The gap in their power was so vast that Vegeta's lightning-fast charge looked as slow as a crawling turtle in Son Goku's peripheral vision.
Son Goku sidestepped and stepped back as casually as if he were strolling through a garden, effortlessly dodging dozens of Vegeta's stormlike punches and kicks in succession!
Sweat beaded on the prince's forehead, and an inexplicable weight grew heavier in his heart!
Impossible. Absolutely impossible. This guy was nothing but the weakest kind of Low-Class Warrior...
"That's absolutely impossible!!"
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!!
He kicked Son Goku's steel-solid arm and used the force to spring backward. Still airborne, he frantically gathered energy, then thrust both hands forward in a blur, releasing countless tightly packed energy spheres like tracer rounds from an autocannon!
"Hah! Continuous Ki Blast!!"
"It's here!"
At some point, Josen had produced sunflower seeds, snacks, soda, and a little stool. Under the Z Fighters' dumbfounded gazes, he enjoyed the succession of iconic scenes while providing live energy-blast commentary.
"This is the famous Prince's Battle Tactics! Isn't that right, Raditz?"
Raditz had never heard the term, but he was quick on the uptake!
"Yes, yes, yes! You're absolutely right!"
Josen shot him a look that said he had played the straight man well, and Raditz let out a relieved breath, his legs weak.
His prospects had finally opened up!
On the battlefield, Son Goku showed no intention of dodging the energy blasts filling the sky as they hurtled toward him.
He spread his feet into a horse stance and raised his clenched fists, as steady as a mountain, as though his entire body had been welded to the ground!
The next moment, he opened his arms and inhaled deeply. Facing the densely packed mass of energy blasts thundering toward his face, he boldly opened