He stood high above, looking down at the ground. His silver-white hair reflected a cold, eerie gleam under the moonlight, as if every strand exuded a chill.
The dark purple vertical line on his face stood out especially in the night, like a split-open wound.
The corners of his mouth stretched so wide they nearly tore apart, exposing ghastly white teeth. His smile was filled with cruelty and mockery.
Behind him, Gohan, Goten, and Piccolo hovered in the air like three soulless puppets, their faces expressionless.
Their eyes were vacant, their bodies bound by dark purple threads of energy and manipulated like marionettes, swaying faintly in the night wind.
"Oh?" Baby's scarlet eyes rolled as his gaze locked onto the figure below like a venomous snake.
When he saw that small yet upright figure, the curve of his mouth widened even further, nearly reaching his ears. His voice dripped with sticky excitement. "Son Goku? You've finally returned... This childish appearance really brings back memories."
Little Goku raised his head and stared fixedly at the monster occupying Vegeta's body.
Moonlight shone upon his tense young face. Right now, his eyes held nothing but fury and pain.
His little fists clenched tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms. His knuckles gave off faint cracking sounds from the strain, and the veins on the backs of his hands stood out clearly.
"Give Vegeta back!" His voice was not loud, but every word drove into the night like an iron nail.
"Give him back?" As if he had heard something absurd, Baby let out a shrill, piercing laugh. It echoed across the wilderness, making one's scalp tingle.
"Vegeta's body is mine now! His power, his pride, his memories of battle—everything is mine!" He spread his arms as though embracing the stolen shell, his