This Punch-Can You Block It?

The region of Planet Namek was in ruins, the ground had collapsed, and lava had surged up in places.

Everyone present looked up at the figure in the sky, wrapped in golden flames and shining brilliantly.

"How incredible! Is this what a Super Saiyan is like?" Krillin's eyes shone with admiration.

"It's as miraculous as a divine revelation!" Tien Shinhan exclaimed. His Three-Eyed People heritage left him utterly unable to measure up to the Saiyans' fighting power.

"Gohan finally did it." Piccolo looked relieved.

"Before long, I'll become a Super Saiyan too." Son Goku wasn't discouraged. He was excited to have a goal to strive toward.

Slug felt utterly disheartened. He realized he'd been like a frog in a well all along. There were so many powerful fighters in the universe he'd never even heard of.

Frieza's eyes flickered with apprehension, but he sneered, "Tch. Super Saiyan, huh? Wild monkeys will always be wild monkeys."

"I'll crush your illusions with my own hands!"

Frieza's muscles swelled as he unleashed one hundred percent of his power. He stomped, cracking the ground like a spiderweb, then shot forward as a streak of white light that tore through space.

"Good. The three of us, father and sons, will fight together. Every enemy will be forced to grovel at our feet."

King Cold, his huge horns thrust forward, charged straight at Son Gohan. The air groaned under the pressure as he passed.

"Kaio-ken times twenty!"

Son Goku roared. Dark red flames enveloped him as he intercepted King Cold.

"I can't leave everything to Gohan. I've trained for so long—I have to at least help a little."

Son Goku knew that even with the Kaio-ken times twenty, he was still nearly half as strong as King Cold. Even so, he charged forward without hesitation.

For one thing, he couldn't bear to see his son fight alone. For another, becoming stronger meant constantly battling powerful enemies.

"So there's another strong fighter!"

King Cold had no choice but to abandon his original target. Son Goku met him with a storm of attacks.

Son Gohan watched, touched. He could easily take on all three by himself, but he didn't stop Son Goku, unwilling to reject his father's kindness.

Seeing Son Goku join the fight, Piccolo gritted his teeth and prepared to charge in as well.

His current fighting power was only 1.91 million. Even with the fivefold Kaio-ken his body could endure, his fighting power would only reach 9.55 million.

He could crush weaker opponents, but against the strongest, he couldn't even come close. It was frustrating.

Suddenly, an arm stopped Piccolo. "Fuse with me. I'm the last warrior-type Namekian on this planet. I can multiply your power several times over."

Nail appeared with Dende. No one knew when they'd arrived. He looked at Piccolo with a serious expression.

"Don't worry. Your personality won't disappear. You'll just absorb me into your body."

Piccolo frowned, puzzled. "Then you'll disappear forever. Why would you do that?"

Nail smiled. "Namek is facing a tremendous crisis. I'm not strong enough to help, but I see hope in you all."

"I'm willing to stake my life so that the surviving Namekians can keep living."

Piccolo stared at Nail in surprise. He hadn't expected anyone to go so far for his people.

He made a solemn promise. "Unless I die, I'll protect Namek forever."

Nail smiled happily, his whole body relaxing. He reached out and clasped Piccolo's hand tightly.

"Brother Nail..." Tears welled in Dende's big eyes. He couldn't stop Nail from making his choice.

The moment their hands touched, a blinding white light poured from Nail. It grew brighter and brighter until he became pure light and shot into Piccolo's body.

"Huff, huff..."

Piccolo panted as if he'd just fought a fierce battle. Power surged through him without end.

He stared at his hands in disbelief, then laughed. "Hahahaha! This is incredible! So this is what it feels like to rise to the top in one step!"

"Uncle Piccolo, don't bother stopping Frieza. Just go help my dad." Son Gohan was locked in a fierce battle with Cooler.

At his words, Piccolo didn't hesitate. He activated the fivefold Kaio-ken and joined Son Goku in attacking King Cold.

After fusing, his base fighting power had risen to 20 million. With the fivefold Kaio-ken, it exceeded 100 million, making him every bit as strong as King Cold.

"What a powerful Namekian! Would you like to be my son?" King Cold's old habit kicked in: whenever he met an enemy he couldn't beat, he wanted to adopt him.

"I'd turn you down even if you asked to be my son!"

Piccolo's eyes flashed. Two beams shot out like divine spears, stabbing toward King Cold.

With Piccolo leading the attack and Son Goku supporting him, they soon had King Cold completely suppressed.

"I hope they all die." Slug had shrunk himself down and was praying off to the side.

The battle on the other side was going quite differently. Cooler led the attack while Frieza supported him, yet Son Gohan was still beating them both.

"Ha!"

Son Gohan's hair stood on end, and golden flames surged around him, soaring into the sky and bathing the whole heavens in brilliant gold.

He briefly knocked Cooler back. His fist blazed like fire as he slammed it into Frieza's stomach, and the terrifying force of the impact spread instantly.

"Ugh..."

Frieza doubled over at a right angle, his abdomen caving in. The shock rattled his internal organs, and he spat out a mouthful of purple blood.

"This punch has a fighting power of five hundred million. Can you block it?"

Son Gohan pulled back his fist. Frieza plunged straight down and crashed into the ground, raising a cloud of dust. His eyes rolled back as he fell unconscious, gravely wounded.

"How can he be this strong?" Cooler couldn't stop it in time, and they'd lost a major fighter.

He deeply regretted the past. When Bardock had sent Son Goku away in a spaceship, Salza had tried to shoot it down, but Cooler had stopped him.

Cooler had considered that Frieza's failure and saw no reason to clean up after him.

If he'd destroyed that spaceship back then, they wouldn't be facing this freakishly powerful little wild monkey now.

"Die!"

Evil energy gathered at Cooler's fingertip. He swept his hand, sending ten purple beams—like ten swords—slicing toward Son Gohan.

"Smack! Smack! Smack!"

Son Gohan didn't dodge. He casually swung his hand, smacking each beam away in turn.

"You've forced me to do this."

Cooler's face twisted with rage, and a murderous glint shone in his eyes. He raised his right hand over his head as energy from his entire body gathered there.

An energy sphere as hot as the sun took shape in an instant, blazing with dazzling light.

"Disappear along with this planet, Supernova!"

The enormous sphere, carrying terrifying power, hurtled toward Son Gohan and the Planet Namek behind him.

Cooler was willing to destroy Namek with his ultimate move. The three of them could survive in space anyway.

"So this is your full power?"

Son Gohan's eyes narrowed. Golden flames burst around him as he reached out with one hand and caught the enormous energy sphere, then thrust it powerfully upward.

The massive sphere reversed direction, moving even faster than before as it roared toward the dumbfounded Cooler.