"Gohan, are you okay?" Son Goku quickly asked, struggling to get up, but was tormented by the pain all over his body and couldn't move.
"This... this little thing..." Raditz clutched his chest, hurting so much he was hissing, his eyes filled with shock and anger.
"Bad guy!" Son Gohan turned his head and gave Raditz a fierce glare, his small face full of stubbornness.
"Gohan, leave here quickly! It's too dangerous here!" Son Goku urgently shouted, his tone filled with anxiety.
"Damn it... my current battle power is only this much now!" Raditz looked at the number on the scouter, exasperated and flustered, "Can it really change this much with emotional fluctuations?"
"Bam!"
Raditz didn't stand on ceremony, the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and he backhanded Son Gohan, sending him flying.
Son Gohan traced an arc through the air, rolled over several times on the ground, directly passed out, his small body lying there motionless.
"That kid... is he Kakarot's son?" Nappa asked strangely, his eyes filled with curiosity.
"Didn't I just say that? Didn't you hear? Also, his tail is the best proof of his identity." Vegeta snorted and said lightly.
However, Vegeta's tone carried a trace of barely noticeable surprise, not expecting a mixed-blood Saiyan to have such great potential.
"The problem is, this kid's battle power has already far exceeded Kakarot's." Nappa was extremely surprised, "Can a hybrid born from a Saiyan and an Earthling possess such powerful battle power? It's simply too unbelievable."
"It's only a little over 1000 battle power, nothing great." Vegeta gave Nappa a sidelong glance, his tone disdainful.
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"What are you doing? Stop! Don't you dare hurt him!" Son Goku gritted his teeth, using all his strength to speak feebly to Raditz, his eyes bloodshot.
"You want to say he's still a child?" Raditz turned his head and glared at Son Goku, his eyes cold, "What a joke, that child has even greater battle power than you two! Before he learns how to use it properly, he must be nipped in the bud! Don't worry, you'll meet again soon, just in the other world!"
As he spoke, Raditz strode towards Son Gohan's direction, each step seeming to tread on everyone's hearts.
Son Goku suddenly erupted with his last bit of strength, suddenly got up, and tightly hugged Raditz from behind, his hands firmly hooking Raditz's arms, not allowing him any movement.
"You... how do you still have this much strength?" Raditz looked stunned, not expecting the severely injured Son Goku to still erupt with such great force.
"Piccolo, quickly use your finishing move from just now." Son Goku shouted loudly to Piccolo, his voice becoming hoarse from the effort.
"I knew you'd do this, I was just preparing it." Piccolo nodded, a flash of resolve in his eyes, and immediately began gathering energy. "But, why aren't you grabbing his tail?"
"Unreliable. The tail can be cut off by oneself." Son Goku said solemnly.
"You even know about that." Raditz was startled, not expecting this fool to be so attentive at times.
Immediately after, Raditz began to struggle violently, his body twisting frantically, trying to break free from Son Goku's restraint, his powerful strength making Son Goku's bones emit creaking sounds.
Son Goku, however, gritted his teeth, firmly holding onto him, using the last bit of strength in his life to prevent him from breaking free, a determined expression appearing on his face.
"Damn it, I lost quite a bit of energy from that kid's hit just now." Raditz said gravely, feeling the weakness coming from his body. "Let go of me quickly, Kakarot. If you hold onto me, you'll be finished too."
"Heh heh, I want to perish together with you." Son Goku grinned, his smile carrying a hint of madness and resolve.
"What did you say? Do you really want to do this?" Raditz was stunned, not expecting Son Goku to be so crazy.
"Yes, this is the only way to defeat you." Son Goku's expression was resolute, his eyes showing not the slightest wavering.
"Son Goku, then I won't stand on ceremony. Annihilating you together is just too perfect for me." Piccolo grinned, the curve of his mouth carrying a bit of ferocity, the energy gathered in his hand already flickering with a dazzling light, almost overflowing.
But your friends will surely revive you with the Dragon Balls, Piccolo added in his heart.
"Aren't you ready yet? My ribs are about to break." Son Goku gritted his teeth and urged loudly, veins bulging on his forehead, clearly enduring great pain. "Quick. Hurry up. It'll be too late if we wait any longer."
"Kakarot. I was wrong, I promise not to come to this planet anymore. Please spare me." Big Raditz panicked, his body struggling desperately, his bones emitting creaking sounds, while constantly begging for mercy, his tone carrying an unprecedented panic.
"Would I fall for your tricks again?" Son Goku grinned, his smile full of certainty, his hands instead tightening even more.
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"This... could it be..." Raditz inside the cube gave a sudden shudder, the corner of his mouth twitching, his eyes filled with fear. "I feel like I'm going to die. This feeling is too real."
"That guy Kakarot, wouldn't he really want to perish together with his brother, would he?" Nappa tsked, the sound of his tongue clicking especially clear inside the cube, his tone carrying a bit of disbelief.
"Hmph, this is probably the only way for them to win." Vegeta smiled faintly, his arms crossed over his chest, but a flicker of barely perceptible fluctuation flashed in his eyes.
"It really seems to be the case, given Raditz's battle power is right there." Nappa nodded, feeling what Vegeta said made sense, and could not help but take a few more looks at the battle outside.
Soya did not speak, just watched all this calmly, as if watching a movie unrelated to himself, no expression on his face.
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"Kept you waiting, are you ready?" Piccolo had already gathered energy into his index and middle fingers, the light at his fingertips so bright it was almost blinding, the expression on his face looking somewhat ferocious, cold sweat pouring from his forehead, obviously maintaining this energy was extremely draining for him.
This was Piccolo's last bit of energy.
"Come on, hurry. Piccolo." Son Goku shouted loudly, tightly closing his eyes, as if making a final farewell, but his hands still firmly trapping Raditz, not loosening in the slightest.
"Demon Light Piercing Murder Cannon."
Piccolo thrust his hand forward, a spiral beam of light surging from his fingertips, the beam rotating, carrying the howling sound of tearing through the air.
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