A Person in Dragon Ball! Starting Choice: Zeno's Divine Powers - Chapter 21

"You are indeed a fairly talented warrior, but calling yourself the most talented warrior in history is a bit of an exaggeration." Indra continued, "I remember there was a Saiyan named Broly who was an even more talented warrior than you. I wonder if you've heard of him?"

"Just who are you?" Vegeta was utterly shocked, staring at Indra without even blinking.

"I hate it most when people brag in front of me." Indra smiled. "There was once a guy who called himself the Emperor of the Universe, along with his father. They showed off in front of me, claiming they were the strongest beings in the entire universe. I didn't like that, so I gave them a proper punishment."

"What did you say?" Vegeta's expression changed again and again.

Could he be talking about Frieza and King Cold?

No way!

It must be a coincidence!

That's right, it has to be a coincidence.

"You just said you'd give up one hand to fight Goku, right?" Indra asked.

"What? Do you have a problem with that?" Vegeta smiled faintly, doing his best to calm himself down.

"I think that's an excellent decision. Then give up one arm." Indra nodded slightly.

The next moment, Indra made a casual wiping motion.

Whoosh!

One of Vegeta's arms vanished just like that, as if by magic.

"As you wished, your arm is gone." Indra smiled.

"What?" Vegeta glanced at his left arm.

It was gone!

His left arm had mysteriously disappeared!

What was going on?

How was that possible?

Why hadn't he felt anything at all?

"You two carry on." Indra smiled.

Whoosh!

After speaking, Indra's figure flickered and vanished.

In the blink of an eye, Indra had gone from the battlefield to a distant mountaintop.

Bulma was dumbfounded.

Tights' eyes widened as well.

When had Indra become so powerful?

And he could even teleport?

"Don't look at me so shocked. I'm actually a very low-key person." Indra smiled.

Bulma: "..."

Tights: "..."

You call this low-key?

You directly made that Saiyan's left arm disappear.

The question is, how did you do that?

That definitely wasn't a magic trick!

"Also, that wasn't teleportation. It only looked like teleportation because I moved too fast for you to perceive it properly," Indra added.

Bulma and Tights fell silent.

Too fast?

It only felt like teleportation?

Why did they suddenly feel that, when it came to showing off, he had surpassed Vegeta?

"Ahem... Brother-in-law... how did you do that erasure thing? Can you teach me?" Bulma asked excitedly.

Indra: "..."

Bulma, that was going too far.

Did she even want to learn Zeno's divine ability?

"Well... I'm afraid you can't learn it..." Indra smiled.

At the battlefield.

"M-My arm!" Vegeta's expression changed repeatedly. Looking at his mysteriously vanished arm, he trembled all over in terror.

"His left arm mysteriously disappeared... What happened?" Son Goku also looked stunned. It was his first time seeing something so bizarre.

His arm had vanished into thin air.

"How is that possible?" Son Gohan's eyes widened.

"Did Indra really do that?" Krillin trembled as he stared at the spot where Indra had disappeared.

"Uncle Indra did that? How did he do it?" Son Gohan turned and asked Krillin.

"I heard Indra is an outstanding magician... Maybe he was the one who erased that other Saiyan called Nappa," Krillin said.

"What magician, Uncle Krillin? He's a wizard, isn't he?" Son Gohan had learned something new.

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"Wizard? Yes, wizard would be a more accurate term!" Krillin nodded gravely.

"My... my arm... My arm is gone!" Vegeta muttered, trembling.

"Still want to fight?" Son Goku asked.

Smack!

Vegeta pulled out a remote control and pressed its button.

Still fight?

Fight my ass!

Can't you see my arm is gone?

I need to get the hell out of here.

Whoosh!

Vegeta's miniature spaceship sped over.

Swish!

Just as Vegeta was about to board the spaceship and leave this terrifying place, Indra suddenly reappeared.

Bang!

Indra sent the spaceship flying with a single kick.

Vegeta: "..."

Son Goku: "..."

Krillin: "..."

Son Gohan: "..."

How brutal.

He actually kicked a spaceship like it was a ball.

"If you want to leave Earth, fine. Defeat them. Otherwise, I'll erase you." Indra waved his little hand.

Swish!

A distant mountain vanished out of thin air.

Vegeta's pupils shrank sharply, and his entire body trembled in terror.

Son Goku stared at the vanished mountain with a stunned expression.

How did he do that?

Son Gohan was dumbfounded.

Krillin stared unblinkingly at the bizarre sight before him, unable to say a word.

"I-I-I... I remember now... Y-you... you're the one who once fought Frieza..." A flash of realization struck Vegeta, and his face turned exceptionally ugly.

"Enough nonsense. Hurry up and start. If you lose, leave your life on Earth. If you win, then get lost." Indra smiled faintly.

Vegeta trembled all over in fright.

But after carefully weighing his options for a moment, Vegeta decided Indra probably would not intervene.

As things stood, his side still had some hope of winning.

If he only had to deal with those three.

"Fine, Kakarot, then I won't hold back!" As Vegeta spoke, his aura suddenly erupted.

His spaceship had been kicked away. Did he have any choice but to fight?

Son Goku's expression shifted slightly.

What a powerful aura!

The vast starry sky, the boundless universe.

Frieza's spaceship drifted slowly onward.

Holding a wineglass, Frieza silently savored the red wine within, a faint smile on his face.

However, both of Frieza's ears were gone, greatly undermining his image as the Emperor of the Universe.

Frieza's head looked utterly ridiculous.

"Any new developments on Vegeta's side?" Frieza asked casually after taking a sip of wine.

"Lord Frieza, according to the latest information from Earth, it has been confirmed that the Saiyan Kakarot, who was killed, has been revived," a subordinate hurried forward to report.

"Oh? The dead can be revived?" A sharp gleam flashed in Frieza's eyes. "In other words, the Dragon Ball really exists. Am I right?"

"Absolutely." The subordinate nodded vigorously.

"The ones who created the Dragon Balls are Namekians. That means we don't need to go to Earth. We only need to go to Planet Namek to have our wishes granted." Frieza smiled.

"Set off immediately! Head for Planet Namek!" Zarbon ordered the subordinates.

Whoosh!

The spaceship changed direction amid the stars, accelerated, and sped toward Planet Namek.

"Lord Frieza, if we successfully find the Dragon Balls, what wish should we make?" Zarbon asked.

Frieza glanced at Zarbon without saying a word.

What wish I'm making, don't you have any fucking clue?

I fucking want my ears to grow back.

Do I look anything like the Emperor of the Universe in this state?