"Huff... huff... huff..."
The one-armed Piccolo gritted his teeth and stood up, gasping for breath heavily.
Ten seconds later, his face contorted.
A new arm, mixed with dark green bodily fluids, sprouted once again from the severed stump.
'Incredible, incredible. If that red-haired edgelord, wouldn't he be crying with envy?'
"Damn it! To think he killed Yamcha-"
Krillin clenched his fists tightly.
Originally, seeing Jin so cleanly chop off the opponent's arm, he thought that even with just their group, they should be enough to deal with that big guy.
He never expected they would still be so easily suppressed.
As the intelligence backbone of the Dragon Ball's protagonist group, Piccolo was also rapidly analyzing the situation in his mind.
He glanced at Jin and Vegeta, who were sitting on a tree-chair and a rock respectively.
Piccolo thought to himself: 'These two, are they really not planning to make a move? That short guy called Vegeta seems even stronger than this big oaf. Damn it, how can this be...?'
'And when he saw his companion's arm get chopped off, he didn't show any intention to intervene at all. Does he have the confidence to take all of us out even without the big guy?'
'That new student of the Turtle Hermit School, does he want to conserve his strength, leaving the big guy to us? If that's the case, then we have to take down this big guy ourselves. At the very least, we need our Saiyan here to face that short guy at full strength."
It has to be said, compared to the group of Saiyans in the protagonist team whose brains are all muscle, Piccolo's mind is indeed the sharpest.
But sometimes, clever people tend to overcomplicate things.
Like right now.
Jin simply wanted to see Gohan's potential.
But Piccolo interpreted so many hidden meanings from it.
The whole team is falling into self-doubts.
"Krillin, you go distract him, then I'll take the chance to grab his tail. That's the Saiyans' weakness."
Piccolo took a deep breath to calm himself down and whispered:
"After that, Gohan, Tien, and Chiaotzu, you three attack together, understand?"
Hearing Piccolo's words, Tien and Chiaotzu also remembered.
Back when they fought Goku, if someone grabbed his tail, he would become paralyzed and lose all his strength.
"Jin, was it? We'll leave it to you to keep an eye on that short guy. It would be very troublesome if he makes a move midway."
Piccolo again glanced sideways out of the corner of his eye at Jin sitting behind them.
"Personally, I don't think that big-forehead guy will move, but... whatever, fine."
Jin felt that the strong sense of pride is probably Vegeta's biggest weakness.
Since he said he wouldn't interfere, he definitely won't budge.
But whatever, explaining is too much trouble.
"Okay, one, two, three..."
Piccolo counted down in a low voice. When he reached 'three', he suddenly shouted:
"Start!"
Krillin charged out at the forefront.
"An idiot? Daring to charge head-on like this."
The one-armed Nappa sneered coldly, preparing to chop off the little bald guy's head with a karate chop.
"Kamehameha!"
Before gathering sufficient power, Krillin placed his hands together in a flower-bud shape and released a Kamehameha wave, whose power might even be less than an S-Rank Ninjutsu.
But the target wasn't Nappa, but the ground.
Using the recoil from the ground, his whole body shot into the sky like a rocket.
This move had been used once by Goku during his fight with Piccolo at the World Martial Arts Tournament six years ago.
A country bumpkin like Nappa, whose brain is also full of muscle, clearly didn't expect the little bald guy to pull this move.
His movements stalled momentarily.
At that moment, Piccolo charged out.
Using the cover of the bright light from the Kamehameha wave, he burst forth at his fastest speed, rushing behind Nappa in an instant.
Under Nappa's astonished gaze, he coldly smiled and grabbed the tail wrapped around the other's waist.
"Gohan! Now!!"
Hearing Piccolo's shout, Gohan, Tien, and Chiaotzu hurriedly prepared to launch their energy waves.
However, in the next moment, the smile transferred to Nappa's face.
Under Piccolo's disbelieving gaze, Nappa's remaining left arm smashed down hard.
It almost made Piccolo vomit his guts out from the pain.
This scene stunned Krillin, who hadn't even fallen from the sky yet, as well as Gohan and the other two who hadn't yet launched their energy waves.
Krillin gaped foolishly, "H-how... how can this be... It doesn't make sense..."
Goku had been paralyzed whenever his tail was grabbed since he was a child. He had seen it many times.
And this point had been confirmed a year ago with Raditz too.
"Hahaha! What a bunch of idiots!"
