I Don't Like Fooling Around

"Looking to die, kid!"

At Turles's command, his five subordinates vanished from where they stood like ghosts.

"I'll handle them all!"

After saying that, Piccolo vanished as well. The sounds of several people clashing fiercely echoed through the air.

"Pfft!"

Blood spattered across the sky. In a single exchange, Piccolo suffered three or four wounds across his body.

These warriors from different races across the universe had all eaten the fruit of the Tree of Might alongside Turles. One of them even had a battle power exceeding ten thousand.

So the moment they clashed, Piccolo was put at a severe disadvantage.

"Damn it, Kaio-ken!"

Piccolo decisively unleashed his ultimate technique. He felt that if he delayed any longer, he might leave his life here.

Scarlet ki suddenly erupted around him. Veins bulged all over his body as he endured tearing pain, but his aura surged violently.

His battle power instantly reached 15,000, and he began a fierce counterattack.

Watching that utterly embarrassing display, Son Gohan almost laughed, but he was afraid Piccolo would see him.

"I get it. The only Saiyan on this planet is Kakarot, and you're his son." Turles suddenly understood.

Like Raditz, he believed that Son Goku had been sent to this remote planet to carry out a plan to destroy it.

"Could that person fighting Vegeta over there be Kakarot? How did he become so powerful?"

Turles was a low-class warrior. In his understanding, a low-class warrior's upper limit of battle power was fixed from birth.

Hard work was useless. Only by taking shortcuts like he had could one become stronger.

"Correct. Your reward is a night-long chat with King Yemma."

Before Son Gohan had even finished speaking, he had already charged forward. He threw a punch, violently shaking the air and unleashing a thunderous boom.

"Battle power... one... one hundred thousand!"

Extreme terror appeared on Turles's face. The world-destroying fist rapidly filled his vision, and he did not even have time to defend himself.

Bang!

With a deafening blast, a huge hole exploded through his chest, piercing straight through him. His body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, slamming heavily into the inner wall of the Tree of Might.

Blood and organs scattered through the air. The fear had not yet faded from Turles's face when he died completely.

"Sorry, but I don't have that Saiyan habit of fooling around. I'm in even more of a hurry than Future Trunks."

"And I won't give you the chance to eat the Tree of Might's fruit."

Son Gohan slowly withdrew his fist, his eyes utterly calm.

Once the fruit of the Tree of Might was eaten, even if the tree was destroyed, Earth would still suffer irreversible damage.

"Huff... huff..."

Piccolo had finished his battle as well, panting heavily.

"Uncle Piccolo, are you okay?" Son Gohan ran over and supported him.

"I'm fine."

The Kaio-ken consumed too much of Piccolo's strength, and even his body was struggling to bear it.

"I'll destroy this Tree of Might."

Son Gohan raised both hands over his head and gathered a Spirit Bomb. Pure life energy converged in his hands.

The Tree of Might was incredibly sturdy. Ordinary attacks could not damage it at all.

Boom!

The Tree of Might was struck by the Spirit Bomb and exploded, turning into energy that filled the sky and returned to Earth.

"Let's go, Gohan. We're heading back." Piccolo's body ached faintly, but it did not affect his ability to fly.

"Wait a moment. I'm going to bring back Turles and the others' spaceship."

Turles's spaceship was large enough. If Dr. Brief modified it slightly, it could be used for space travel.

Moreover, the spaceship had plenty of communication equipment that could contact many planets throughout the universe.

Turles was a Saiyan and was also in the business of selling planets.

In the end, Son Gohan carried the enormous spaceship and returned with Piccolo to the wilderness outside East City, where they witnessed the final moments of the great battle.

"Turn into dust in the universe! Galick Gun!"

"Kamehameha!"

The two forces, powerful enough to destroy a planet, collided and formed a massive sphere of energy. The leaking aura caused the nearby mountains to collapse.

"Kaio-ken, times four!"

Son Goku let out a roar. The white pillar of energy became even thicker, forcibly pushing back the purple energy beam.

"Ah..."

The two terrifying energies exploded violently before Vegeta. Even with all his strength, he could not overcome the fourfold Kaio-ken.

Thud!

Countless wounds appeared across his body. Pale bones were exposed, blood flowed without end, and he fell from the sky to the ground.

"No... impossible... I actually lost to a low-class warrior..."

Vegeta was severely wounded. After Son Goku's battle power rose, he could not withstand the fourfold Kaio-ken and did not even have time to transform into a Great Ape.

He had completely lost his fighting ability.

"Goku, finish him for good." Krillin had witnessed the battle and felt how terrifying Vegeta was.

"Let him go. It's rare to meet such a powerful warrior. I still want to fight him again."

Son Goku had not been seriously injured this time. He picked up Vegeta and placed him in that space pod.

"Don't think... I'll thank you... Next time... I'll kill every one of you..."

Vegeta was clearly taking more breaths out than in, yet he was still talking tough. The space pod door closed and carried him into the universe.

"It seems like we didn't help at all this time." Chiaotzu spoke somewhat sheepishly.

"Gohan, did you defeat the powerful enemies over there?" Tien Shinhan asked.

"Yeah, we took care of them."

"Great! Earth is peaceful again!" Yamcha shouted happily.

"Uncle Yamcha, you're celebrating too soon. Vegeta was only a lackey. There's someone even stronger behind him." Son Gohan poured cold water over him.

He told everyone that there was someone called Frieza, the Emperor of the Universe, who had already ruled over seventy percent of the planets in the universe.

At his rate of expansion, he would attack Earth sooner or later. If they did not work hard, they would only be able to wait helplessly for death when that time came.

"How strong is this Frieza?"

Son Goku's battle-loving instincts stirred. Rather than being afraid, he became excited.

"Very strong. Even all of us together couldn't withstand a casual attack from him."

Son Gohan did not directly tell them Frieza's battle power, afraid it would crush everyone's confidence.

When everyone only had battle powers in the thousands or tens of thousands, hearing about a battle power of 120 million would make anyone despair.

If not for a bug like the Super Saiyan, Frieza would be invincible beneath the gods.

"Gohan, how do you know all this?"

Krillin scratched his bald head. He could not understand how a five-year-old knew so much.

"King Kai told me." Son Gohan did not blush or skip a beat. He had long prepared this excuse.

If he pinned everything on King Kai, no one could find him to verify it.

Son Goku and Piccolo looked at each other. Why had King Kai not told them? Maybe Gohan had performed better.

"Alright, bring Nappa's space pod. We're going to Aunt Bulma's house in West City."

To quickly increase their strength, they needed Dr. Brief to create a gravity chamber.

This time, they had enough time. Frieza still did not know that Namek had Dragon Balls, so they could raise their battle powers high enough before going to find Frieza.

But time and space had already clearly fallen into chaos. Would things really go so smoothly?