"Pfft…"
Nappa spat out a huge mouthful of blood, his face turning increasingly pale.
He lay sprawled on the ground, unable even to lift his head.
Through the narrow slits of his swollen eyes, he could only vaguely watch the Earthlings celebrating excitedly.
Son Goku? Kakarot?
Nappa thought despairingly.
Another enemy?
And judging by their reactions, he's their main fighter?
It's over…
I'm completely finished.
"Next, let Goku come deal with you."
Broly spoke casually, as though arranging something trivial.
But the moment Broly finished speaking—
Piccolo stepped forward.
Broly glanced at him and slightly raised an eyebrow.
That look carried curiosity and confusion.
"Broly," Piccolo said calmly and firmly, "I've trained for a very long time."
"Goku still needs at least five more minutes to arrive."
"There's no need for him to handle someone like this."
"Let me try."
He paused.
Then stared directly into Broly's eyes.
Inside them burned a certain desire.
Broly looked at Piccolo for three seconds.
Then nodded.
"If you want to try, then go ahead."
No objections.
No doubts.
Just simple approval.
Broly even stepped backward, giving Piccolo the stage.
Piccolo smiled faintly in thanks.
The smile vanished almost instantly—
But it was definitely there.
Nappa's mouth twitched violently in anger.
This Namekian has no shame!
I'm already heavily injured and half-dead, and NOW you want to fight me?!
Can you be any more shameless?!
Fight me fairly after I recover!
Of course—
Nappa only dared scream those words internally.
He did not dare say them aloud.
"Can you give him a Senzu Bean?"
Piccolo asked calmly.
Broly froze briefly.
Then stared directly at Piccolo.
A trace of surprise flashed through his eyes.
"You sure?"
Broly spoke slowly, ensuring Piccolo understood fully.
"You realize he's critically injured right now."
"If he eats another Senzu Bean, his battle power will increase again."
"No problem."
Piccolo clenched his teeth and took a deep breath.
His eyes were unwavering.
No hesitation.
No fear.
Piccolo wanted a fair fight.
Or rather—
A fight against Nappa at full strength.
He wanted to prove himself.
To prove nearly a year of training had not been wasted.
"Fine."
Broly casually tossed a Senzu Bean toward Piccolo.
Then added thoughtfully:
"Do you want one too?"
"I won't need it."
Piccolo shook his head confidently.
He weighed the bean briefly in his palm—
Then tossed it directly toward Nappa.
Nappa instantly became overjoyed.
He hurriedly caught the bean.
Because of his injuries, his movements were clumsy, and he nearly dropped it.
But in the end—
The small green bean landed safely in his palm.
Nappa stared at it greedily.
Hope burned in his eyes.
Then—
Without hesitation—
He shoved the Senzu Bean into his mouth and swallowed it whole.
The familiar warmth exploded from his stomach once again.
BOOM!!
An enormous surge of energy erupted from Nappa's body.
Golden aura burst around him violently, blasting dust and rubble outward.
His injuries healed visibly at incredible speed.
The swelling on his face vanished.
His split lips recovered instantly.
Even his missing teeth regrew.
Within three seconds—
Nappa stood up completely restored.
No—
Not merely restored.
Vegeta: "..."
Vegeta felt utterly miserable inside.
Watching Nappa's rapidly increasing power…
Watching him recover completely once again…
Intense jealousy gnawed at Vegeta's heart like poison.
Can't you give ME some of those magical beans too?!
I also want to increase my battle power quickly!
Why only feed Nappa?!
Vegeta nearly roared aloud.
But he forcibly restrained himself.
His fists tightened until his nails pierced his palms, blood dripping between his fingers.
How strong is Nappa now?
Earlier he was at 60,000.
What about now?
100,000?
120,000?
Or even higher?
Vegeta had no way to know.
Without sensing ki, he could only guess from instinct.
But from the terrifying pressure radiating from Nappa—
The increase was obviously massive.
"Hm. Around 80,000."
Broly calmly sensed Nappa's energy and immediately estimated the number.
