In the center of the battlefield, the raging air currents finally began to subside.
The dazzling golden flame, like a star that had run out of fuel, flickered a few times on Trunks' small body before finally dissipating completely.
His once-spiky blond hair fell limply, returning to its original purple color.
"Ha ha..."
Trunks' legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the grass, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath.
Seeing this, Krillin breathed a sigh of relief, and the deep red aura on his body, which resembled burning blood, suddenly subsided.
The terrifying side effects of the Kaioken Times Ten swept over us like a tidal wave the moment its power vanished.
"Well!"
Krillin groaned, his muscles convulsing uncontrollably, a tearing pain shooting through every inch of his skin.
He knelt on one knee, his body swaying precariously, his orange martial arts uniform completely soaked with sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.
Trunks!
Are you alright?
Retasu and Son Goten rushed over immediately and helped the exhausted Trunks up, one on each side.
On the other side, Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu quickly stepped forward and helped the exhausted Krillin up.
The battle ended in a draw.
And strictly speaking, Trunks lost if we really have to say who won and who lost.
Because he was the first to lose control of his Super Saiyan form, ending the battle...
Vegeta, watching from the sidelines, looked rather grim as the game ended in a draw.
But he was, after all, Saiyan prince, and his ability to adjust his emotions was astonishing.
He snorted coldly, crossed his arms again, and began to speak as if to himself.
"Hmph... Fine, at least this kid can become Super Saiyan!"
This statement is less of an evaluation and more of a comparison.
After saying that, he turned his head, his gaze precisely fixed on Son Goku, his words filled with undisguised barbs.
"As for Kakarot, your son Goten can't even transform into Super Saiyan. He's still a Low-Class Warrior after all!"
When Son Goku's name was called, a troubled expression appeared on his face, and he subconsciously scratched his head.
He responded quite naturally.
"Is that so? But... Gohan could transform into Super Saiyan a long time ago..."
In one sentence, he completely shut down all of Vegeta's prepared taunts.
Vegeta's expression clearly faltered for a moment.
His face immediately turned red, and he retorted loudly.
"Hmph, how old is that kid before he can transform? Trunks is only five!"
He emphasized the word "five years old" very much, as if it were some kind of extraordinary achievement.
Just then, a calm voice came from behind.
"Hehe, if we're comparing ages, Goten is actually a year younger Bitrunks."
Everyone looked up.
Piccolo, who had been meditating cross-legged in mid-air, had apparently finished his practice sometime earlier.
He landed slowly on the ground, crossed his arms, and calmly uttered this incredibly precise finishing blow.
This strike hit the vital point.
The false sense of superiority that Vegeta had just established based on his age was shattered in that instant.
The smile on his face slowly faded.
He abruptly turned his head and glared at Piccolo.
"You talkative fellow!"
"Let's have a fight!"
Vegeta challenged Piccolo to a fight.
"I almost forgot about you!"
Piccolo simply stood there, not even glancing up at Vegeta.
I have no interest in beating you up.
Piccolo's words were like a silent slap across Vegeta's face.
It made the vein on his forehead throb violently.
An uncontrollable rage ignited within him.
"You bastard..."
Vegeta's teeth clenched so hard they rattled, his aura began to dissipate uncontrollably, and the grass beneath his feet was pressed down inch by inch by an invisible force.
Just as he was about to completely explode.
A figure flashed between the two of them before they could react.
Son Goku placed one hand on Vegeta's shoulder and waved the other casually in Piccolo's direction, a smile on his face.
"Come on, Vegeta, don't be angry."
This sudden interruption caused Vegeta's pent-up anger to catch in his throat, leaving him unable to vent it.
" Kakarot! Get out of my way!"
Vegeta tried to shake off Son Goku's hand, but found that the other's strength was surprisingly great, and he couldn't move him at all.
Son Goku completely ignored Vegeta's anger. He turned his head and looked intently at Piccolo, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.
" Piccolo! Actually! I want to fight you too!"
This loud shout instantly drew everyone's attention.
Son Goku wiped his nose and chuckled, "It's been a long time since we've fought, hasn't it? So long! I'm quite curious to see just how much stronger you've become!"
He clenched his fists, his eyes gleaming with a pure, martial arts-obsessed light.
"Maybe I've already surpassed you... hehe..."
This half-joking, half-provoking remark finally caused a flicker of emotion to appear on Piccolo's previously impassive face.
He abandoned his disdain for Vegeta, and his sharp eyes finally met Son Goku's gaze directly.
"You seem quite confident, Sun!"
Piccolo crossed his arms again, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Let me remind you, while you were diligently cultivating, I wasn't idle at all!"
"Of course I know!"
Son Goku's smile grew even brighter.
"That's why I'm curious! Just how much stronger have you gotten? Perfect timing, Trunks and Krillin just finished their fight, how about we go next?"
Piccolo didn't waste any more words.
He answered with his actions.
With a confident smile, a burst of air suddenly erupted from beneath his feet, and he slowly rose into the sky.
Seeing this, Son Goku also smiled and unleashed his aura. A golden flame flashed by, and he followed closely behind Piccolo, soaring into the sky.
The two faced each other in mid-air, their invisible auras colliding and creating visible ripples.
A clash of the strongest is about to begin.
The ground fell completely silent.
Vegeta stood still, his fists clenched tightly.
hateful!
Those Namekian!
That wretched Kakarot!
He was the one who initiated the challenge!
That bastard, he just overtook me so easily!
What frustrated him even more was that he couldn't lash out yet.
He needed to see for himself just how far these two guys were capable of...
Seeing Son Gohan also looked very interested and went over to join in.
"Wow! A fight's about to break out!"
" Uncle Goku and Uncle Piccolo!"
Retasu, Trunks, and Son Goten shouted excitedly.
"Go, Dad!" Son Goten waved.
Krillin, Tien Shinhan, and the others, who had just finished their battle, disregarded their physical exhaustion and forced themselves to be fully alert.
"I can't believe we're seeing a match like this..."
Krillin tilted his head back, muttering to himself, his face full of anticipation.
A battle of their caliber!
This is many times more exciting than the previous "minor skirmish"!
Amond and Daiz exchanged a glance, seeing expectation in each other's eyes.
They silently stepped back, making room wide enough for the approaching storm.
Throughout the entire King Kai's Planet, including King Kai and Bubbles standing next to the house, everyone's eyes were fixed on the two figures high in the sky.
The tense atmosphere reached its peak at this moment.
Battle is about to break out!