Bloodline Rekindled

This pain truly seeps into the very bones, directly stirring the soul.

Your body is forcibly reversing evolution, attempting to awaken the ancient bloodline that has long been dormant.

Vegeta's pupils contracted slightly, but his expression didn't soften at all; instead, it became even sharper.

His back was ramrod straight, like a spear ready to pierce the sky at any moment. He snorted coldly through his nose, "Hmph, pain? Every step I, Vegeta, have taken has been paved with pain! Let's do it!"

Old Kai no longer hesitated.

He chanted obscure ancient incantations, and the gem at the top of the scepter suddenly shone brightly, condensing into a vibrant emerald green beam of light.

His hand was steady as he gently touched the end of the scepter to the last small patch of skin on Vegeta's tailbone.

"Well--!"

The moment the scepter touched him, Vegeta felt as if he had been struck by a high-voltage electric shock, his whole body trembling violently.

He clenched his teeth so tightly that the veins on his forehead and neck bulged, and his teeth made a grinding sound.

But he remained motionless, his feet even sinking into the grass, without taking a single step back.

The emerald light, as if alive, surged wildly into Vegeta's tailbone along the scepter.

The flesh there began to writhe and bulge strangely, as if something inside was struggling desperately to break out.

"Sizzle--!"

A faint tearing sound of fabric.

Immediately afterwards, a small, dark brown tip stubbornly broke through the Battle Suit and emerged from under the skin—it was a tuft of brand-new, damp, and glossy hair.

What happened next was even more astonishing.

The clicking sounds of bones extending and thickening were clearly audible, and muscle fibers seemed to come alive as they intertwined and reorganized.

The nascent form of a tail grew rapidly, from nothing to something, at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Its brown fur grew thicker and thicker, and its tail had clearly defined ridges, exuding power.

The entire process was accompanied by a chilling growth sound, as well as a muffled groan that Vegeta forced out from deep in his throat.

His muscles were taut, and sweat instantly soaked through his clothes on the back. Golden sunlight shone on the damp fabric, reflecting tiny specks of light.

After about a minute, the dazzling emerald light gradually dimmed.

Old Kai slowly retracted his scepter, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, showing that the ritual had been quite taxing on him.

Behind Vegeta, a brand new, strong, and powerful brown tail swayed unconsciously from side to side, its fur fluttering gently in the breeze.

Vegeta gasped for breath, his chest heaving, but his eyes, reddened with pain, immediately turned to look behind him.

He tried to control the new limb; the tail first stiffly rose, then slowly and flexibly curled and swung, cutting through the air with a soft "whoosh" sound.

A barely perceptible smile finally appeared on his lips, carrying the weariness after the pain, and an irrepressible sense of satisfaction.

At that moment, he finally couldn't help but whisper, "It's a success..."

His voice was still hoarse, but his pride and relief at that moment were written all over his face.

"Hey-hey!"

Son Goku had been waiting impatiently for a long time, so he immediately jumped to Vegeta's side, smiling brighter than the sunshine in the Supreme Kai Realm.

He rubbed his fists together, his eyes brimming with eager excitement.

"Finally, we have a tail! Next—" he drawled, his eyes blazing with fury, "It's time to try transforming! Super Saiyan 4!"

On the grass in the distance, Qi Heng stood quietly, his hands in his pockets, his posture ramrod straight.

His golden eyes, as calm as molten metal, stared intently at Vegeta, taking in the entire painful yet shocking regeneration process.

His expression was as calm as a golden statue.

Only when the wind ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead could one hear his low murmur, his tone calm yet heavy, as if he were evaluating the forging of a peerless divine weapon.

"The Saiyan prince... a warrior burdened with pride and unwavering resolve..."

"Let me see it with my own eyes..."

"Let's see if you can, with your will and strength, truly break through that insurmountable wall of sighs between mortals and gods."

The golden sunlight shone down without reservation on the vast grassland of the Supreme Kai Realm, making the blades of grass gleam with a faint glow.

The sunlight illuminated Son Goku's excited smile, Vegeta's sweaty yet resolute profile, Old Kai's tired and complex expression, and Qi Heng's deep, calm golden eyes.

The wind seemed to soften, and the plants in the distance swayed more slowly, as if the entire divine realm was holding its breath in anticipation.

The air grew scorching, and the fighting spirit silently coalesced and clashed.

A new legend, interwoven with indomitable will, ancient bloodline, and the ultimate desire, begins at this moment.

The afternoon sun, like molten gold, bathed the entire West City in a warm and brilliant light.

Qi Heng stood alone in the spacious courtyard of the Capsule Corporation, letting the sunlight stream over his shoulders and the ends of his hair.

He slightly raised his head, and his golden pupils, under the blazing sun, not only reflected the sunlight, but seemed to absorb the essence of the sunlight into their depths, shining with a profound luster that blended the accumulation of years and strength.

He slowly took a deep breath.

My nostrils were filled with the intertwined fragrance of various flowers in Bulma Garden, mixed with the fresh scent of freshly watered soil.

The familiar scent inexplicably soothed the sense of unease he felt after traveling through time and space, bringing him a brief moment of peace.

This was ultimately not his hometown.

But Qi Heng's lips twitched slightly as he gazed towards the training ground in the distance.

At least in this unfamiliar world, there are still opponents who can get his blood pumping and are worth fighting for.

This expectation itself acts like an anchor, keeping him here.

"Qi Heng!"

A deep, powerful shout, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, abruptly shattered the tranquility of the courtyard.

That was the unique pride and unquestionable authority of the Saiyan Prince.

Qi Heng turned around, his movements unhurried and steady as a rock.

Then, Vegeta's familiar figure came into view.

He stood at the futuristic, arched entrance of the Capsule Corporation, his back to the cold white interior lights, which made his figure appear even more rugged.

Vegeta crossed his arms, his signature pose, his chin slightly raised, his face still bearing that gloomy and impatient expression.

But the most striking feature is the long, brown tail that sways slowly behind him—a symbol of the Saiyan's primal power, regenerated for him by Old Kai using divine power.

"What is it?" Qi Heng asked calmly, his golden eyes looking at Vegeta with no surprise or provocation, only a deep, unfathomable clarity.

"Let's have a spar." Vegeta's lips curled into a confident and warlike smile, even the gloom on his face softened slightly. "I've also become Super Saiyan 4."

Qi Heng stared at Vegeta for a few seconds, as if making a silent assessment.

The wind had stopped in the courtyard, and only the distant hustle and bustle of the city made the place seem exceptionally quiet.

Are you sure?

"Enough with the nonsense!" Vegeta's patience was almost exhausted, and he abruptly dropped his arms.

The next second, a violent aura erupted from his body like a volcanic eruption! The golden flames were no longer gentle, but like a living giant wave, instantly enveloping his entire body, and the light even briefly overshadowed the afternoon sun.