His tone remained indifferent.
This time—
Nappa's luck was not especially good.
His battle power only rose from 60,000 to 80,000.
Nappa's heart sank slightly.
Only 80,000?!
Not even over 100,000?!
So I still can't defeat Broly…
Disappointment flooded him briefly.
But he quickly adjusted his mindset.
80,000 isn't bad.
At least I'm stronger than before.
And if this Namekian wants to challenge me—
Then I'll have some fun with him first.
I refuse to believe I can't beat a Namekian!
But…
Should I kill him?
The thought flashed through Nappa's mind—
Then he immediately rejected it.
No no no!
If I kill this Namekian, Broly definitely won't spare me!
I'll just play around lightly.
That's all.
Hold back.
Show my strength without provoking Broly.
Perfect.
Nappa mentally praised his own brilliance.
"Namekian!"
"Since you want to play, I'll happily play with you!"
Nappa snorted confidently.
He flexed his regenerated limbs, savoring the overwhelming power flowing through his body.
80,000 battle power!
Not enough to defeat Broly—
But absolutely enough for a Namekian!
"Namekian?"
Piccolo froze slightly.
Confusion appeared across his green face.
"What? You didn't know?"
Nappa sneered mockingly.
"You're a Namekian. An alien race from Planet Namek."
Piccolo fell silent.
So that's why I'm different from humans…
Why I can regenerate…
Why I know how to create Dragon Balls…
Why I possess strange magical abilities…
So I'm not from Earth.
I'm a Namekian.
Complex emotions surged inside Piccolo.
Relief—
Finally learning his origins.
Confusion—
What kind of place is Planet Namek?
Why am I on Earth?
Curiosity—
Where are my people?
What are they like?
Yet none of those feelings surpassed his desire to fight.
"Piccolo, so you're an alien!"
"No wonder you're so strong!"
Krillin stared at Piccolo in surprise.
Everything finally made sense.
This guy wasn't even human to begin with!
"Piccolo Uncle…"
Gohan quietly looked at the mentor who trained him.
His eyes held no fear or distance.
Only trust.
Only admiration.
To Gohan—
Whether Piccolo was Earthling or Namekian didn't matter.
What mattered was—
He was Piccolo Uncle.
The person who trained him.
Protected him.
Piccolo felt Gohan's gaze.
Warmth flickered briefly in his heart.
Then he shook away those distracting thoughts.
Now was not the time to think about origins.
Now—
Was battle.
"I heard Namekians possess mysterious abilities."
Nappa smirked contemptuously and beckoned arrogantly.
"Today, let me see just how mysterious your abilities really are!"
Then—
Nappa struck an absurdly arrogant pose.
Arms folded.
Legs spread.
Chin raised proudly.
"Come on."
"I'll stand right here and let you attack."
"I won't even fight back."
"If you can break my defense, I'll admit you're impressive."
This time—
Nappa had learned his lesson.
Wasn't this just a sparring match?
Fine.
Then I simply won't attack back.
That way, even if he gets hurt, Broly can't blame me.
Besides—
With 80,000 battle power, my defense should easily withstand this Namekian's attacks.
Nappa's grin widened further.
That idiot Broly keeps feeding me Senzu Beans!
Once my battle power surpasses yours—
You're finished!
Maybe this time only reached 80,000…
But what about next time?
And the time after that?
As long as I keep eating Senzu Beans and growing stronger—
Eventually I'll surpass you!
"Since that's the case…"
"I won't hold back."
Piccolo's energy exploded instantly.
He made no flashy stance.
No dramatic movement.
He simply stood there quietly.
Yet in that exact moment—
The entire atmosphere of the ruins changed.
The wind stopped.
Not naturally—
But forcibly suppressed.
Dust froze motionless in midair.
Rubble on the ground began trembling violently before slowly floating upward around Piccolo in a massive circular ring.
BOOM!!!
A terrifying aura burst outward from Piccolo.
Boundless energy spread through the battlefield.
