As soon as the words were spoken, the three of them instantly changed expressions and looked to the left.
They shouted in unison:
"They're here!!"
The moment the two figures, one tall and one short, landed on the ground, the earth beneath couldn't withstand the sudden pressure.
It seemed to let out a painful groan, emitting cracking sounds as the ground split, spreading several fissures.
They're none other than Vegeta and Nappa!
"So it's you? The ones who killed Raditz!"
Nappa said with an arrogant look, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.
Finally locking onto Piccolo, he raised an eyebrow:
"Green skin... Are you a Namekian?"
"Namekian?"
Piccolo's face showed confusion.
He didn't know where he came from.
Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest, putting on a show-off attitude as he sneered:
"Rumors say Namekians not only have decent skills but are also skilled in all sorts of strange magic. That thing called the [Dragon Balls] was made by you... Hmm!?"
The man in the Dragon Ball World who loves to show off the most but gets humbled the most had just finished speaking when his expression suddenly changed.
His gaze shifted from Piccolo to Jin.
"Vegeta, what's wrong?"
Nappa asked, puzzled.
"Idiot! Look at that guy! On his waist..."
Reminded by Vegeta like this, Nappa, Piccolo, and the others all looked at the belt on Jin's waist.
That 'belt' was swaying back and forth, announcing its presence.
Nappa: "A, a tail!?"
Piccolo: "You have one too!?"
Gohan: "So, so amazing..."
Krillin: "This tail, could it be like Goku's..."
Everyone looked stunned.
Only Krillin, who had once been a member of the Chat Group of the Dead, vaguely guessed some possibility.
"What's going on? Vegeta, there should only be the two of us and that Kakarot guy left among the Saiyans now!"
Nappa said with a shocked expression.
Vegeta also tightly furrowed his brows, calming down after a few seconds.
"Hmph! Before Planet Vegeta exploded, someone might have sensed the danger and sent their children away in advance."
Actually, Vegeta also had a younger brother sent to a remote planet.
So it wasn't strange for one or two to have slipped through the net.
"Combat power... 3000? Heh, not bad, after all, he has the same Saiyan Blood as us, but still trash."
Vegeta pressed a button on the combat power detector on his left eye, looking at the number displayed on the lens as he sneered.
"3000? Not bad for a border monkey living on Earth."
The shock on Nappa's face quickly turned back to disdain.
"Let's be honest here..."
Just as the two Saiyans were showing off wildly, Jin finally spoke:
"I was still tangled about whether to kill you two, but now I've made up my mind."
"After all, you should just go die. I hate people who love showing off more than I do."
Over the past year, Jin had traveled to many worlds himself.
But whether it was the Naruto, One Piece, or Bleach World…
none could provide a good growth path for him now.
Finally, Jin thought of Bulma.
That Doraemon of the Dragon Ball World.
He had her create a weakened version of the gravity training room, modeled after the gravity spaceship her father later developed for Goku.
Therefore, Jin was a bit tangled about whether to kill Vegeta.
After all, taking someone's benefits and then killing their husband...
That's... a bit inhumane, right?
But after seeing Vegeta in person now, Jin thought that it's better to kill him.
After all, Bulma has no connection with this jerk now.
It wouldn't be unfair to her.
Just like that show-off Shanks.
Anyone who dares to show off in front of Jin will die.
"Hahaha! Kill us? A wild monkey raised in a rural backwater with only 3000 combat power really dares to say that."
Nappa sneered continuously, walking forward ready to teach Jin a lesson.
"Wait, Nappa, take off the detector."
Vegeta took off the device on his left eye and sneered:
"I almost forgot, these people have the ability to change their combat power at will. Numbers are useless in fighting them."
"Oh right, you're right. I almost forgot. That trash Raditz died because of that."
Nappa nodded and also took off his combat power detector.
Hearing the two describe Raditz as 'trash', the expressions of Piccolo and the other two beside Jin changed drastically.
'Raditz... wasn't he the Saiyan that Piccolo and Goku barely managed to defeat together?'
'And in the eyes of these two, he's just 'trash'?'
"Both coming at me? To be honest, it's a bit of pressure... Nanny, can you and Gohan hold off the bald one?"
Jin said with half-lidded eyes, giving the strategy.
Piccolo: "Who are you calling 'nanny'!?"
"Krillin!"
Just then, a few more figures descended from the sky using Flight Technique.
Tien! Chiaotzu! Yamcha!
"You all came!"
Krillin said in surprise.
This way, there was more hope of holding out until Goku returned!
"This person is..."
Tien and the others looked at Jin in doubt.
"Master Roshi's new disciple."
Krillin explained concisely.
Tien and Chiaotzu nodded upon hearing this.
