The father and son landed, and Vegeta, who had been waiting anxiously, immediately came to greet them.
A surge of golden energy rose from the five individuals, weaving into a vast golden energy net that continuously flowed into Vegeta's body at the center.
Vegeta gritted his teeth, enduring the impact of that immense energy, veins bulging on his forehead.
The next second, a fiery crimson divine flame erupted from his body and soared into the sky!
His black hair turned crimson in the divine flames, and his entire aura vanished from everyone's perception.
Vegeta slowly opened his eyes, looked down at his fists burning with a gentle red light, and felt the unprecedented and unfathomable power within his body.
He clenched his fist, feeling the restrained yet seemingly God Ki that could tear the universe apart.
An overwhelming surge of emotion welled up within me.
However, whether due to a lack of inner integrity or other reasons, Vegeta's Control over this God Ki was far inferior to Son Goku's.
The crimson flames burning on his body flickered violently, extremely unstable, as if they might go out at any moment.
After exchanging blows for less than ten breaths, Vegeta's God Ki rapidly dissipated due to his reckless outburst.
Under Piccolo and Son Gohan's astonished gazes, the crimson divine flames on his body flashed suddenly, and he reverted to his normal Super Saiyan form.
"Hateful!"
Vegeta let out a low growl, and stopped attacking due to the huge difference in power, dispelling his transformation.
Although the first transformation lasted for a very short time, Vegeta, who had personally experienced the realm of gods, was not discouraged at all; instead, his eyes burned with an unprecedented fighting spirit.
He found a clear direction.
Vegeta turned to look at Son Goku, Son Goku was also looking at him with a knowing look in his eyes.
"Hey! Piccolo, and Gohan too!"
Son Goku turned and walked deeper into the Lookout, waving at them without looking back.
"Once we both successfully master this power, let's have a good, satisfying fight!"
Vegeta snorted and followed after him.
The two pushed open the heavy wooden door of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber side by side and walked in without looking back.
Squeak--
The wooden door slowly closed behind them, isolating them from the outside world.
Looking at the tightly closed doors of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, Son Gohan suppressed his aura and decided to wait quietly in the plaza.
Even if they stay inside for a year or two, they'll probably only have to wait half a day outside.
Seeing that there was no more excitement to be had, Retasu, Trunks, and Son Goten were just about to huddle up to Son Gohan and say something.
Piccolo, who had been silent with his arms crossed, suddenly stepped forward.
He didn't seem to intend to just wait patiently.
" Gohan! Before they come out!"
Let's warm up first!
Upon hearing Piccolo's challenge, Son Gohan was taken aback at first, then a bright smile spread across his face.
"Good!"
He smiled and nodded, agreeing.
The two figures simultaneously rose from the ground, instantly ascending into the high sky above the Lookout, creating a wide-open space between them.
His figure swelled in mid-air, transforming into a burly man with bulging muscles and a golden-orange flame burning on his body.
Meanwhile, Son Gohan on the other side maintained his usual black hair and black eyes!
Ultimate Gohan vs. Orange Piccolo!
The two of them suddenly attacked simultaneously!
A series of dull, metallic sounds of flesh colliding rang out, and the clouds beneath their feet were torn apart by the shockwaves, creating a massive hole hundreds of meters in diameter.
Below in the plaza, the three little ones, Retasu, Trunks, and Son Goten, stood motionless, craning their necks!
They could only see two blurry afterimages, one orange and one white, colliding at a frequency beyond comprehension in the sky.
Every exchange of blows was accompanied by a piercing sonic boom, and the intense battle made the three little ones' blood boil, wishing they could join in for a couple of moves themselves.
The hand-to-hand combat in the air escalated once again.
Piccolo suddenly stretched out his hands, like two giant iron pincers, trying to grab Son Gohan's shoulders and use a close-range throw technique.
The moment Son Gohan's clothes were grabbed, he brought his feet together and kicked Piccolo hard in the chest.
Piccolo used the force to lean back and forcibly pull Son Gohan along. At the same time, he opened his mouth wide and sprayed a highly concentrated Explosive Demon Wave at Son Gohan's face!
Faced with the deadly energy wave that came right up to his face, Son Gohan reacted just as quickly!
In the instant his body was pulled forward, his head narrowly turned half an inch, and scorching energy flew past his cheek, singeing a few strands of his black hair.
He gathered his energy into a blade in his right hand and slashed at Piccolo's outstretched wrist.
Piccolo felt a chill on his wrist and was forced to withdraw his hand and change his move.
The two closed in again, launching a new round of rapid attacks.
In a dazzling, high-frequency clash that lasted for hundreds of rounds, the master and apprentice fought to a standstill.
Not far from the battlefield where the two were locked in fierce combat, in an empty space, space itself distorted almost imperceptibly.
The sudden feeling of weightlessness and the dizziness brought on by spatial travel caused Paragus to gag uncontrollably as soon as he appeared, his old face turning deathly pale.
Before he could recover, he was startled by the series of sonic booms that exploded in front of him!
Turles released his grip, allowing Paragus to regain his balance while flailing about in mid-air.
He raised his hand and pointed to the horizon where white gas rings were constantly exploding, then turned his head away.
"Did you see that?"
"This is what training should be like!"
The Paragus father and son remained suspended in mid-air, completely stunned by the continuous bursts of air explosions before them.
With Paragus's meager Power Level, he couldn't even catch a glimpse of a person, let alone see their movements.
In his field of vision, only the empty air in front of him was exploding wildly, producing a deafening roar.
Is this really a battle between people?
The mere aftershocks of the battle, a gust of wind that swept across his face, sent chills down his spine and made his legs go weak.
Paragus fell silent, not daring to even breathe, for fear of being swept into that terrifying battle storm and instantly turned to dust.
Turles ignored the already distraught Paragus and turned to look at Broly beside him, whose face was filled with tension and confusion.
"How about it?"
Turles ' voice was much calmer, with a hint of persuasive guidance.
"Can you see their fight clearly?"
Broly stared intently in the direction Turles pointed.
Broly hung his head in frustration.
"No, no... I can't do it..."
"I can't see anything at all..."
"Really? Don't rush! Relax, and try to feel the vibrations in the air and the energy emanating from them, using your eyes. Slowly feel it!"
Broly nodded, seemingly understanding, and became completely absorbed in the energy-based battlefield.
The figures of Son Gohan and Piccolo were gradually becoming discernible from the two blurry orbs of light.
A moment later, Broly pointed to a vacuum node high in the sky that was constantly exploding, his tone a mixture of surprise and anxiety. "Okay, it seems like there are people there! But I still can't see them clearly! They're moving too fast!"