This wasn't merely aura—
It felt like the release of life itself.
A faint glow covered Piccolo's green skin.
His eyes shone brilliantly in the dim wasteland.
"T-This…"
"This is Piccolo's real power?!"
Krillin was utterly dumbfounded.
He staggered backward two steps, nearly blown away by the shockwave.
Krillin knew Piccolo was strong.
He knew Piccolo hid his true strength.
But he never imagined—
Piccolo had become THIS strong.
The pressure…
The overwhelming scale of energy…
It completely rivaled Nappa—
No.
Perhaps even surpassed him.
Meanwhile—
Gohan remained calm.
His hair and clothes fluttered violently in the energy storm, yet his face showed no surprise.
Because he already knew how powerful Piccolo was.
In fact—
Gohan felt this still wasn't Piccolo's full strength.
Vegeta could not sense ki.
So he had no way to measure Piccolo's power directly.
But he could see the floating rubble.
He could feel the suffocating pressure in the air.
Vegeta's expression slowly darkened.
This Namekian…
Wasn't simple at all.
Even Broly seemed mildly surprised after sensing Piccolo's power.
"Not bad, Piccolo."
Broly clicked his tongue in admiration.
"Your battle power actually reached 120,000."
His voice was calm—
Yet those words struck like thunder.
120,000!
The number smashed into Nappa's heart like a hammer.
"Of course."
Piccolo smirked faintly.
"After training so long alongside your son Branch…"
"If I couldn't even reach this level, that'd be pathetic."
He never looked toward Broly.
His eyes remained fixed entirely on Nappa.
Battle excitement burned within them.
"W-What?!"
"Battle power… 120,000?!"
Nappa screamed in shock.
His speech nearly stuttered apart.
He stared at Piccolo in complete disbelief.
120,000?!
What kind of cosmic joke is this?!
This Namekian has 120,000 battle power?!
That's 40,000 higher than me!
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Nappa frantically denied reality inside his mind.
I only reached 80,000 after repeated near-death recoveries and multiple Senzu Beans!
How could a Namekian possibly reach 120,000?!
Wait…
Branch?
Broly's son?
He trained together with this Namekian?
Where?
For how long?
Did they discover some special training method capable of massively increasing battle power in a short time?!
Meanwhile—
Vegeta's pupils contracted violently.
His worldview was collapsing piece by piece.
The pride and arrogance in his eyes were shattered completely.
Broly being strong was one thing.
After all—
He was the legendary Super Saiyan.
Even Frieza feared Super Saiyans.
Vegeta understood better than anyone how terrifying Frieza was.
A warrior capable of frightening Frieza could naturally possess absurd power.
But this Namekian?
WHY?!
Why could a Namekian possess 120,000 battle power?!
The number echoed repeatedly inside Vegeta's mind.
120,000.
Every repetition tore apart his pride further.
That's over SIX TIMES stronger than me!
How is that possible?!
And according to Piccolo—
He achieved this through training with Broly's son?
Vegeta's thoughts spun wildly.
Branch…
That little child?
The same kid who nearly beat Raditz to death earlier?
That monster-looking child barely five or six years old?
If even Broly's son could train others…
If even a Namekian could reach 120,000 through training…
Then what secrets did Earth possess?
What kind of training methods existed here?
How could this planet create so many monsters in such a short time?
Vegeta felt dizzy.
Even that bald Earthling—
Though Vegeta couldn't measure his exact power—
He still sliced Nappa in half effortlessly earlier.
Clearly his strength wasn't low either.
And Broly…
Vegeta no longer even dared estimate Broly's power.
BANG!!
Piccolo's attack suddenly interrupted Vegeta's thoughts.
His movement was fast as green lightning.
No energy blasts.
No fancy techniques.
Just pure physical force.
Piccolo leapt upward.
Then drove his knee violently upward.
Clean.
Direct.
Efficient.
"GAAAHHHH!!"
Nappa's jaw instantly dislocated.
He screamed like a slaughtered pig.
The sound was horrifying.