Vegeta threw his head back and laughed loudly:
"You think everyone is trash like Raditz? You think we wouldn't train to overcome our weakness?"
Jin, sitting on the tree-chair on the other side, scratched the center of his brow and reminded:
"The tail weakness can be compensated for through later training."
A year ago, when Jin first obtained the Saiyan Bloodline, he had encountered the same problem.
What left the deepest impression on him was probably when he was charging across the battlefield on that woman Carina.
At that time, that loose woman was being penetrated so hard she was flailing her limbs about, and in her confusion, she grabbed his tail.
It made Jin unable to hold back, his whole body went weak, and he erupted on the spot.
But then that woman went and told Nami about it.
So every time Nami found an opportunity, she loved grabbing his tail.
Then Hancock, Tsunade, Shirahoshi, and the other women all found out.
It made Jin have to be extra careful every time they exercised, afraid these women would suddenly play dirty and grab his tail, causing him to become a three-second man.
Later, Jin, determined to learn from this painful lesson, trained his tail like crazy.
He finally managed to overcome this weakness after much difficulty.
And then... those women were in for it.
Once Jin could freely control the power of his tail, his favorite thing to do was to use the front tail to attack the front hole, and the rear tail to attack the rear hole.
Double penetration by himself.
Glancing at Gohan's butt, which no longer had a tail, Jin secretly vowed to definitely keep his own tail.
Not because it's the key to transforming into Super Saiyan 4-
But because having a tail really can bring a lot of happiness.
...
"Why didn't you say so earlier!?"
Tien shouted angrily.
"I was just about to say it, but you all ran too fast."
Jin shrugged.
Protagonist Group: "..."
'Well, I guess it's our fault then?'
"Hey hey, don't you die on me. We still have a lot of questions for you about the Dragon Balls."
Nappa kicked Piccolo and sneered.
"Stop it!!"
Gohan, who had been hesitant and didn't dare to act since the fight began, finally showed some spirit after seeing Piccolo injured.
With an angry shout, the energy all over his body erupted, and he shot towards Nappa like a small rocket.
'As expected, Piccolo is the real dad!'
Jin nodded inwardly.
After all, Goku, as the hero who repeatedly saves the Earth and even the universe, is indeed praiseworthy.
But his performance as a husband and family man... leaves much to be desired.
...
Nappa obviously didn't expect such a small kid to have such speed.
In the moment he was stunned, Gohan sent him flying into a distant mountain wall with a flying kick.
The observing Vegeta also raised his eyebrows slightly, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.
Boom!
The next second, the energy erupting from within the mountain wall crushed the entire small hill to dust.
Nappa, with a trickle of blood running down his shiny bald head, was so angry that the veins on his forehead bulged.
"You... you damn brat... How dare you..."
Gritting his teeth, Nappa hooked his left arm back, making a throwing motion.
A spherical energy wave gathered in his palm, shattered the air in front of him, and was hurled forward violently.
"Bastard!"
Piccolo was greatly shocked and charged out, wanting to block this move for Gohan just like in the original work.
But because the pain from the punch Nappa gave him earlier hadn't subsided, Piccolo's speed this time was slower compared to the original.
'No!'
'I won't make it in time!'
Facing the shockwave, whose mere wind pressure could gouge a bottomless ravine in the ground, Gohan's eyes widened like copper bells, completely stunned for a moment.
The blue shockwave in front of him roared closer and closer!
Just then, Gohan felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Dad?"
For a moment, Gohan seemed to see a figure he hadn't seen for a year.
But in a daze, he saw clearly that it was Jin's face.
"Don't be afraid, Gohan. Use your strongest move now to fight back. You will definitely win."
Hearing Jin's words, a tremendous courage welled up inexplicably in Gohan's heart.
Biting his lower lip, he placed his left palm against the back of his right hand, pressing it against the center of his brow.
"Masenko!!!"
A torrent of golden light formed into a shockwave, released at the very last moment when Nappa's blast was less than two meters away.
"Don't be afraid, go for it!"
Jin encouraged again.
But inwardly, he couldn't help but sigh, 'Gohan really is Piccolo's biological son.'
'His ultimate move isn't even the Kamehameha.'
The cyan energy wave, which should have had the upper hand, was actually gradually pushed back by the golden one, showing increasing signs of defeat.
"N-no way! H-how can that... that little brat!?"
As the golden torrent got closer and closer, Nappa's eyes bulged, shouting in disbelief.
