第25章 送上门的经验包

Gokua's pupils constricted. He could not sense any energy from his opponent. He tried desperately to pull his longsword back, but that hand was like an iron clamp, locking onto the blade with a death grip.

"Aaaaah!"

Gokua let out a furious roar. To everyone's surprise, he could transform as well. His already terrifying aura surged once more.

His hair turned a vibrant red. With his upper body bare and his muscles bulging, he stopped trying to pull back his sword and instead poured all his strength into the strike, determined to split the boy before him in two.

Boom!

Son Gohan transformed into a Super Saiyan in an instant. The overwhelming shockwave forced everyone nearby to squeeze their eyes shut.

"Crack!"

With a gentle exertion of force from his palm, the sturdy longsword shattered inch by inch, metal fragments clattering to the ground.

"How is this possible!?"

Gokua was left holding nothing but a bare hilt. He instinctively backed away, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Son Gohan moved. A simple, ordinary punch landed with a dull thud against Gokua's chest.

Gokua was struck as if by lightning. His mouth hung wide open, his eyes nearly bulging from their sockets. He stood frozen, as if held by a binding spell.

Son Gohan dropped his Super Saiyan state and ignored him, crouching down to check on Trunks's injuries.

"Thud!"

A gust of wind blew past, and Gokua collapsed to the ground. His internal organs had already been incinerated by the golden energy; though his body appeared unscathed, he had actually been dead for some time.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Son Goku, Vegeta, and the others arrived via Instant Transmission.

They had been traveling to Earth by spaceship, but because there was no powerful energy on Earth for them to lock onto, they had been unable to use Instant Transmission.

It wasn't until the battle between Trunks and Gokua erupted that Son Gohan sensed Trunks's energy and teleported ahead of the rest.

The others, not knowing who Trunks was, hadn't been as urgent and arrived a moment later.

It is worth mentioning that during their nearly year-long stay on Yardrat, in addition to Son Gohan and Son Goku, both Vegeta and Piccolo had learned Instant Transmission.

As for the remaining four—Tien Shinhan and the others—their limited aptitude made it impossible for them to master it.

"Uncle Chiaotzu, please bring me a Senzu Bean." Son Goku beckoned to the group.

Chiaotzu hurried over and, at Son Gohan's instruction, fed Trunks a Senzu Bean.

A miraculous thing happened. The gruesome wound on Trunks's chest healed instantly, and he regained his full strength, looking as vigorous as a dragon.

"A Senzu Bean..." Trunks felt a wave of nostalgia.

In the future, these were incredibly rare; if not for that, Son Gohan would not have died. He had fed the very last Senzu Bean to a severely wounded and unconscious Trunks.

"Brother Gohan, how did you know my name?"

After the initial excitement faded, Trunks suddenly realized the inconsistency. He hadn't introduced himself yet, so there was no way anyone here could know his name.

"We can talk about that later. Let's deal with the enemy in front of us first." Son Gohan told him to stay calm.

"Not bad. To be able to defeat even Gokua, you must be the strongest fighter on this planet."

There was no anger in Bojack's eyes over his subordinate's miserable death, only a confident arrogance in his own power.

"Take me to North Kai."

Son Gohan didn't speak, his mind flashing back to the origins of Bojack's crew.

Originally, Son Goku was supposed to teleport a self-destructing Cell to King Kai's Planet, where the energy of the explosion would destroy the entire world, including North Kai.

That was what had loosened the seal on Bojack's crew, allowing them to escape.

Although the timeline was chaotic, this was far too chaotic—the Androids hadn't even appeared yet, and Bojack's crew had already shown up.

"Gohan."

North Kai's worried voice echoed in his mind; clearly, he had been keeping a close watch on events on Earth.

"What is going on, King Kai?" Son Gohan realized he was the only one who could hear the voice.

"I don't know either. Someone must have intentionally released Bojack's crew, doing so in a way that none of the four Kais could detect."

"This means that person's power is far beyond our own."

North Kai was deeply troubled. Bojack was clearly targeting him, constantly looking for someone to lead the way to King Kai's Planet.

Is there someone behind the scenes? Son Gohan had a vague suspicion of who it might be, but he wasn't certain.

His strength was still growing too slowly. All fear, after all, stemmed from a lack of firepower.

"Don't worry, King Kai. We will defeat them." Son Gohan took full responsibility for the situation.

He hadn't been slacking off during his year on Yardrat. Besides learning Instant Transmission, his strength had reached the Full Power Super Saiyan state.

After Piccolo assimilated Slug, his power was roughly the same, sitting at that same level. With his semi-immortal body, even Son Gohan couldn't guarantee a sure win against him.

As for Bojack, he hadn't reached Super Saiyan 2 levels. Even if he were stronger than Son Gohan and Piccolo, it wouldn't be by much.

His four subordinates were only at the early-to-mid Super Saiyan 1 level, slightly higher than the current Trunks.

Isn't this just a pile of experience points delivered to my doorstep? As Son Gohan analyzed the situation, his eyes lit up.

"Brothers, activate your martial spirits... wait, no... transform!"

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Three golden pillars of light and one white one shot straight into the sky, piercing the clouds. Countless boulders floated into the air, and a violent wind whipped up dust that blotted out the sun.

The four auras intertwined, forming a storm of destruction. The overwhelming pressure blanketed the world, crushing the very firmament.

Son Goku had finally taken the final step on Yardrat, successfully transforming into a Super Saiyan.

"Looking for death? Then I'll grant your wish!" Bojack and his crew wore cruel expressions as they charged forward.

Son Gohan turned into a golden bolt of lightning and lunged at Bojack. The two terrifying figures collided violently in the sky.

There was no probing, no holding back. From the very start, it was a true life-or-death struggle.

Son Goku set his sights on Bido, a burly man with a mohawk hairstyle wearing a purple sleeveless vest—a rare and formidable opponent.

Trunks clashed head-on with Bido's partner, whose magic-like, unpredictable energy threads had caused him endless trouble earlier.

The remaining girl, Zangya, was the strongest of the group after Bojack, but unfortunately for her, she ran into Piccolo and was crushed from the very start.

"Damn it! Those four bastards!" Vegeta cursed, his hands clenched into tight fists.

"There aren't even any Saiyans left in this world, so how could another Super Saiyan appear!?"

Vegeta's eyes turned purple with envy. Jealousy and rage surged, reaching the very top of his head.

"Sigh, back in the day, I even won the championship at the 22nd World Martial Arts Tournament."

"I don't know when it started, but now, when facing powerful enemies, I don't even have the qualifications to step onto the stage." Tien Shinhan reminisced, letting out a sigh filled with emotion.

"Tien, I will always support you." Chiaotzu said sincerely.

"Now that you say that, I feel a bit better. Even if I won the championship, I'd still just be standing on the sidelines watching the show."

Yamcha seemed to be talking to Tien Shinhan, but he was really speaking to himself. The frustration of being unable to keep up with the power levels weighed heavily on him.

"This is fine, too. With Gohan and the others here, we can just find wives and live good lives from now on." Krillin's words were laced with a mix of self-mockery and sincerity.

"Bang!"

While they were talking, Piccolo had already blown his opponent to pieces. He wasn't about to show mercy just because the enemy was a cute girl.