Dragon Ball: I'm invincible with twelve talismans at the start!

But this only made Vegeta even angrier.

"You actually... didn't even fight back?!"

Vegeta felt deeply insulted.

"Do you look down on me?! Do you think I'm not worthy of letting you transform?!"

"In that case..."

A glint of madness flashed in Vegeta's eyes as he conjured a massive energy blast in his hand.

"Then die!!"

He actually hurled the energy blast directly at the group below—Gohan, Krillin, and Chi-Chi were among them!

That's right, he wanted to force Wukong to take it seriously.

"Vegeta!! How dare you!!"

At that moment, Wukong's eyes changed.

That was anger that crossed the line.

"stop--!!!!"

boom----!!!!

A golden storm instantly exploded within Wukong's body.

There was no charging up process, nor any roar.

Chapter 84 Everyone Disperses

It only lasted for a moment.

Goku's black hair turned golden, and his emerald green eyes coldly locked onto Vegeta.

His figure vanished into thin air.

next moment.

He appeared beneath the energy blast and waved one hand.

"Snapped!"

The energy blast, powerful enough to destroy a city, was sent flying directly into outer space.

Followed by.

Wukong turned around, without any unnecessary movements, just a simple...

It appeared in front of Vegeta.

The two were face to face, less than ten centimeters apart.

Vegeta froze.

He looked at the warrior before him, whose body was engulfed in golden flames and whose eyes were as cold as a god, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

That was suppression from a higher level of life.

"You want to see Super Saiyan... right?"

Wukong's voice became deep and dignified, completely devoid of his usual playful smile.

"This is a Super Saiyan."

"Vegeta."

Wukong slowly raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist.

"Feel it...this power."

boom!!!

A punch is thrown.

The trajectory is not even visible.

Vegeta felt an indescribable pain in his abdomen, as if his internal organs had been ripped apart in that instant.

"vomit--!!!"

Vegeta's eyes bulged out, and he spat out a mouthful of bitter liquid mixed with stomach acid.

His body was arched in an exaggerated arc, like a boiled shrimp.

The immense impact pierced through his body, creating rings of white sonic boom clouds in the air behind him.

"thump."

Vegeta fell from the sky and knelt on the ground.

He clutched his stomach with both hands, his forehead pressed against the ground, his whole body convulsing violently. He couldn't even scream; he could only let out gasping breaths.

One punch.

Just one punch.

They didn't use their full strength; in fact, you could say they held back.

But this punch completely shattered Vegeta's pride and self-esteem.

"This is... a Super Saiyan..."

Vegeta stared at the sand on the ground, his vision gradually blurring.

The gap... is too big.

It's so big it's despair-inducing.

Wukong dissipated the golden aura around his body and returned to normal.

He looked at Vegeta kneeling on the ground, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes, but more so, helplessness.

"Vegeta, wake up!"

Wukong sighed.

"Our enemy is no longer each other, but that hopeless future."

"If we don't put this effort into our cultivation, we really will die in three years."

After saying that, Wukong turned around and returned to the group.

The audience was silent.

Krillin and Yamcha swallowed hard, looking at Goku, who was usually all smiles but had just been like a god of war, with a sense of awe in their hearts.

"So...so strong..."

Only Sun Wuxiu, watching this scene, was not surprised.

He stepped forward, clapped his hands, and drew everyone's attention back.

"Alright, the farce is over."

Sun Wuxiu's voice was steady and powerful.

"Now that everyone has seen the gap and knows about the future crisis."

"So, starting today, for these three years..."

"It was three years of hellish training."

"I don't want to have to use the Dragon Balls to revive you three years from now."

Sun Wukong glanced at Vegeta, who was still kneeling there, and then at Goku and Piccolo, whose eyes were filled with determination.

"Everyone, in order to survive, in order to change that damned future."

"Give it your all!"

The wind blows across the wilderness.

Despite the numerous crises, at this moment, a fire ignited in everyone's heart.

That was an indomitable spirit against fate, and a yearning to become stronger.

Except... for that prince who's still on the ground questioning his existence.

However, Sun Wuxiu knew that this might not necessarily be a bad thing for him.

On the desolate wilderness, the fierce wind gradually subsided.

With the heated "Saiyan infighting" coming to an end, the Z Fighters finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the threat of future crises still looms large, the clear goals and direction have replaced fear with high morale.

"Alright, everyone go back now."

Sun Wuxiu clapped his hands, looking as relaxed as if he wasn't the one who had just been talking about the end of the world.

"For the next three years, everyone should just train at their own pace. But don't push yourselves too hard; health is the foundation of everything."

"Yes, Senior Brother Wuxiu!"

Klin nodded vigorously, his bald head covered in sweat, but his eyes were unusually firm.

"Although I may not be able to keep up with the Saiyans, I will never hold them back!"

"Me too!"

Tien Shinhan's three eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

"I'm going to develop new moves too."

Piccolo snorted and glanced at Gohan not far away. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes clearly spoke volumes.

"Kid, don't be lazy."

Gohan shrank back slightly, but still smiled in response: "Uncle Piccolo, I'll do my best!"

As for Vegeta...

Once the proud prince regained his senses, he could no longer bear such a "tender" farewell scene.