Vegeta crossed his arms, his chin lifted even higher. Golden aura flickered around his body, and his tail lashed behind him with more vigor.
Cocotte's hand froze in mid-air. She paused for a long while, momentarily speechless, her fingers trembling slightly.
However, Cocotte dared not disobey Rez's orders. With a face full of helplessness, she had no choice but to step forward, crouch down, reach out, and shake Dyspo's body, pushing his shoulder with her fingers.
"Vice-Captain, wake up, Vice-Captain..."
Poor Dyspo was thus forcibly shaken awake by Cocotte. His eyelids fluttered as he slowly opened them, his eyes filled with confusion and pain.
He rubbed his head, gasping in pain. He felt dizzy, as if the whole world were spinning.
Subsequently, Cocotte went to wake up Caselar as well. Her movements were slightly gentler than before, but Caselar still grimaced in pain.
"Let's go!" Rez called out with a smile.
After saying this, Rez stepped forward and took Linoshi's hand, his fingers interlacing with her slender fingertips.
Linoshi's cheeks flushed slightly, and a hint of shyness flashed in her blue eyes as she let him lead her.
The two flew towards the Spaceship at a leisurely pace.
Broly and the others followed behind, clutching that large dragon ball and grinning foolishly.
Vegeta crossed his arms, his chin held high, his tail lashing back and forth behind him.
Cocotte kept her head down, her red hair hanging over her shoulders, her steps heavy.
Dyspo stood up unsteadily, his legs weak as if he were walking on cotton. He didn't even have the strength to fly, and every step pulled at his wounds, making him wince in pain.
Seeing that Cocotte had no intention of healing him at all, Dyspo was instantly infuriated.
"Cocotte, heal me, hurry!" Dyspo gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at Cocotte, his voice hoarse and low, filled with irrepressible anger.
"Um... Vice-Captain, I'm really sorry!" Cocotte looked innocent, her face full of helplessness as she spread her hands in front of her. "Rez won't let me heal you... You'll just have to endure it."
"You... what did you say?" Dyspo's teeth gnashed together.
"He said that only when Vegeta's strength surpasses yours can I heal you."
Cocotte's mouth twitched, and she hurriedly added, her voice growing quieter and quieter. The last few words were almost inaudible, her pink lips trembling, not daring to look into Dyspo's eyes.
Dyspo: "..."
Dyspo's body stiffened abruptly. The blood drained from his purple face, leaving it deathly pale. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
He glanced at Vegeta, his gaze falling on that brat who was crossing his arms with his chin held high. His expression grew even uglier, his purple eyes filled with despair and rage.
The difference between this brat's strength and mine is simply worlds apart.
I can only be healed after he surpasses me?
I'll be hurt to death, won't I?
It would be a miracle if he could surpass me!
His fists clenched, cracking audibly, his Nails digging into his flesh, his lips pressed into a thin line.
"What about me? Can you heal me?" Caselar asked timidly from the side.
"Hmph, suit yourself. You can't even beat me, healing you is useless!" Vegeta glanced sideways at Caselar, his eyes narrowing into slits, a trace of contemptuous amusement at the corner of his mouth, his tail lashing behind him.
Caselar: "..."
Caselar's mouth twitched violently, his face full of heartbreak, his eyes behind his monocle filled with grievance and helplessness.
Can I really not even beat a brat like this?
However, being able to get healed balanced Caselar's feelings somewhat. A look of relief appeared on his face, and he let out a long sigh.
Cocotte stepped forward, healing flames blooming in her hands. Emerald green light surged from her palms, soft and warm, quickly covering Caselar and enveloping him completely. The light flowed like spring water soaking parched Earth.
Caselar's injuries were finally recovered.
He moved his limbs and felt his whole body lighten, feeling indescribably refreshed.
Three minutes later.
Rez and the others all stepped onto the Spaceship.
The interior of the silver-white Spaceship was brightly lit, with various instruments flashing with dim blue light.
Rez stood before the main console, his gaze sweeping over the dense array of buttons and screens. He turned and issued an order to Cocotte: "Let's go, to a planet called Earth."
He casually told Cocotte the coordinates of Earth.
Cocotte nodded, her pink face full of seriousness. She stepped forward and quickly began operating the main console, her fingers tapping rapidly on the screen, inputting coordinates, setting the course, and starting the engines.
"Whoosh!"
The Spaceship took off slowly, its silver-white hull rising from the rock platform. Blue flames erupted from the rear, instantly piercing through Planet Namek's atmosphere and rushing into the vast starry sky.
...
Watching the Spaceship leave, Nail, who was standing by the window of the Grand Elder's room, had a complex expression on his grass-green face. His eyes fixed on the silver-white light disappearing into the horizon, and he let out a long sigh of relief.
"They're finally gone, Grand Elder."
Nail's voice was low. He withdrew his gaze from the window and let it fall on the Grand Elder sitting in the chair, his brows slightly furrowed.
"It's good that they're gone, good that they're gone."
The Grand Elder was immensely relieved. A look of release appeared on his aged face, his bloated body relaxed slightly in the chair, and his cloudy eyes closed slowly.
"The problem is... the one-star dragon ball was taken away by them."
Nail's voice was low.
The Grand Elder also fell into a long contemplation. He opened his eyes slightly, staring at the ceiling, his dark green face devoid of any expression.
After a moment of silence.
"It doesn't matter. If necessary, we can create a new dragon ball."
The Grand Elder mused, a flash of determination in his eyes.
"If a new dragon ball is created, what will happen to the one in their possession?" Nail asked curiously.
"It will turn into stone."
The Grand Elder answered.
"In that case, they should be coming back, right..." Nail's mouth twitched violently, and he said with a wry smile.
The Grand Elder fell silent again, his cloudy eyes closing, and the wrinkles on his dark green face deepening.
Nail was right.
If they really created a new dragon ball and rendered the one in their hands useless.
Given their style of doing things, they might really come back.
Who knows what would happen then...
"If it really comes to that, we'll just have to put the matter of the dragon ball aside for now."
The Grand Elder took a deep breath, his bloated chest expanding, and exhaled slowly. He said with some relief, a hint of fortune appearing on his aged face, "Fortunately, we don't have any wishes we need to fulfill at the moment."
"That's true."
Nail nodded.
He turned and walked back from the window to the Grand Elder's side. Suddenly remembering something, he paused, and asked again, his voice tinged with curiosity: "Grand Elder, that dragon ball hanging around their necks..."
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