Baby raised his hand. There was a black and red ball in his palm. The ball was spinning and getting bigger and bigger. Goku fell to the ground. Super Saiyan 4 couldn't hold on anymore. His body was covered with injuries and blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth. Pan called him from a distance, until his voice became hoarse.
"It's over, Kakarot." Baby pressed the ball down.
At this moment, there was another person in the air. There was no explosion or footsteps, he was just standing between Goku and Baby, as if he had always been there.
Wumu. He was wearing that black and white robe, with silver hair. He stood there without putting on any airs, not even looking at Baby. He lowered his head and glanced at Goku: "Are you still alive?"
Goku was stunned for a moment and recognized it - the person from five years ago. "... still alive." He coughed and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"That's fine."
Wumu turned around and then looked up at Baby. Baby frowned. He couldn't feel Wumu's anger - not at all. He hadn't had this feeling for a long time. The last time was when Sacred World of the Kai met Xin, but this person was stronger than Xin, much stronger.
"Who are you?" Baby's voice changed, becoming alert.
Wumu didn't answer, and took a step forward. Just one step. Baby instinctively took half a step back, and he didn't even realize that he had taken a step back.
"Are you scared?" Wumu said.
"I don't." Baby's voice became hard, "I am Vegeta, I am Baby, I am not afraid of anyone."
"You're scared." Wumu said, "You don't know."
Baby's face turned red. He had never been told that in his life - he was the strongest on the planet after possessing Vegeta. He didn't expect such a person to show up halfway.
"Come out of his body." Wumu said.
"What did you say?"
"I said," Wumu's voice did not change, "Come out of Vegeta's body."
Baby smiled, but his smile was a little stiff, "Do you know who you are talking to? I am Vegeta now. I have the body of Vegeta. If you hit me, you are hitting him."
Wumu nodded. "I know."
He raised his hand, without making a fist, but with his palm forward. The palm wind did not touch Baby, but Baby felt something drilled into his chest - it was not Qi or energy, it was like a needle, drilling along his meridians. Baby's face changed. He wanted to scream, but couldn't. He felt that his body was being stretched from the inside out by something.
He had possessed Vegeta for so long, and this was the first time he felt this kind of fear. He had possessed Gohan, he had possessed Trunks, he had possessed people on the entire earth, and no one could force him out of his body. But this person, whom he had never seen before, forced him out with just one palm.
"Uh-huh-"
A black, bug-like, mucus-like thing was squeezed out of Vegeta's chest. It twisted twice in mid-air, fell to the ground, and revealed its original shape - a small, green-skinned alien..Vegeta fell straight down and regained consciousness, but he was completely exhausted and half-knelt on the ground breathing heavily. He looked up at Wumu, opened his mouth, but said nothing.
The little prototype of Baby was rolling on the ground. He wanted to run and get close to the people next to him, but he couldn't move - the air around him was locked by Wumu, like being trapped in a glass cover, and he couldn't get out no matter how hard he tried.
"You... what are you..." Baby's voice became shrill.
Wumu looked down at him. "I'm not a thing, I'm a martial arts practitioner."
He turned to see Goku. Goku had been helped up by Pan: "Solar Flare."
Goku was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, raised his hand and poked his eyes with two fingers. "Solar Flare!"
The light exploded. Baby was so illuminated that he couldn't open his eyes and twisted on the ground. Wumu didn't wait for him to recover, took a step forward, squatted down, and pointed a finger at Baby's forehead. Just a moment. Baby's body froze, his eyes were still open, but the light inside went out. His mouth was open, like a fish thrown ashore. What he wanted to say could no longer be said.
Wumu stood up and shook his fingers.
He turned around. Goku shouted from behind, "Wumu! Wait a minute! You--"
Wumu waved his hand without looking back. "I'll treat you to dinner next time." Then he left, Instant Transmission to Sacred World of the Kai.
Vegeta half-knelt on the ground, looking at Wumu's back. He opened his mouth to say something, but didn't say anything, just snorted. (What on earth is this man... who is he?) He has been fighting all his life and knows what it means to be strong, but He couldn't understand how strong Wumu was - when he hit Baby, he couldn't move, and Wumu pulled Baby out of his body with one hand. This is not a level thing.
He looked down at his hands, which were still shaking. It wasn't because he was afraid, it was because he had been possessed by Baby for so long, and his body was only now reacting.
"Vegeta!" Goku got up from the ground and walked over, "Are you okay?"
"Don't touch me." Vegeta shook off Goku's hand, stood up and patted the dirt on his body, "Who... is that guy?"
"Wumu." Goku said, "I knew him before."
"Have we known each other before?" Vegeta frowned, "Why didn't I know there was such a person?"
"There are so many things you don't know." Goku scratched his head.
Vegeta didn't ask any more questions. He looked at the direction in which Wumu disappeared and slowly clenched his fists. (One day, I will catch up with him.)
Pan ran over, looked at Vegeta and then at Goku: "Grandpa, who is that uncle?"
"A very powerful person." Goku said.
"Is he more powerful than grandpa?"
Goku thought for a while and nodded, "Yeah, better than grandpa." Pan opened her mouth. She had never heard grandpa say such a thing.
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Sacred World of the Kai. Old Kai was still holding his little book. He raised his eyes and looked at Wumu who was coming back. "Why don't you just crush him to death? What else should you let that little monkey put Solar Flare."
Wumu sat down and poured himself a cup of tea. "He has to walk his own way. I am only responsible for catching the thread that is about to break."
"Hmph." Old Kai turned over a page of the book, "You martial arts practitioners have a lot to do."
Wumu didn't answer and took a sip of tea. The tea was still bitter. He sat for a while and looked at the sky in the distance.