Dragon Ball Friends Circle, An Aura That Shakes the Earth!

Piccolo's arm shot out so abruptly that even the battle-hardened Vegeta failed to react in time.

He was still basking in the confidence of having just landed a blow on Piccolo, ready to press his advantage and properly punish this Namekian.

Yet a powerful force suddenly struck him in the chest.

It felt as though he had been hit by a massive hammer.

Even someone as strong as Vegeta could not stop himself from staggering back several steps. He looked at his breastplate in disbelief and saw that part of it had been slightly scorched black.

Fortunately, the armor was of excellent quality and had absorbed most of the impact.

The remaining force was nowhere near enough to seriously injure him.

But even without any real damage, Vegeta's fury still surged. He had rampaged across the universe before this, and aside from certain people in Frieza's army, when had he ever suffered the slightest humiliation?

Yet now that he had come to Earth, he had actually been hurt.

And he had been repeatedly outmaneuvered by this Namekian.

He simply could not tolerate it.

"Damn... bastard!"

Vegeta clenched his teeth so hard that his gums started bleeding. The muscles all over his body rapidly swelled, showing that his anger had already reached an uncontrollable level.

Across from him, Piccolo saw that his follow-up attack had ultimately been ineffective.

Though he had been prepared for it, he still could not help sighing, because he knew the coming battle would only become more difficult.

Just as he forced himself to focus and prepared to continue fighting—

A figure appeared in front of him as though he had teleported.

The child in a purple martial arts uniform stood with his back to him, staring solemnly at Vegeta across the way. It was none other than Gohan, who had trained alongside him.

Even the martial arts uniform Gohan wore had been carefully designed by Piccolo himself.

"Gohan!?"

Seeing Gohan step in front of him, Piccolo immediately guessed what he intended to do and instinctively tried to stop him.

Hearing his voice, Son Gohan turned back with a smile. "Uncle Piccolo, leave this guy to me too. Consider it a test of the training I've done this past year!"

Seeing his gentle smile, Piccolo's heart softened without realizing it, but his expression remained stern. "Don't be so naive. That guy is very strong. We should take this post-training test together!"

Son Gohan gently shook his head. "No need. Uncle Piccolo, just rest properly on the side."

He spoke slowly, but there was a conviction in his eyes that made people trust him.

That look was very similar to Son Goku's back then.

But thinking of how young Gohan still was, Piccolo ultimately could not rest easy about letting him fight alone. After all, his opponent was an enemy even Piccolo himself could not defeat!

"Don't let your guard down. That guy is no ordinary opponent!"

"Mm, I know. I'll show you that I can win, using everything you taught me!"

Son Gohan smiled at Piccolo again, then turned back around and prepared to begin his battle with the Saiyan prince!

Seeing how confident he was, Piccolo ultimately did not stop him again, because he already knew how exceptional Gohan's talent was.

Besides, Piccolo was right there. If Gohan truly could not hold out, it would still be better for them to fight together.

Having made up his mind, Piccolo gave another warning to be careful, then retreated some distance away, clearly yielding the battlefield to Gohan.

Seeing that his opponent had changed, Vegeta sneered. "What, that Namekian couldn't handle it, so you've sent a child in his place?"

"Actually, Uncle Piccolo is only nine years old right now!"

Son Gohan answered with complete seriousness.

Vegeta subconsciously glanced at Piccolo walking away. With the appearance he had shown, he was only nine?

Hearing Gohan mention his age, Piccolo stumbled slightly in the distance, and the look in his eyes became somewhat awkward.

Though there were many underlying reasons for it, he really was nine years old, so there was nothing he could say to explain it.

Vegeta finally withdrew his gaze and said with a cold laugh, "Hmph, it doesn't matter how old he is. As Saiyans, the warrior race, we don't care about such meaningless things!"

Son Gohan did not say anything further. He merely took out his phone and snapped a picture of Vegeta.

Seeing a flash of light ahead, Vegeta's gaze sharpened. "Brat, what are you doing?"

"Commemorating my battle against the Saiyan prince!"

Son Gohan then posted the photo to his social feed. His mother had not added him yet, so he could freely post this kind of content.

Vegeta frowned. He had no idea what this brat was doing, but he could sense just how composed he was.

That composure gave Vegeta a faint sense of unease.

But when he remembered that he was the Saiyan prince, the strongest warrior in Saiyan history, the unease in his heart eased slightly.

"No matter what you're planning, I won't show you any mercy!"

The irritation that had suddenly risen in Vegeta's heart caused his accumulated anger to erupt in an instant. In that very moment, he launched his attack.

A streak of light closed in on Son Gohan at incredible speed.

That speed was beyond what ordinary people could even see. It was simply too abnormal, and only the sky trembled without cease.

Son Gohan merely shifted slightly to the side. His left arm blocked the attack on its own, while his right hand casually slipped his phone into his pocket.

Vegeta's rage-filled strike should have possessed the force to destroy heaven and earth.

Yet Son Gohan steadily blocked it.

His body did not even tilt in the slightest, as though he had merely done something utterly ordinary.

"What!?"

Seeing his attack so easily blocked, Vegeta's eyes filled with disbelief. That kind of power far exceeded anything he had imagined.

By then, Son Gohan had already freed up his other hand.

He spread the five fingers of his right hand and condensed an energy blast before Vegeta could react. A near-instant Demon Flash sent Vegeta's body flying away.

Crash!

The energy wave actually carried Vegeta straight out of the city.

Forcing him all the way into a region surrounded by mountains.

Fortunately, Vegeta was battle-hardened. At the final moment, he finally knocked away the energy wave and darted into the distance.

Boom!

The energy wave randomly flattened an entire mountain range.

"Damn it, this brat's power..."

Thinking back to their brief exchange just now, an inexplicable thought flashed through Vegeta's mind—the legend of the Saiyans.

At that moment.

Son Gohan had once again appeared a dozen meters away from him.

Yet Vegeta had not even noticed how he got there.

Did that mean his speed surpassed his own?

"Fighting in the city would affect too wide an area. Let's settle this here!"

As Son Gohan spoke, he assumed a stance—the very same one Piccolo used.

Vegeta raised his head high, trembling with rage. "You little runt, you actually dared to order me around so casually! I will never forgive you!"

As his body shook with fury, his aura surged wildly, as though it were about to fill the entire world.

The entire Earth was instantly shrouded beneath that aura.

Violent winds ravaged in every direction. The clouds that had been blown apart seemed to gather again, turning into dark clouds that blanketed the sky.

In that instant.

Endless regions were engulfed by unprecedented hurricanes!

It was as though Earth was finally about to meet its doom!