The Name of the Z Fighters

"I... Ah... Impossible! How could I, the great Nappa, be defeated by trash with a power level of only five? No... Impossible!" Nappa stared at Son Wuling's back with trembling eyes. He was unwilling to accept it. Cut in half at the waist, he could feel his life slipping away!

Son Wuling turned around and laughed. His bright eyes were full of disdain, his mockery utterly undisguised. "You really are stupid. You're the Nappa Raditz mentioned, right? Saiyans having someone like you really drags down the average intelligence."

"You... Cough, cough, cough... What did you say?"

Furious, Nappa spat out several mouthfuls of blood and glared viciously at Son Wuling!

"See? You really are an idiot. That Scouter of yours can detect power levels, right? I don't know what my power level is, but it's definitely higher than yours!"

Son Wuling unleashed his ki, no longer holding it back. The Scouter continuously registered his rapidly surging power level!

"One thousand, five thousand, eight thousand... It's still rising!" Nappa cried in disbelief. He was so agitated that his bleeding worsened.

"Ten thousand, eleven thousand, twelve thousand... Fifteen thousand power level!" Vegeta stared at the Scouter. Son Wuling's power level of fifteen thousand even gave him a shock.

"F-Fifteen thousand! Blegh... Cough, cough! Fifteen thousand... His power level is actually fifteen thousand! Ah! Hahaha..." Nappa let out a miserable laugh, his mentality completely collapsing!

"Everyone, my name is Son Wuling. Don't worry, these two are villains about as bad as Demon King Piccolo was before," Son Wuling shouted to the surrounding crowd.

"Son Wuling? Ah, the brother of Son Goku, who defeated Demon King Piccolo and saved the world!"

"I remember now! It's Son Wuling! I thought he looked really familiar!"

"They're still being covered in the news now. I've even been to Goku City and Wuling City! I never expected to finally see him in person."

"Son Wuling, go!"

"Go! Beat those evil bastards!"

Listening to the discussions around him, Son Wuling nodded in satisfaction. After defeating Demon King Piccolo, he and Son Goku had met the reporters and the animal king face-to-face.

Though neither of them cared much for fame or fortune, Son Wuling thought of the absurd decline in the future. It would be better to spread martial arts throughout Earth completely. Thanks to him and Son Goku, Earth's martial arts culture had flourished at high speed! At the very least, no one would claim that things like ki were just sleight of hand anymore. A future like Satan's could never happen.

"You must be the strongest Earthling on this planet. A power level of fifteen thousand is quite impressive."

Vegeta smiled, looking at Son Wuling with fighting spirit blazing in his eyes. "Even in the universe, you would count as an expert. You were the one who defeated Raditz, weren't you?"

"That's right. I killed that idiot, and you even brought along someone even more stupid!" Son Wuling said, turning back to glance teasingly at the bisected Nappa.

Upon hearing Son Wuling's words, Nappa, who was on the verge of death, seemed to regain clarity in his hazy consciousness, as though having one final burst of life.

"You... What did you say? You said I'm stupid, and that I'm even worse than that Raditz?" Nappa said, nearly exhausting the last of his strength.

"Isn't that right?"

Son Wuling crossed his arms over his chest. His icy eyes, like the eyes of a demon, engraved themselves deeply into Nappa's mind.

"In this world, good people don't die, bad people don't die. Only one kind of person dies: idiots like you!"

"You... Cough, cough, cough!"

Nappa had just wanted to retort when he coughed up blood. His life was gradually fading away. His hand trembled as it reached for something. He did not want to die. He did not want to die.

Son Wuling looked at the people cheering for him around them and raised a hand. The cheers immediately fell silent. "This is no longer something the military can handle. Everyone, don't come any closer."

The crowd instantly scattered. Son Wuling's words carried weight. The Z Fighters had all been exposed to the public eye, and with the animal king deliberately promoting them, aside from him and Goku, Tien Shinhan, Krillin, Master Roshi, Chiaotzu, and Yamcha had all become known to the public.

Yamcha, however, seemed to enjoy the fame. He and Bulma appeared to have broken up for good now!

Son Wuling had nothing to say about that. Yamcha only enjoyed people's admiration, and there was nothing wrong with that. Besides, he had not used his fame to make money for himself. After all, none of them lacked money anymore.

Son Wuling actually thought it was pretty good. At least Yamcha would not abandon martial arts as he had originally, eventually fading from the Z Fighters' ranks.

"Vegeta, you want to fight me, but you'll have to defeat someone first before I fight you!" Son Wuling's words made Vegeta pause.

"Oh? Could he be even stronger than you?" Vegeta asked Son Wuling.

"I don't know either. The one challenging you is Son Goku. His Saiyan name is Kakarot! So, Vegeta, do you dare accept his challenge?"

"Kakarot... Heh, hahaha... Ahahaha..."

Hearing that name, Vegeta laughed without trying to hide his mockery.

"You're joking, right? Kakarot? A low-class warrior dares to challenge me? Hahaha..."

"Do you dare or not, Vegeta? Don't let yourself get defeated by the low-class warrior you look down on. As long as you defeat Son Goku, I'll fight you."

Son Wuling crossed his arms. He had not expected Nappa to dare get that close to him, allowing Son Wuling to ambush him and slice him in half at the waist!

"Fine. Lead the way. I'd like to see what gives Kakarot, that low-class warrior, the nerve to challenge me."

Vegeta followed Son Wuling into the sky, flying toward where Piccolo, Son Gohan, and Son Goku were. Krillin, Yamcha, Tien Shinhan, and Chiaotzu arrived one after another as well.

Boom!

"Ah..."

Son Wuling casually fired a ki blast downward, engulfing the bisected Nappa. With his final traces of breath, Nappa turned to dust, and a massive crater was blasted into the ground.

Son Wuling did not know Vegeta's power level, but judging by Vegeta's demeanor, it probably was not much higher. Vegeta also did not give him the feeling of being completely untouchable. The gap between them should not be too great.

At this moment, within the secluded valley, Son Goku, Piccolo, Tien Shinhan, Yamcha, Krillin, Son Gohan, and Chiaotzu all sensed a huge ki suddenly vanish.

"What happened? Did Wuling already fight the Saiyans?" Yamcha hurriedly asked.

"No..."

Son Goku shook his head and said with fighting spirit in his voice, "Wuling and that stronger guy are heading this way now."

"Hehe... So Wuling really left that guy called Vegeta for me." Son Goku stretched his body and began warming up. His martial arts uniform had changed drastically, and King Kai had already removed his weighted gear. The symbol on his back had been changed by Son Wuling into the character for Goku.

"Goku, can you really handle this alone?" A bead of cold sweat formed on Piccolo's forehead. He could sense that Vegeta's ki was stronger than Son Wuling's. If even Son Wuling was no match for him, could Son Goku really fight Vegeta alone?

Son Goku smiled. "Sorry, everyone, for agreeing to my selfish request. But if I don't fight someone that strong, I'll feel really unwilling. Sorry."