Ginyu

"Y-you bastard, who the hell are you? D-do you know who I am?"

Ginyu stared at Son Wuling and demanded furiously. This guy had appeared out of nowhere and taken out all his team members in an instant!

"Before asking someone else, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"

Son Wuling lightly swept back his hair and looked at Ginyu with indifferent eyes. He could tell that this guy was no match for him at all.

"Haha..."

"Let me tell you, I am the renowned captain of the Frieza Force's elite special unit, the Ginyu Force—Gi... nyu! I am also the embodiment of art!"

As Ginyu introduced himself, he struck an outrageously flamboyant pose. It was far too similar to the incomprehensible performance art Son Wuling had seen before. As long as I'm not embarrassed, the embarrassed one is someone else.

"So cool..."

Son Gohan's mutter made Son Wuling, Piccolo, and Son Goku widen their eyes as they stared at him in disbelief.

Hearing that someone actually approved of him, Ginyu excitedly gave Son Gohan a thumbs-up. "Haha... Join the Frieza Force. You really have..."

Kamehameha Bullet!

Seeing that Ginyu actually wanted to lead Son Gohan astray, Son Wuling gathered energy in his palm and fired two blue Energy Blasts at Ginyu.

"Hey... Why did you suddenly attack? Who the hell are you..."

Ginyu's energy surged, skyrocketing in an instant as he dodged the Kamehameha Bullets!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

The Kamehameha Bullets began with the Energy Control Bullet, tracking Ginyu!

"What?"

Ginyu unleashed an Energy Blast that swallowed the pursuing Kamehameha Bullets, then continued toward Son Wuling with power to spare.

Son Wuling slapped Ginyu's Energy Blast away with his right palm. It crashed into a distant mountain peak with a deafening boom! The peak shattered into rubble!

Son Wuling and Ginyu landed steadily on the ground from the air. He now understood what point in time he was in. Vegeta had probably arrived on Namek six days ago, and because of him, the situation had changed as well. The Namekian called Dende had likely already died.

But Yajirobe, who had originally been doomed, had already been changed. Losing one Dende did not matter. As for healing, he could use the Dragon Balls to wish for that ability, and besides...

Son Wuling thought of Videl, who was currently trembling and shaking in fear. It seemed that his bargain-bin little apprentice could work too!

"My name is Son Wuling. As for who I am? You only need to know that you're about to die here!"

Son Wuling no longer restrained his power. His silver aura surged wildly as he sensed fewer and fewer Namekians. He could not drag this fight out any longer.

The combat power displayed on Ginyu's Scouter for Son Wuling stunned even Son Goku!

"Fifty thousand, sixty thousand, eighty thousand, ninety thousand, one hundred thousand, one hundred ten thousand, i-it's still rising, one hundred thirty thousand... one hundred fifty thousand!"

Seeing the final combat power reading, Ginyu was completely stunned. Then, as he looked at Son Wuling, he suddenly burst into laughter and tossed the Scouter in his hand onto the ground.

"O-one hundred fifty thousand... N-no way. How could that Earthling's combat power have risen so much in such a short time?" Vegeta was startled by the energy Son Wuling unleashed, and after hearing the combat power Ginyu reported, his jaw nearly dropped.

"That's amazing, Wuling... It feels even stronger than my Tenfold Kaioken!" Son Goku felt the urge to fight Son Wuling, but not now.

Piccolo looked at Ginyu solemnly. "Even so, he can still laugh!"

"What are you laughing at?" Son Wuling crossed his arms over his chest and coldly demanded.

"Haha... I'm laughing at you. Soon, that body of yours will be mine, haha..." Ginyu laughed wildly. If Son Wuling had not known what move he was planning, he would definitely have thought those words sounded suggestive!

Pfft...

Ginyu drove his fist directly through his own chest, leaving a gaping hole as blood flowed out. Such a self-mutilating scene left Piccolo, Son Goku, Vegeta, and the others dumbfounded.

Son Wuling looked at Ginyu teasingly, placing his hands at his waist like petals. He smiled. "Oh... You want to die that badly? Let me help you! Kamehameha..."

"Haaah..."

Buzzz-boom...

A thick blue Kamehameha shot straight toward Ginyu!

"W-what? You, no, excha... Aaargh..."

Ginyu did not even have time to finish speaking. Son Wuling had completely ignored the usual script, ruthlessly finishing him off while he was injuring himself.

Ginyu possessed an ability that allowed him to exchange bodies with his opponent, which was why he had injured himself in preparation to swap with Son Wuling. But Son Wuling already knew his ability and techniques. Before Ginyu could use it after injuring himself, Son Wuling blasted him into powder with a Kamehameha.

"Alright..."

Son Wuling turned to look at Dodoria, who was trembling in fear. That pink, ugly, bloated alien!

Piccolo and Vegeta surrounded him from both sides. Dodoria nervously swallowed, and after seeing Ginyu killed by Son Wuling, he raised both hands even more nervously.

"I have some questions for you. If you answer honestly, we'll let you go!"

Son Wuling deliberately stood beside Piccolo and Son Goku, keeping his distance from Vegeta. He secretly gave Vegeta a look as well.

Vegeta understood in an instant. He felt that he and Son Wuling got along quite well—quick, precise, and ruthless. It was a pity they were not on the same side. A cruel smile appeared on his face.

When Dodoria heard Son Wuling say "we," he did not realize that Vegeta was not with Son Goku and Son Wuling. He hurriedly nodded.

"Y-you, sir, ask away! I'll tell you everything I know!"

Son Wuling stepped aside for Piccolo. Piccolo took a step forward and stared coldly at Dodoria, a trace of anger in his voice. "Why did you come to Namek? You killed those Namekians, didn't you?!"

Dodoria hurriedly answered. Guessing that Son Wuling and the others were helpers brought by the Namekians, he quickly said, "Y-yes. Lord Frieza brought us to Namek for the Dragon Balls."

"The Dragon Balls?"

Son Wuling looked at the Scouter Ginyu had thrown onto the ground earlier and smiled. "Are you idiots? If you kill all the Namekians, won't the Dragon Balls disappear along with their creator?"

"What?"

Dodoria froze. He knew the Dragon Balls had been created by the Grand Elder, but he did not know that killing the Grand Elder would make them disappear! Even Frieza, listening to the conversation through the Scouter, was taken aback.

"Fine, we'll let you go. Get lost already!"

Son Wuling, Piccolo, and Son Goku made way for Dodoria.

"Ah, thank you, thank you..."

Dodoria was about to leave when Vegeta blocked his path.

Vegeta looked at Dodoria mockingly. "Don't misunderstand. I'm not with them. They may have spared you, but I never said I would let you go, Dodoria!"