Meanwhile, Yamcha was full of question marks.
'I was also from the Turtle School… how come I didn't hear about Master Roshi taking another disciple?'
Jin thought, "Wow, so you're also from the Turtle School? I forgot."
There's no helping it… Yamcha really had no presence.
Master Roshi didn't even want to take him originally, and it was only because Bulma pleaded for him that he reluctantly agreed.
Nappa: "Hmph! More trash have arrived."
Vegeta: "No matter how many come, they'll all die."
Vegeta's mouth curved up, "Nappa, how many Saibaman Seeds are left?"
Nappa smiled upon hearing this, taking out a bag from his waist.
Swish-
A streak of light flashed past.
It cut the bag Nappa had just taken out in two.
The several seeds originally inside the bag were instantly crushed to dust by the sword light.
"You bastard..."
Vegeta immediately turned his head to look behind.
He saw Jin slowly sheathing the sword at his waist.
Nappa turned his head to look behind in surprise, saying angrily:
"You, you third-rate Saiyan from the countryside, when did you-"
The main cast members over ten meters away were also stunned.
"Wh-when did he go over there?"
"So, so fast! I completely missed it!"
"Master Roshi really took on an incredible disciple this time!"
"Great! With Jin here, we can definitely hold out until Goku returns!"
Jin, who had sheathed his Ryujin Jakka, remained as calm as ever as he turned back.
"Although I like to play too, don't bring out this low-tier gameplay to show off."
"How do you want to fight? Team battle? Or turn-based one-on-one?"
That instant just now made Vegeta vaguely realize that Jin was probably not as simple as just a 'country bumpkin'.
Upon hearing the other's words, the future Super Vegeta let out another sneer.
"Heh~ You dare to talk big. But you lot aren't qualified for me to personally intervene."
After saying this, Vegeta turned and walked over to sit on a rock.
"Nappa, can you handle it?"
"Hmph! I can take care of them all by myself!"
Nappa stomped his right foot forward, pressing the ground down several centimeters, assuming a fighting stance as he glared fiercely at Jin.
"Brat, it seems you're quite confident in your speed! But that was just me being careless for a moment! Don't think you'll get a second chance!"
Jin looked him up and down, then glanced at Gohan:
"Gohan, want to give it a try?"
"Huh? M-me?"
Son Gohan pointed his right index finger at himself in disbelief.
"Yeah, as long as you unleash your potential, you have a good chance of dealing with this kind of trash. It's a good experience pack for you now. Consider it a gift from your uncle."
Jin said with a smile.
"Brat! Who do you think you're looking down on!?"
Seeing Jin's attitude that clearly didn't take him seriously, veins bulged on Nappa's bald head.
The ground within visible range trembled wildly.
A downward chop fist unleashed terrifying destructive power far exceeding Super-Kage-level as it smashed down.
"Jin! Be careful!"
Krillin, the only one in the main cast who could be considered an old acquaintance of Jin, cried out.
Jin placed his hand on the sword hilt, and then drew the sword abruptly.
The pale silver blade shimmered with a dazzling blue-white light, slashing upward to meet Nappa's descending right hand.
'Let's test our speed!'
'See if you cut off my head first,'
'Or I cut off your arm first!'
In that instant, Krillin and the others felt their hearts stop.
Blood suddenly splattered into the air.
Thud!
The sound of something falling to the ground rang out.
The main cast focused their eyes to look.
A head? Or a hand!?
The fallen object slowly slid to Piccolo's feet.
It was an extremely thick arm!
"Arrggghh-!!!"
Looking further ahead, they saw Nappa clutching his severed arm with his left hand.
After staggering two steps, he fell to the ground, flailing about, as if that could alleviate his pain.
Yamcha: "So, so strong! He, he actually really cut off one of that big guy's arms..."
The excessive shock even made Piccolo unable to resist showing a trace of a smile, "Heh~ Are all Saiyans monsters?"
Krillin: "We, we can win. We might not even need Goku to come… we can win ourselves!"
Krillin was so excited he got goosebumps.
Originally, he thought it would be enough if they could hold out until Goku returned.
But now... Wow!
They might not even need Goku… maybe they can handle it themselves.
…
Jin looked up at Vegeta, who was still sitting leisurely on the rock.
"So heartless? Your companion is like this and you're not helping."
Actually, when Jin drew his sword just now, he had been secretly watching Vegeta's movements.
Otherwise, he could have taken Nappa's head along with it.
"Hmph! This guy just said he could handle it alone. Since he said it, he should deal with it himself."
Vegeta held his head high… though not tall, he had a big temper:
"Even if you cut off his head along with it, I wouldn't intervene."
