Goku and Piccolo Can't Win Together, Raditz Says Vegeta is Much Stronger Than Me

Realizing Raditz's words just now had only been a tactical misdirection, Son Goku and Piccolo hurriedly whipped their heads back around, but it was already too late.

An attack wrapped in a terrifying shockwave had already come rushing in!

It was no exaggeration to say that the two of them reacted almost at the same time, but in that split second, the attacks they each unleashed were instantly judged superior and inferior, laying bare the massive gulf in battle power between them.

Raditz had no intention of stopping. His assault swept over the entire area like a tide, and he even remembered to add an extra kick to Piccolo, who had been tripped, sending the Great Demon King flying dozens of meters away before following up with a heavy punch to Son Goku's solar plexus!

Son Goku screamed as he was hurled in the same direction.

"Crack—!"

The sound of bone splitting was clear.

Son Goku rolled miserably across the ground, kicking up dust that filled the air, and only barely managed to stop himself before struggling to get back up.

He had just managed to regain his balance, skidding several meters across the ground before finally coming to a halt. When he raised his head, he saw Piccolo beside him, just as dusty and disheveled, breathing heavily.

"Why are you so pathetic? The fight has only just begun, and you already look like you're on the verge of death? You brought all this on yourselves. I gave you a chance, but you were the ones who didn't cherish it, Kakarot!"

"Damn it! Isn't this already so strong it's cheating?!" Son Goku gritted his teeth, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

"Hmph. I'll tell you an interesting fact. Aside from me, the other three Saiyans—Vegeta, Nappa, and that mysterious older brother of mine—are all far stronger than I am. It doesn't sit well with me, but the truth is, they're nothing someone like me can compare to..."

Raditz's explosive statement made Son Goku and Piccolo's pupils quake, as if someone had swung a sap into the backs of their heads.

Seeing their shocked expressions, Raditz's lips curled into a cold smile. Then he shook his head in disdain. "What? Regretting it now? You refused to listen to advice and insisted on courting death. With that tiny bit of battle power, daring to throw punches at me was your biggest mistake. You should have quietly listened to me finish speaking from the start."

"Bastard! The other Saiyans are all that much stronger than this bastard? I can't even imagine what kind of monsters they must be!"

Piccolo was horrified to the extreme. Compared with Raditz, the other three, stronger Saiyans were practically a sword of Damocles hanging over their heads.

After just those two attacks, the two of them had already been left with no power to fight back. If three even stronger ones came, how were they supposed to fight?

The two desperately suppressed their bodies, which were trembling from fear.

Looking at this utterly unrealistic situation before him, Piccolo gave a helpless, bitter laugh and turned to ask Son Goku, "How are you feeling? Can you still get excited this time, Son Goku?"

"Heh..." Son Goku forced out a smile, trying to dispel the chill constantly rising in his heart. "Sorry, but excited my ass. I'm scared to death right now..."

Though he was joking around, Son Goku suddenly took up a confident fighting stance, as if to prove through action that his fighting spirit still had not gone out.

Seeing this, Piccolo also smiled and adjusted his posture. In this desperate situation, perhaps this was the only comfort they had.

"Then where's my son?! Where did you hide him?!"

"I didn't hide him. That brat was crying loud enough to shake the sky, and I found it annoying, so I locked him in my Space Pod. See that crater behind you? He's in there. Don't worry, he isn't hurt. After all, he's my brother's seed."

Son Goku looked in the direction Raditz pointed, and sure enough, he saw a white, round object in the crater behind him.

So Gohan was inside!

"Don't be scared, Gohan! Daddy's coming to save you right now!"

"Hmph, spare me the nonsense! Save him? The two of you can barely even stand right now!" Raditz sneered.

"Let's go, Piccolo!"

"Just what I had in mind! At this point, we have no choice but to risk our lives!"

"Haah—!"

The two roared in unison, shockwaves bursting from around their bodies. As if their minds had long since connected, they kicked off the ground at the exact same instant and charged toward the powerful enemy ahead.

By contrast, there was not the slightest sign of fatigue on Raditz's face. He merely retreated half a step and easily blocked the storm-like assault from the two of them.

The surrounding air trembled. The two gave it everything they had—fists and feet, elbows and knees—pushing the density of their attacks to the limit!

Thud thud thud thud! Dust stirred up by the violent collisions of energy blotted out the sky, and the roaring never ceased.

Anyone listening to this fierce battle would think two armies were exchanging fire.

Son Goku and Piccolo, two sworn enemies who had once nearly destroyed Earth, had now formed an unprecedented alliance.

Strangely, despite cooperating for the first time, the two displayed astonishing tacit understanding, as if they had been one body from the start, pressing Raditz continuously with a force far greater than one plus one equaling two.

If they were fighting one-on-one, they would have lost long ago. Yet at this moment, relying on complementary offense, defense, and tactics, they barely maintained the appearance of not being defeated. However, unlike his earlier sorry state, though Raditz appeared passive, he was in fact completely at ease, guiding the battle with an attitude that was almost playful!

Bang!

Raditz threw out both fists, blocking the attacks from both sides at the same time. In the next instant, his abdomen was wide open, and Piccolo seized the chance to smash a heavy punch into it!

A dull impact exploded.

However, Raditz instantly withdrew his blocking arms, knocking both of their attacks away and seizing the initiative again.

The next second, his counterattack stabbed toward Piccolo like a flash of lightning. Piccolo reacted extremely quickly, dropping flat against the ground and narrowly avoiding it.

The instant he hit the ground, a sharp sweeping kick went straight for Raditz's lower body!

Raditz seemed to have anticipated it long ago. Son Goku had already leaped in front of him like a cannonball, his fists smashing down like raindrops!

Their coordination was practically perfect. No matter who saw it, this strike would seem nearly impossible to dodge!

If their opponent had not been an outrageously powerful fighter like Raditz, perhaps he would already have been hit.

But Raditz's face remained perfectly calm, as if everything was under his control.

He precisely caught Son Goku's fist as it attacked his face, while his other hand swept downward, smashing viciously into Piccolo, who had been sent floating by the recoil, and at the same time drove a punch into Son Goku's abdomen!

"Waaah—!"

The punch's force was terrifying. Son Goku hurt so badly he nearly teared up, clutching his stomach as he tumbled through the air several times before slamming heavily into the ground.

But the stubborn refusal to lose that was buried in his bones flared up, and he actually struggled back to his feet again and charged forward.

Piccolo was no better off. He gave a muffled groan and forced himself up with difficulty, panting heavily as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Son Goku rushed right in front of Raditz and unleashed a sharp spinning kick.

In that instant, Raditz's waist was cleanly sliced through by the wind from Son Goku's leg, splitting him in two!

Had he got him?

Son Goku's heart jolted, but his rich combat experience made him calm down instantly.

That absolutely was not Raditz!

It was an afterimage!

The attack had missed, striking only the image left behind in the air!

Raditz, who had been right in front of him a moment ago, had now vanished without a trace!

Where had he gone?

Son Goku whipped his head around, and just then, Piccolo's shrill scream came from behind him.

He hurriedly looked back, only to see that Piccolo's right arm had been badly injured. His whole body was flung over like a torn sack, crashing to the ground.

"Piccolo! Are you okay?"

"Tough life... not dead yet..."