The Saiyans Arrive

"Ah... What was going on?!"

Son Goku steadied himself. The gravity on Planet of King Kai made it an immense struggle for him just to stand; his body felt as heavy as lead!

"King Kai, are you there? My name is Son Goku. I'm a martial artist from Earth."

Every step Son Goku took felt as though he were frozen in place.

Grrr...

Suddenly, his stomach growled in protest again, and Son Goku collapsed to the ground uncontrollably.

"My stomach... I'm hungry!"

Son Goku had just taken out his last Senzu Bean when he hurriedly shook his head.

"No, I can't waste a Senzu Bean like this..."

Son Goku spotted fruit hanging from a large tree in the distance.

"Hehe... I'll go find something to eat over there first!"

Gritting his teeth, Son Goku walked toward the tree one step at a time.

"Who are you? How did you get here?"

Son Goku froze and turned around. Before him stood a short figure in a black robe with pink sleeves, bearing a strange symbol. He had blue skin, a somewhat round face, pointed ears, and glasses.

Two whiskers drooped from either side of his face, while two insect-like antennae stuck out from his head!

"Just who are you?"

"Mr. King Kai, are you Mr. King Kai?"

There was also Bubbles, the pet monkey, and Gregory, who floated in midair. He looked like a grasshopper, yet possessed intelligence and could speak!

Earth, The Lookout!

Tien Shinhan, Krillin, Chiaotzu, and Yamcha had completed their training!

Kami looked at the four of them and said, "You've already surpassed me. Mr. Popo and I have nothing more to teach you. During the time before the great battle arrives, return home and continue training on your own! The future of Earth is in your hands."

"Yes!"

Krillin, Yamcha, and the others answered in unison.

They took off their weighted clothing, bid farewell to The Lookout, and returned to their respective homes to begin training by themselves.

Meanwhile, Son Wuling began another infusion of Natural Energy into his body, while Piccolo and Son Gohan began sparring!

Bang...

Son Gohan was sent flying by Piccolo, his face bruised and swollen. Even when sparring with Son Wuling, Son Wuling had never held back!

Son Gohan got back to his feet and rubbed his wounds. Unlike before, he did not cry. His personality had become resolute and strong.

Son Gohan had tremendous potential. Starting from nothing, he had stubbornly caught up to Piccolo. As for Son Wuling, Piccolo no longer even wanted to see him. The gap between them was growing wider and wider, even with Son Wuling infusing him with Natural Energy.

"Gohan, don't stop! Keep going!"

Piccolo charged at Son Gohan again, his palm like a blade, a crazed smile on his face.

Watching Son Wuling pull farther and farther ahead of him, Piccolo understood that he would never surpass him. Son Goku had also gone to train under King Kai. By the time he returned, he would probably be even stronger!

"Wuling, didn't you say Gohan possessed potential beyond anything you or Son Goku could imagine? Let's see just how capable he really is."

Son Wuling did not know what Piccolo was thinking. Over the past few months, his strength had soared after being infused with Natural Energy.

"Wuling, can you hear me? Wuling!"

A familiar voice rang directly in his mind!

"This is... telepathy, the same technique Piccolo uses. Goku, have you reached King Kai's place?" Son Wuling asked in surprise. It had only been a little over two months. As he remembered it, the original Son Goku had taken half a year, or at least four or five months.

"Yes, don't worry. I'm doing fine here. Wuling, King Kai just told me that the Saiyans will arrive on Earth in two hundred and eighteen days."

"Two hundred and eighteen days!"

Son Wuling could no longer remember how long it had been originally, but it was definitely longer now!

"By the way, Goku, it took you so long to reach King Kai's place along Snake Way, like Kami told you. Don't forget to leave enough time for the return trip," Son Wuling reminded him.

"Ah, right! Wuling, if you hadn't reminded me, I almost would've forgotten! I'll definitely remember!" Son Goku suddenly realized, shouting.

"Mm!"

Son Wuling had no idea whether Goku would truly remember when the time came.

"Goku, once you're back, have a proper talk with your sister-in-law. She's been really angry about you leaving without saying goodbye!"

Son Wuling's teasing words made Son Goku's scalp tingle. He could picture Chi-Chi losing her temper.

After chatting a little longer, Son Goku began using telepathy to contact Tien Shinhan, Krillin, and the others. This time, Son Goku's main purpose was to tell everyone how long remained before the Saiyans arrived.

"Two hundred and eighteen days! Vegeta's battle power was over ten thousand, wasn't it? I can't remember the exact number." Son Wuling looked at his hands. But thinking of how outrageous things would become later, he let it go. What was the point of worrying about it?

Time passed. Son Goku remembered Son Wuling's reminder. After training for two hundred and sixteen days, he began heading back. The journey took less than a day, and he returned ahead of schedule. He then immediately went to find Son Wuling and Piccolo!

On the two hundred and eighteenth day, two unknown spherical spacecraft pierced through the atmosphere and crashed into an urban district.

The sky seemed to be swallowed by sparks as Vegeta and Nappa flew out of their spacecraft, throwing the city into panic!

"Hmph, so this is Earth! It's not bad," Vegeta said with a sinister smile, his arms folded across his chest.

Nappa revealed a bloodthirsty grin. "Then let me greet these ignorant fools!"

Energy gathered in Nappa's palm, and his ki began to surge. Just as he was about to unleash it, an energy blast tore through the air toward him.

"What?"

Vegeta and Nappa froze. Vegeta reacted in time and flew into the distance, dodging it, but Nappa was too slow and took the energy blast head-on.

Boom!

The massive explosion terrified the people nearby. Some of the more timid ones were so frightened that they wet themselves.

As the dust cleared, the area behind Nappa was charred black, and many parts of his body had been badly burned. His furious, fire-spitting gaze turned toward his back.

"Who? Who dares sneak-attack me?!"

Vegeta landed on the ground, his expression somewhat grave as he watched the figure descend from the sky ahead.

He had tousled black hair, handsome features, and wore a purple martial arts uniform!

"Whew, good thing I made it."

Son Wuling finally relaxed. Bulma had been monitoring every movement in space, and as soon as she learned the crash site, he hurried over and interrupted Nappa just as he was about to destroy the city!

Vegeta and Nappa quickly used their Scouters to check Son Wuling's battle power. However, the number displayed was only five.

"Ha ha ha..."

Seeing the battle power reading coming from Son Wuling, Nappa burst into laughter.

"You piece of trash with a battle power of five, you actually dare interrupt me?!"

Nappa's tall, burly frame gave off an oppressive presence as he strode toward Son Wuling!

He stopped in front of Son Wuling, lowered his head, and looked down at him!

Son Wuling was 1.83 meters tall, while Nappa was probably over two meters.

Son Wuling raised his head. A faint smile appeared on his indifferent face as he teased Nappa in the latter's stunned gaze. "I've found that playing the pig can be quite comfortable sometimes. But it seems you aren't a tiger after all. Destructo Disc!"

Whoosh!

A Destructo Disc instantly formed in Son Wuling's left palm. After slicing through Nappa's waist, he dispelled the Destructo Disc, walked past Nappa, and fixed his gaze on Vegeta!

"W-What?"

Vegeta stared at Son Wuling gravely. Nappa slowly turned around. His enormous body seemed to split apart at the waist, dividing directly into two halves. He let out a scream of agony. His upper body lay on the ground, and his terrified eyes could see only Son Wuling's back.