"Heh~ I've finally found a good point about you. But unfortunately, it's too late. I've decided to kill you after all."
Jin shrugged.
Actually, Vegeta and Jin were quite similar.
Full of bad habits all over.
But there was one thing that really couldn't be criticized.
That was keeping his word.
Vegeta said he'd let Nappa handle it alone, and he really didn't intervene from start to finish.
That was the case in the original work, and it's the same now.
And both of them loved to show off.
It's just that Jin only showed off when he could afford to.
For example, he didn't show off in front of Yhwach.
He ran when it was time to run.
But Vegeta... Well, the number of times this guy got humbled after showing off was enough to rival Sasuke from the Naruto World.
If you can't afford to show off, then don't!
"You dare to talk big, you low-class warrior."
Vegeta sneered continuously.
In his heart, he had already classified Jin as a low-class warrior like Goku.
After all, every Saiyan, right after birth, would undergo a combat power rating.
Only the low-class ones would be sent to foreign planets at a young age.
Like Goku and his own younger brother.
"Alright, as a reward for you not intervening just now, I'll take a break too."
Jin walked back from the still writhing-in-pain Nappa to the main cast side.
He raised a finger slightly, summoning a Vergil-style tree chair.
After sitting down, he patted Gohan's little butt.
"Gohan, go!"
"R-really me?"
Although Gohan had been trained well by Piccolo over the past year, when it came to a life-or-death struggle, he was still a bit apprehensive inside.
"Jin, why didn't you just kill that big guy?"
Krillin said with a regretful look.
He suddenly remembered his good buddy.
'Could it be that all Saiyans like to mess around?'
Jin thought: 'You read people very accurately!'
"If he were in perfect condition, even if Gohan went all out, he couldn't win. But now he's lost an arm… he can definitely win."
Jin propped his cheek with one hand.
"This is a gift from your uncle. Take it."
Under Jin's encouraging look, Son Gohan timidly walked up to Nappa, who was covered in sweat and had stood up again.
"B-bastard! I, I'll kill all of you!"
Vegeta glanced at Nappa, whose severed arm was still dripping blood, and said coldly:
"If you're scared, you can come back, idiot."
Having his arm cut off so easily by a low-class warrior also made Vegeta lose some dignity.
"I said I can take them out alone! I was just too careless before!"
Nappa swung his remaining left arm wildly, spitting out saliva from the excessive force.
In an instant, Nappa shot forward, the anger from his severed arm transforming into power concentrated in his left fist.
It drew closer and closer to five-year-old Gohan's immature face!
However, Gohan was still trembling with fear, unable to avoid it.
"Dammit... Gohan!!"
Seeing this situation, the Son Family's nanny immediately charged forward.
He threw a punch from the right side at Nappa's cheek.
However, it didn't send the other flying.
In his rage, Nappa stabilized himself on one foot.
He backhandedly chopped off the right arm Piccolo had used to punch his left cheek.
'Good grief, everyone's getting the Red Hair treatment today?'
"Piccolo can't handle him alone! Everyone, attack together!"
Krillin followed closely, charging forward.
Tien, Chiaotzu, and Yamcha also didn't hesitate anymore, flying out.
"Get lost!!"
Nappa opened his mouth, large enough to fit two fists, and released an energy cannon.
Tien, seeing this, quickly formed his hands into a triangle, releasing the Kikoho that could stop Semi-Perfect Cell for some time.
Although it reduced part of the power of Nappa's attack, he and Chiaotzu were still sent flying.
Immediately after, Nappa backhanded another palm, releasing another energy cannon.
Krillin and Yamcha were startled and dodged simultaneously.
Boom—!
Yamcha was a bit slower, and was hit directly!
A few seconds later, the smoke gradually cleared.
The Z Fighters looked over, and they saw Yamcha covered in blood, lying on the ground in a slightly crouched position to the side.
"Yamcha!"
Krillin, who was closest, rushed forward in shock, wanting to take out the Senzu Bean he had begged from Korin beforehand.
But it's no use, as Yamcha was already dead!
"D-dammit! Even with one arm missing, he still has such power..."
Tien in the distance barely managed to get up.
"Tien... s-so scary..."
Chiaotzu was also trembling with fear.
Click~
A sudden shutter sound interrupted the main cast's sadness.
Seeing everyone turn to look at him, Jin, holding the camera Den Den Mushi he got from Morgans, felt a little awkward:
"Um~ Sorry, just keeping a souvenir, keeping a souvenir~"
Mainly, this scene was too classic… It can even be called a century-defining image.
Yamcha's pose!
How could he not take a photo to commemorate it?
If he weren't afraid of it being inappropriate, Jin would have even wanted to ask Gohan for help to take a group photo with Yamcha's pose.