared fixedly at Gou Kong, like a little wolf cub that refused to admit defeat.

Gou Kong's heart suddenly skipped a beat, then began pounding wildly.

Strange. He had not been like this before.

Back in his original world, although he had practiced martial arts and kept fit for years, his temperament had always been mild. When he ran into conflict, his first reaction had been to smooth things over. Even when he was in the right, he had been unwilling to invite trouble, let alone actively clash with someone.

But now, looking at this little bean sprout in front of him who refused to admit defeat, a powerful sense of anticipation actually surged up in his heart. He was even a little impatient to fight again.

It was not that he had become a combative person, but that this Saiyan body instinctively craved battle.

His blood boiled in his veins, and every cell was clamoring to unleash its power. The feeling was unfamiliar and addictive, leaving him no way to refuse it.

"Hahaha! Good! As expected of the Saiyan prince!"

Gou Kong laughed aloud and turned to stand in front of Vegeta once more. The aura around him slowly rose again. "Since you won't accept it, then let's continue! Let me see just how tough your royal bones really are!"

Nappa stood to the side, staring at the two lunatics, one big and one small, his mouth wide enough to stuff an energy ball into. Even the scouter in his hand fell to the ground.

Was he going insane?

One was a Royal Guard with a battle power over ten thousand, and the other was the Saiyan prince who was only two years old. Put these two together, and this training field would probably have to be rebuilt by tomorrow, right?