Bart froze, staring at the massive numbers on his scouter.
These readings were beyond anything he could have imagined.
12,000!
Even during the Vegeta Saga, a battle power this high would be considered exceptional. Even he, a high-ranking warrior from a noble lineage, could not match it.
And yet, a mere Namekian could possess such power?
Was his old scouter malfunctioning again?
He removed it in disbelief and asked Vegeta, "Hey, Vegeta, my scouter might be broken. How much power does this Namekian actually have?"
Vegeta crossed his arms and stared ahead, unflinching. "These people can adjust their power. Don't worry about the numbers. Stay calm. He is no match for you."
"I see!"
Nappa seemed to trust Vegeta's judgment, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Piccolo.
Raditz quietly slinked over and positioned himself near Vegeta and Nappa.
Gohan found his sneaky behavior amusing and asked, "Uncle, are you planning to join them now?"
Vegeta shot Raditz a contemptuous glance. He had never doubted Raditz before; after all, this was the so-called "cowardly Raditz." But the thought that this fool had actually used the Dragon Balls to revive himself made Vegeta uneasy. That wish had been his property since a year ago, yet this trash had used it prematurely.
Raditz, unaware of Vegeta's irritation, immediately responded to Gohan. "Gohan, since you are my nephew, I'll warn you: Vegeta is the prince of all Saiyans and the strongest prodigy in Saiyan history. You have no chance of defeating him. If you are smart, surrender now and hand over the Dragon Balls."
He had accurately guessed what Vegeta desired, leaving the Saiyan prince momentarily speechless.
Piccolo adopted a fighting stance, craning his neck to look at Raditz. "I knew you'd say that, but even if you join them, what difference does it make? Come on, all of you! Show me the true strength of the Saiyans!"
Gohan observed his uncle with mild amusement. Saiyans were known to grow arrogant when things went their way, and Piccolo was no exception. Despite his enormous progress, he was still slightly weaker than Vegeta. Even if Piccolo unleashed a Special Beam Cannon, the odds of defeating Vegeta were slim.
But with Gohan present, none of that mattered. According to the system scan, his battle power was 37,000, and with Kaioken and his Great Ape-infused transformation, he could easily match the current Vegeta. The only concern remaining was Frieza.
Frieza might not come to Earth immediately, but his hatred of Saiyans ran deep. He surely knew about Saiyans on Earth, and if he learned of Vegeta's defeat, he would come to finish them off. They needed to prepare.
Meanwhile, Nappa grew increasingly impatient. He was furious at Piccolo's earlier words.
"Hmph. Someone like you doesn't need Vegeta's help!"
He assumed his battle stance, ready to teach the Namekian a lesson, but his scouter suddenly beeped an alert. Another high-powered opponent was approaching.
A white light shot from the horizon, revealing a short, bald figure in an orange gi descending from the sky.
It was Krillin, rushing from the wilderness. As soon as he landed, he noticed everyone facing off in the city center. He instinctively dropped next to Gohan. "How's the situation now?"
"We're about to start, Uncle Krillin." Gohan studied him carefully. Though they had met many times, Krillin was his father's closest friend, so he paid particular attention.
"I should notify the others."
Krillin immediately pulled out his phone, took a photo, and posted it to the group chat, tagging everyone. Gohan watched him work with ease, a faint sense of absurdity rising in his mind. If things continued like this, would there really be a Dragon Ball group chat and "Friend Circles" in the future, like on WeChat or Facebook? He chuckled at the thought, remembering a video by "Lord Cell" from his previous life.
"It seems they have more allies now!"
Vegeta seemed to realize something and immediately ordered, "Nappa, Raditz, attack! Don't wait for them to gather!"
Though confident, the thought of having to step in personally annoyed him.
Nappa's restrained rage finally erupted, and he charged at Piccolo. Raditz hesitated, remembering how many times he had been beaten. He knew he was far weaker than Piccolo. Even joining forces with Nappa, they had no chance. Only Vegeta could defeat him.
As expected, the next moment a flash of light streaked through the air. A white cloak appeared, striking Nappa on the bald head.
The massive warrior was sent flying, falling faster than when he had arrived.
Seeing Nappa unable to withstand even a single hit, Vegeta's eyes flickered with realization. His scouter had not malfunctioned. The Namekian truly had a battle power of 12,000.
To defeat this opponent, Vegeta would have to act personally.
"Useless trash!"
He advanced slowly and kicked Nappa's retreating body, perfectly dissipating the momentum. The muscular bald man flipped twice in the air before regaining his stance.
"This one's mine. The rest are yours!"
Vegeta planted his feet mid-air and sneered at Piccolo. "Come on, Namekian. I'll show you the true power of the Saiyan warrior race!"