Bones shifted violently.
Muscles tore.
Nerves exploded with agony.
Nappa's massive body flipped backward into the air like a thrown sack.
THUD!!
He crashed face-first onto the ground.
Not his back.
His FACE.
His forehead smashed into broken stone with a heavy crunch.
Dust mixed with blood spraying from his mouth.
"Ugh… urgh…"
Nappa tried speaking.
But with his jaw dislocated, only garbled noises escaped.
Pain crashed through his body like endless tidal waves.
Even breathing hurt.
He struggled desperately to rise—
Only for the movement to worsen the agony in his jaw.
Piccolo landed gracefully back on the ground.
Then silently looked down at Nappa.
No expression existed on his face.
Only cold contempt in his eyes.
"All bark and no bite."
"You're nothing but a paper tiger."
Piccolo's quiet voice echoed clearly throughout the silent ruins.
The sheer disdain in his tone hurt worse than the physical pain.
Paper tiger.
The words stabbed directly into Nappa's heart.
His earlier arrogance.
His smug confidence.
His declaration that he wouldn't even fight back—
Now all of it felt like clownish humiliation.
Nappa was completely stunned.
Lying on the ground, he stared upward through swollen eyes at Piccolo.
The Namekian wasn't even breathing hard.
Not sweating.
As though that devastating strike had merely swatted away a fly.
I…
I was defeated this easily by a Namekian?
This is insane…
Nappa's worldview shattered completely.
Saiyans were supposed to be the ultimate warrior race.
Namekians were never considered top-tier throughout the universe.
Yet now—
A Namekian had defeated him effortlessly with nothing but raw physical strength.
Nappa stared at Piccolo in absolute terror.
At this Namekian capable of killing him instantly.
"Do you still want to continue?"
Piccolo asked calmly.
Nappa struggled upright.
Using both hands, he forcibly shoved his dislocated jaw back into place.
CRACK!!
The awful sound made everyone's teeth ache.
Nappa grimaced in agony, sweat dripping down his face.
But he immediately waved his hands frantically.
"N-No more!"
"I surrender!"
Fight more?!
Fight my ass!!
Nappa screamed internally.
My battle power is only 80,000!
Yours is 120,000!
That's a difference of 40,000!
This isn't a skill issue anymore!
This is an overwhelming difference in existence itself!
Besides—
Even if I COULD beat you—
I wouldn't dare!
Nappa secretly glanced toward Broly nearby.
He had zero doubt—
If he genuinely injured Piccolo, Broly would immediately torture him even worse than before.
Vegeta remained speechless.
Floating silently in the air, he watched Nappa surrender pitifully.
Watched Piccolo stand there effortlessly calm.
Earth truly was filled with hidden monsters.
Vegeta could no longer deny it.
Not only Broly.
Not only Branch.
Now even a Namekian had reached this terrifying level.
120,000.
The number refused to leave Vegeta's mind.
He remembered arriving on Earth with supreme confidence.
Believing 18,000 battle power was enough to dominate the planet.
Now it all felt laughable.
Like a frog trapped in a well trying to understand the sky.
At this moment—
Vegeta suddenly realized something terrifying.
His current strength…
Was probably nothing special on Earth anymore.
18,000?
Here—
That might not even count as above average.
And for the first time—
Vegeta genuinely felt lucky.
Thank goodness I didn't kill anyone after arriving on Earth.
Otherwise…
I'd probably be the one getting tortured too.
At that point—
The person lying on the ground screaming wouldn't just be Nappa.
Vegeta finally understood why Nappa tried framing him earlier.
In front of overwhelming power—
Weaklings would do absolutely anything to survive.
Though Vegeta despised such behavior—
He could not deny that, in the same situation, he might have done the same.
"Piccolo Uncle is amazing!"
Gohan clapped excitedly.
"Gohan."
"Your turn now."
Piccolo gently patted Gohan's shoulder encouragingly.
Gohan: "..."
Gohan's smile froze instantly.
Wait…
Why is it suddenly MY turn?!
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