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Chapter 113 - Chapter 113: Tragedita 2.0

Violent winds howled above the Lookout.

Purple light bathed Vegeta's twisted face, making him look like a demon dragged straight out of hell.

The energy sphere in his palms swelled larger and larger, its destructive power so immense that the very air around it trembled under the strain.

"Die! You and this miserable planet can all turn to cosmic dust!"

Vegeta roared hysterically.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind: erase everything before him. Erase every source of humiliation.

"Whoa, isn't that a little overboard?"

Trillin frowned as he stared at the terrifying energy gathering in Vegeta's hands.

"If he blows this place up, Dad's definitely going to confiscate all my snacks when he gets back."

"Then let's calm him down."

Gohan let out a sigh and dropped into a fighting stance, his eyes sharpening instantly.

"Trillin, quit messing around. Let's finish this fast."

"Sounds good. I'm hungry anyway. Let's wrap this up and go eat."

Trillin pulled his hands out of his pockets and rolled his wrists.

The two boys, both under ten years old, stood facing the berserk Saiyan Prince and his world-shattering attack.

Not a trace of fear crossed their faces.

If anything, they looked as casual as two kids deciding whose turn it was to take out the trash.

That attitude only poured fuel onto Vegeta's rage.

"You little brats! Who do you think you're looking down on?! Galick Gun... FIRE!"

Boom!

A colossal pillar of purple energy erupted forward, carrying enough force to annihilate everything in its path.

The instant it surged across the plaza, the floor tiles vaporized and the air itself crackled into vacuum silence.

Facing the incoming beam of destruction, Trillin and Gohan exchanged a glance.

No dramatic power-up.

No shouting attack names at the top of their lungs.

Trillin simply stepped forward and clenched his right fist.

It was the move he had learned from Krillin: the Serious Punch.

Beside him, Gohan pressed his palms together as golden ki condensed instantly between them, the signature Namekian technique Piccolo had taught him.

"Hah!"

They attacked simultaneously.

Trillin's punch unleashed an invisible shockwave, pure overwhelming physical force that slammed directly into the Galick Gun.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

Instead, something bizarre happened.

The city-destroying purple beam crumbled on contact.

Like smoke scattered by a hurricane, it shattered apart instantly, dissolving into flickering violet sparks without even managing a ripple.

"W... what?!"

Vegeta remained frozen in his firing stance, his eyes bulging so hard they looked ready to pop out.

He had dispersed it with his bare hands?

Before Vegeta could even process what had happened, Gohan appeared above him like a phantom.

"Masenko!"

The golden blast detonated point-blank against Vegeta's back.

Boom!

"AAAAAGH!"

Vegeta screamed as his body shot downward like a meteor ripped from the sky.

He slammed into the Lookout's plaza hard enough to leave a crater several meters deep, stone exploding outward as dust filled the air.

"That's it?"

Trillin landed at the crater's edge and peered down, looking disappointed.

"That was way too easy. This is the Saiyan Prince?"

"Don't let your guard down," Gohan warned. "Saiyans are ridiculously tough."

Right on cue, a feral growl rose from the pit below.

"Bastards... BASTAAAARDS!"

Vegeta rocketed out of the crater, drenched in blood.

His armor was shredded. Bruises covered his exposed skin. His hair was wild, his face smeared with blood and dirt.

He looked utterly miserable.

But the madness in his eyes burned hotter than ever, fueled now by desperation.

"How could I lose to two children?!"

With a crazed roar, Vegeta lunged at Trillin.

His fists and kicks came in a relentless barrage, each strike thrown with murderous desperation.

But to Trillin, they looked painfully slow.

Like watching a slideshow.

[System Combat Analysis: Active]

Target: Vegeta

Current Power Level: 480,000 (Rage Boost Active)

Target: Trillin (Krillin's son)

Current Power Level: 450,000 (Base Form, Full Potential Unlocked)

Target: Son Gohan

Current Power Level: 480,000 (Base Form, Full Potential Unlocked)

One-on-one, Vegeta might still have had a chance.

