"What are you doing?"
Goku jumped in alarm, his body automatically activating Ultra Instinct.
A silver aura swirled around him.
But what happened next shocked everyone.
Ultra Instinct, which automatically evaded attacks, failed to dodge Cooler's fist.
Bam!
Goku flew back like a cannonball, rolled across the ground several times, then struggled up into a crouch. Clutching his stomach with both hands, he retched violently.
"You bastard... cough, cough..."
Goku stared at Cooler in disbelief.
He had indeed let his guard down. He hadn't expected Cooler to attack him out of nowhere after smiling so cheerfully just a second earlier.
But even so, he had activated Ultra Instinct-and Perfected Ultra Instinct at that.
There was no way Cooler should have been able to send him flying with a single punch.
How was that possible?
What's more, Cooler hadn't even activated his Golden Frieza form.
He had beaten Goku in his base form alone?
That was just ridiculous.
Cooler glanced at Goku and smiled. "Looks like I've gotten too strong. You've become small fry, Goku."
That overwhelming confidence made him feel as though time had turned back, taking him to his first visit to Earth.
Back then, his Golden Frieza form had let him defeat Goku with a single punch just like this.
Only, back then, the strongest transformation Goku could manage was Super Saiyan 3.
He hadn't reached the divine realm and mastered Perfected Ultra Instinct as he had now.
Yet even now, Cooler could still make Goku retch with one punch.
It was back. It was all back.
But his target wasn't Goku. It was Son Gohan.
That hateful bastard had subjected him, the great Lord Cooler, to endless humiliation.
Today, he would wipe away that shame, no matter what.
He was already imagining the sight of Son Gohan