Ginyu

"You... you bastard, who the hell are you? Do you know who I am?"

Ginyu glared at Son Wuling and demanded angrily. 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 brushed back his hair and looked at Ginyu indifferently. He could tell that the guy before him was no match for him at all.

"Haha..."

"Let me tell you, I am the captain of the renowned elite special forces unit of the Frieza Force, the Ginyu Force—Ginyu! I am also the embodiment of art!"

As Ginyu introduced himself, he struck an incredibly flamboyant pose. It looked far too much like 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 palms and fired two blue Energy Blasts at Ginyu.

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

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

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

The Kamehameha Bullets became Energy Control and pursued Ginyu!

"What?"

Ginyu fired an Energy Blast that swallowed the pursuing Kamehameha Bullets, then still had enough power left to strike at Son Wuling.

Son Wuling knocked Ginyu's Energy Blast away with his right palm. It crashed into a distant mountain peak with a thunderous roar, shattering the mountain into rubble!

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

But since Yajirobe's original fate had already 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 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'll die here next!"

Son Wuling no longer restrained his power. His silver aura surged wildly. He could sense that there were fewer and fewer Namekians left, so he could not afford to drag this out any longer.

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

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

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

"One... one hundred fifty thousand... No, impossible! How could that Earthling's combat power have grown so much in such a short time?" Vegeta was startled by the aura Son Wuling unleashed. After hearing the combat power Ginyu reported, his jaw nearly dropped in shock.

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

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

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

"Haha... I'm laughing at you. Soon, that body of yours will be mine, haha..." Ginyu laughed wantonly. If Son Wuling had not known what technique Ginyu possessed, he would definitely have found those words suggestive!

Pfft...

Ginyu drove his fist straight through his own chest, leaving a huge hole as blood streamed out. The sight of such self-mutilation left Piccolo, Son Goku, Vegeta, and the others dumbfounded.

Son Wuling looked at Ginyu teasingly, holding both palms at his waist like flower petals as he smiled. "Oh... you want to die that badly? Let me help you! Kamehameha..."

Haaah...

Bzzzz-boom...

A thick blue Kamehameha shot straight toward Ginyu!

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

Ginyu did not even have time to finish speaking. Son Wuling was completely unwilling to play by the rules. While Ginyu was injuring himself, he actually mercilessly added another blow.

Ginyu possessed an ability that allowed him to exchange bodies with his opponent, which was why he had injured himself in preparation to switch with Son Wuling. However, Son Wuling already knew his ability and techniques. After Ginyu injured himself but before he could use that ability, Son Wuling blasted him into dust 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. 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, putting some distance between himself and Vegeta. He even secretly gave Vegeta a look.

Vegeta understood instantly. He felt that he and Son Wuling got along rather well—quick, precise, and ruthless. It was just 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 on the same side as Son Goku and Son Wuling. He hurriedly nodded.

"Speak, sir. Whatever you ask, I'll tell you everything I know!"

Son Wuling made way for Piccolo. Piccolo stepped forward and stared coldly at Dodoria, with a trace of anger in his voice. "Why did you come to Namek? You were the ones who killed those Namekians, weren't you?"

Dodoria hurriedly answered. Guessing that Son Wuling and the others were reinforcements 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 was stunned as well. He knew that the Dragon Balls had been created by the Grand Elder, but he did not know that killing the Grand Elder would make the Dragon Balls 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 and said, "Don't misunderstand. I'm not with them. They may have let you go, but I never said I would spare you, Dodoria!"