"How about this?"
Seeing the atmosphere within Earth's camp grow increasingly tense, Josen called a halt. "Power level numbers only give you a false impression in the end. Why don't you experience it for yourselves?"
"What?" ×3
All three widened their eyes in surprise. Son Goku was the first to catch on. "Josen, you mean Raditz!"
"Yep."
Josen nodded and looked at the battered, bruised Raditz nearby. "If you want to understand the strength of Saiyans from space, haven't we got one right here?"
Krillin looked at Raditz with distaste. "But look at the state he's in. Can he even fight anymore?"
"That's all right." Josen smiled. "If necessary, I can heal him."
"...Huh?!" Krillin's eyes widened. At that moment, he wanted to slap himself a few times on the spot. "There's really no need for that..."
"No." Goku reached out to stop him, his eyes brimming with an earnest eagerness to fight. "Josen, sorry for the trouble, but please heal him."
Krillin: "..."
What a disaster! Why did I have to open my big mouth?!
Meanwhile, Piccolo's eyes also filled with fighting spirit. He rolled his neck with a crisp crack. "Hmph. If that's the case, things seem to be getting interesting!"
Off to the side, Raditz clutched his chest and discovered in surprise that a mysterious, invisible force had lifted him up and was floating him over to Josen.
Then a faint green glow, seemingly filled with endless vitality, lit up the hand of the man he hated so much, and that hand pressed against his shoulder.
An enormous surge of life force poured into Raditz's body. As time slowly passed, he could clearly feel both the bruises on his skin and his injured internal organs recovering at a rate visible to the naked eye!
Son Goku stared