Dragon Ball: Being able to revive means you're courting death? How naive!

Chapter 110 Vegeta also arrived.

Bulma's brows furrowed into a deep frown, her eyes filled with suspicion and worry. She pursed her lips, muttering in disbelief, "How is this possible? That guy's injuries were so severe. Even Goku needed four months to recover after his injury. How could he recover so quickly?" A gentle breeze blew by, ruffling her hair, strands dancing wildly around her cheeks, mirroring her chaotic thoughts.

Klin swallowed hard, tilted his head back slightly, and squeezed out his speculation between his teeth: "It must be that this alien technology is too incredible that he recovered so quickly. This is troublesome. What should we do?" His Adam's apple bobbed, revealing his inner tension.

Bulma was so anxious that she spun around on the spot, her cheeks flushed red, her hands flailing wildly in the air, and her voice involuntarily rose a few decibels, almost screaming: "We're definitely not going to get the Dragon Balls this time! He must know about the Dragon Balls now, how can all of us together compete with him? What are we going to do?"

Krillin took a deep breath, stepped forward, and looked at Bulma with a solemn expression, his eyes filled with determination and resolve. He softly advised, "If the Dragon Balls fall into the hands of someone like Vegeta, we're doomed. Bulma, the most important thing right now is for you to contact Earth immediately and go back to Earth alone to tell everyone about this. As for me, Shangyun, Gohan, and I will stay here and continue searching for the Dragon Balls. We absolutely cannot let him find the Dragon Balls and make a wish before then, or Earth will truly be finished."

"But……"

“Don’t worry, Bulma, we have the Dragon Radar, but they don’t, right, Gohan?” Shang Yun agreed.

"Correct!"

Hearing this, Bulma no longer hesitated. She looked at the three of them seriously and said, "I will go back and inform everyone, and then ask Goku to come along. It will only take about two months for us to go back and forth. You have to wait for me!"

Seeing that no one paid her any attention, Bulma said confidently, "Don't worry, two months will pass in the blink of an eye, right? It's only 60 days... 1440 hours... minutes... seconds, ha... ha... it goes by very fast, doesn't it?"

However, as soon as the words were spoken, the surrounding air seemed to be instantly sucked out, plunging into a deathly silence. The gentle breeze seemed to stop abruptly as well, leaving only the slightly heavy breathing of the group.

The group exchanged bewildered glances. Krillin and Shang Yun forced awkward smiles that looked more like tears. Shang Yun scratched the back of his head, his fingers unconsciously twirling in his hair, and stammered, "Yeah...yes, it's only been two months." Krillin turned his head slightly, gazing at the distant, undulating, jagged mountain range. His Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't utter a sound. Gohan nodded in agreement, his eyes darting away.

……

Vegeta's spherical spaceship, like a shooting star, hurtled down from the clouds. At the moment of breaking through, powerful air currents were violently torn apart, emitting a shrill, mournful howl. The spaceship's metallic hull flashed a blinding red light from the high-speed friction, trailing billowing smoke. With a deafening roar, the immense impact sent the spaceship crashing to the ground, causing the earth to tremble violently. Boulder was hurled high into the air before slamming back down, creating a bottomless crater in the swirling dust. Earth and rocks continued to tumble down the crater's edges, like the planet's mournful lament.

After a long while, a dark figure, enveloped in thick smoke and dust, shot out of the deep pit like a ghost—it was Vegeta. He flashed, instantly hovering in the air, his long black hair flying wildly in the wind, his cold, handsome face sharply defined, his eyes flashing with a chilling light, revealing a resolute determination to fight to the death. He tilted his head slightly back, letting the biting wind whip his face, his lips parted slightly, and he muttered to himself, "I absolutely cannot let that Frieza get the Dragon Balls first and fulfill his wish." At this moment, his heart was churning like a stormy sea. Recalling Frieza's arrogant and domineering manner, Vegeta's fists clenched unconsciously, his nails digging deep into his palms, his heart filled with surging hatred: "That despicable guy, relying on the immense power bestowed upon him by his family, runs rampant in the universe, wantonly trampling on the dignity and dreams of others. Although I have lost to him countless times, each humiliation is etched deep into my soul like a brand, spurring me to become stronger."

Vegeta slowly lowered his head, gazing at his hands. Power seemed to surge and gather within his palms. He gently flexed his fingers, feeling the burgeoning power within him. A barely perceptible smugness flashed across his face as he thought, "After my injury last time, I recovered and my strength increased greatly. Hmph, those painful ordeals became nourishment for my growth. But even now, I still have no chance against Frieza head-on." A sense of powerlessness welled up within him, but it vanished in an instant, replaced by a burning fighting spirit. "However, I don't care about those lackeys around Frieza. Dealing with them is a piece of cake. As long as I can gradually weaken his power, I still have a chance. One day, I will make Frieza pay a heavy price for his actions, and let him know that I, Vegeta, am not a weakling to be bullied!"

After saying that, Vegeta reached to his waist and swiftly took out the familiar power level detector. He quickly put it on his left ear, tilted his head slightly, adjusted it, and whispered, "Now I have to rely on this thing again. Let me see where that guy is hiding."

For a moment, the air was eerily silent, broken only by the crisp, rapid beeping of the power level detector. Each beep seemed to strike a nerve, its rhythm fast and tense to the extreme. Vegeta stared intently at the detector, his gaze darting rapidly to the flashing indicator lights, his focused expression seemingly oblivious to everything else in the world. A moment later, the detector beeped again. A glint of light flashed in his eyes, and his previously cold smile turned into a fierce, murderous grin. He shouted, "Here they are! I didn't expect Frieza to bring Zabo and Tartaglia along too!"

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Bulma stood outside the spaceship, her hands gripping the communicator tightly, her fingers turning white from the pressure. Her beautiful face was filled with anxiety and panic. The communicator crackled and hissed, as if it were about to shut down completely at any moment.

"Grandpa Master Roshi! Can you hear me?" Bulma shouted into the communicator, her voice trembling slightly. "We've arrived on Namek, but this is a huge problem! Vegeta arrived here at the same time!" As she spoke, she looked around anxiously, as if Vegeta might jump out of some shadow at any moment.