Two-on-one?

This was just outright bullying.

Smack!

Trillin raised his hand and slapped Vegeta across the face.

"That one's for insulting me earlier."

Smack!

A backhand followed immediately.

"And that one's for trying to blow up the Lookout."

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Trillin's hands became a blur as sharp slaps echoed across the plaza in perfect rhythm.

Vegeta spun in place like a top, his cheeks swelling rapidly until his face resembled an overripe melon.

Every one of his attacks missed.

Every one of Trillin's slaps landed dead center.

"AAARGH! I'LL KILL YOU!"

Vegeta coughed up blood and tried to drive his knee upward.

Before he could connect, Gohan stepped in and kicked the back of his leg.

Crack.

The sickening sound echoed across the plaza.

"AAAH!"

Vegeta cried out as both legs gave way.

Thud.

The proud Saiyan Prince dropped to his knees before two children.

His hands pressed against the white tiles as blood dripped from his fingers, staining the floor crimson.

"That's enough, Uncle Vegeta."

Gohan looked down at him, his gaze calm but firm.

"You're no match for us now. Just give up."

Those words hurt far more than the beating.

Once, he had stood above Earth as a conqueror, viewing its people as insignificant insects.

Now those same people, even their children, had risen to his level.

The crushing weight of that realization shattered something deep inside him.

His pride.

His identity.

Everything he had clung to.

"Why... why..."

Vegeta trembled violently as tears mixed with blood and streamed down his swollen face.

"I worked harder than anyone... I survived death over and over..."

"I'm supposed to be a genius warrior... so why can't I even beat two kids...?"

For the first time, Vegeta was no longer the arrogant prince.

He was just a broken man crushed by reality.

"Alright, that's enough."

Bulma stepped forward, looking down at his battered form.

As much as she found him insufferable, even she had to admit he looked pitiful now.

"If this goes any further, he might actually die. He's still Goku's people, so leave him breathing."

"Got it, Mom."

Trillin nodded obediently.

He stood up and gave Vegeta one last glance.

"Hey, mister. If you really want to get stronger, ask my dad when he gets back."

"He's crazy strong. If he's in a good mood, maybe he'll teach you something."

Then Trillin raised his hand and delivered a light chop to the back of Vegeta's neck.

Thunk.

Vegeta's eyes rolled back as he collapsed unconscious.

His body hit the floor like a sack of wet cement.

At last, silence returned.

"Whew. Job done."

Trillin dusted off his hands and high-fived Gohan.

"These two kids... they're monsters."

Kami wiped cold sweat from his brow as he stared at the unconscious Vegeta, his emotions complicated.

The Saiyan invader who had once filled him with despair had just been used as a punching bag by two boys under ten.

The world was changing too fast for an old guardian like him to keep up.

"Alright, everyone!"

Bulma clapped her hands, projecting the commanding presence of Capsule Corporation's heiress.

"Now that we're safely back on Earth, let's get everyone settled. Mr. Popo, could you help look after our Namekian friends?"

"Of course, Miss Bulma."

Mr. Popo nodded earnestly.

Meanwhile, though Vegeta lay unconscious, two humiliated tears still clung stubbornly to the corners of his eyes.

Far away on Namek, Krillin glanced at the system notification that had appeared before him and smiled knowingly.

[System Notification: Trillin and Gohan have defeated key character Vegeta.]

[Evaluation: Vegeta's worldview has been successfully reconstructed.]

[Reward: Family Authority +10]

[Child Education Fund (EXP): +500,000]

"Looks like things are getting lively on Earth too."

Krillin refocused his attention on the shattered battlefield ahead.

There, Frieza stood panting heavily, glaring at Piccolo's violently surging aura.

"The real main event is only just beginning."

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