"Let me tell you one thing before you die: never beam struggle with a member of the Son Family."
Jin laughed gleefully.
A giant mushroom cloud rose into the air.
It stunned the group of old monsters in the Chat Group of the Dead.
Even Yamamoto, who was once the top combatant of the Gotei 13, widened his narrowed eyes in surprise.
Looking at the still childish-looking, six-year-old Gohan, and then thinking about that young prodigy in the Gotei 13 hailed as a [Once in a Century Genius] and possessing the strongest ice-type Zanpakuto...
He couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed for the latter.
'Damn, the gap is just too far, isn't it?'
Jin felt the old man didn't need to think that way.
After all, while Hitsugaya's battle record is poor, at least he won't turn into [Scholar Gohan] in the later stages.
...
"Is... is that really Gohan?"
It wasn't just the group of dead people in the Chat Group of the Dead.
The members of the protagonist group were also greatly shocked.
The original appearance of this suburban area had completely changed.
As the mushroom cloud gradually dispersed, in the enormous crater, Nappa crawled like a worm towards Vegeta.
"He's still not dead!?"
Piccolo and the others exclaimed in surprise.
"Vegeta... s-save me..."
Nappa stretched out his only remaining left arm towards Vegeta with all his might, pleading pitifully.
"Save you?"
Vegeta showed a mocking expression.
What followed was the expected internal strife scene.
Under Nappa's astonished gaze, Vegeta casually fired an energy wave, blasting him into fragments.
While the protagonist group stood there with their mouths agape in astonishment at Vegeta's actions, Jin couldn't help but sigh with emotion:
"Why do I always run into people who love to fight among themselves?"
After dealing with his subordinate, Vegeta raised his eyes to look over, his face ferocious as he said:
"Alright, the trash is gone. Next, which one of you will it be?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Vegeta locked his gaze firmly on Jin, "Well... it should only be you, right?"
Hearing this, Jin stood up, the tree-chair behind him vanishing with the wind.
"Jin... are you sure you can handle him alone?"
Krillin asked worriedly.
They had managed to take down one Saiyan in a one-for-one exchange, but they were still full of worry about the upcoming fight.
After all, the pressure emanating from that short guy was not on the same level as the previous big oaf's.
"Whether there's a problem or not, we still have to fight. We can't just let this shorty destroy Earth, can we?"
Jin said calmly and confidently.
If he really couldn't win, he could just open a group teleport and escape.
"Shorty?"
Hearing Jin's term for him, a vein throbbed violently on Vegeta's wide forehead.
To be honest, looking at Vegeta's shiny forehead, if he didn't have to kill him, Jin would have considered pairing him up with Sakura. A perfect big-forehead pair.
But after thinking about it, he'd just leave Sakura for Naruto.
After all, Jin would steal his wife, so it's only appropriate to give him another one, right?
"But speaking of which, I rushed over in a hurry this morning and haven't had breakfast yet. How about we go grab a meal first?"
Jin pointed his thumb towards the direction of the nearest city.
Vegeta raised an eyebrow, "You're quite leisurely, aren't you?"
"In my hometown, the dead eat a good meal before they die. It's a custom called the [Last Meal]."
Jin said with a smile:
"It's just unclear whose Last Meal this will be."
"Hahahahaha——!!!"
Vegeta threw his head back and laughed loudly:
"You're much more interesting than Nappa! If you're willing to kneel and beg for mercy now to become my subordinate, I might consider letting you take Nappa's place as my new underling."
Jin grinned back, "You're just a subordinate yourself, yet you love collecting underlings so much."
Hearing this, Vegeta's expression changed dramatically.
'Th-this guy... does he know about Frieza!?'
Jin said nothing more, rising up and flying towards the city nearest to this suburban area using Flight Technique.
Seeing this, Vegeta followed closely behind.
Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, Krillin stood dumbfounded for a long time before mechanically turning his head to ask Piccolo:
"S-should we follow them?"
"To be honest, I don't think it would be of much use if we followed, but does that new disciple of the Turtle School have a screw loose? He actually took that Saiyan to a city?"
Piccolo's expression was strange.
'Shouldn't battles be chosen in areas far from cities?'
"Huh? Wasn't it to eat?"
Krillin asked, puzzled.
"You think he's a simple-minded guy like Son Goku?"
Piccolo shook his head.
He could sense it.
That Jin guy definitely has some purpose.