thefictionvixens Chapter 379 Vegeta Appears
Chapter 379 Vegeta Appears
Just as Sun Wukong was only a few feet from the ground, Android 19 swooped down rapidly, clasped his arms together, and smashed down on Wukong with the force of Mount Tai.
"boom!"
With a deafening roar, a massive crater was blasted into the ground, sending dust billowing into the sky. Krillin's pupils constricted, and a heart-wrenching scream erupted from his throat: "Goku!"
Son Gohan clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, his eyes filled with worry and anxiety: "It seems it really isn't a matter of physical strength; Dad is truly sick."
Krillin's forehead veins bulged with anxiety, and his voice trembled as he asked, "What on earth is going on? Gohan, didn't Goku already take the special medicine?"
"Dad didn't actually get the special medicine."
Son Gohan's voice was low, and his face was full of regret.
“My father has always been in good health and has shown no signs of illness, so he has not taken any medicine.”
Before he finished speaking, Number 19 burst out of the dust like a ghost and kicked Sun Wukong hard.
Wukong grunted and was kicked backward.
Without pausing, Android 19 flashed forward and delivered another fierce flying kick, sending Goku crashing to the ground.
"boom!"
Sun Wukong crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
The golden aura completely dissipated, and the once upright golden hair drooped limply, returning to its original black color.
At this moment, Sun Wukong lay on the ground, his chest heaving violently, his eyes filled with pain and resentment, clearly unable to maintain his Super Saiyan state.
Krillin's pupils contracted sharply, his fingers trembled uncontrollably, and he stared intently at the weakened figure that had appeared after the dust settled. His throat felt like it was being choked by an invisible hand, and after a long pause, he managed to squeeze out a few words: "Goku...he..."
Yamcha felt a chill run through him, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He staggered, grabbing for support against the charred rocks beside him, his voice filled with disbelief: "This can't be true..."
Number 19 charged in like lightning, the sharp metal spikes on his head gleaming coldly, his black combat boots whipping around him with a whistling wind, and slammed heavily onto Sun Wukong's convulsing chest.
"what!"
The muffled sound of bones shattering, mixed with a shrill scream, exploded in the air. Wukong's pale face instantly turned a deep liver color, and blood foam overflowing from his throat trickled down the corner of his mouth.
The cold-faced android, Number 19, looked down at its prey from its high position. With its right hand open and closed, the hole in its palm greedily devoured the surrounding airflow like a black hole.
When Number 19's fingertips gripped Sun Wukong's neck, where veins bulged, a sharp tearing sound of energy suddenly rang out in the air.
Wukong's pupils contracted violently due to the intense pain, and his aura flickered like a candle in the wind.
Sun Wukong's arms were bulging with veins, and his fingernails dug deep into the forearm of number 19, but he couldn't budge it an inch.
"Oh no, he's absorbing Sun Wukong's energy!"
Piccolo's roar shattered the clouds, and the energy beneath his dark green skin surged wildly.
Tien Shinhan, Yamcha, and the others burst forth with dazzling light, their figures streaking across the sky like shooting stars.
However, a flash of silver light appeared, and Number 20 stood tall in the path that everyone had to take, his gaze as cold as ice: "I will not allow you to take another step forward."
"Go away!"
Piccolo launched the first attack, his whip kick, with the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, swept across the area, accompanied by a green shockwave.
Number 20 merely tilted his head slightly, and his dark brown eyes instantly shot out crimson lasers, accurately hitting Piccolo's chest.
Bick's figure fell like a meteorite, stirring up a cloud of dust on the ground.
"Uncle Bick!"
Son Gohan's pupils contracted sharply, and he swooped down towards Piccolo, who was falling rapidly.
Number 20 crossed his arms, his gaze sweeping over the crowd like a cold arrow, his tone full of sarcasm: "Bick's actions just now were hardly courageous; at best, they were overestimating his abilities. You'd better not make any more rash moves."
Klin stared at Number 20's ghostly afterimage, his nails almost digging into his palms: "That speed... how is that possible!"
At this moment, Sun Wukong's struggles became weaker and weaker. His hands, which had been tightly gripping Android 19, fell limply to his sides, and the blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth stained the ground into a hideous blood flower.
At this critical moment, a blue afterimage tore through the air.
Number 19 was kicked away like a rag doll and crashed heavily onto a cliff a hundred meters away.
Vegeta stood beside Goku with his arms crossed, his narrowed eyes gleaming with a dangerous green light as he looked down at Android 19, whose face was filled with astonishment and whose spikes were slightly twisted: "Only I can defeat Kakarot. You trash puppets are not qualified."
The moment Vegeta's afterimage landed, the energy blast Krillin had gathered in his hand vanished with a "pop." His eyes widened, and an incredulous exclamation escaped his throat: "Vegeta?!"
Gohan, who was on the ground checking Piccolo's injuries by placing his palm on Piccolo's chest, suddenly looked up, his pupils contracting sharply, and his voice trembling: "Vegeta?!"
The ground suddenly trembled with a rustling sound, and Piccolo, who had been unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes, his dark green body springing up abruptly.
Piccolo's gaze was fixed on the arrogant figure in the center of the battlefield, his deep voice hoarse with a hint of grime: "Vegeta..."
Gohan stared at Piccolo, who had straightened up again, his eyes full of confusion: "Hey, Uncle Piccolo, you..."
"I originally planned to rescue Sun Wukong while they were off guard."
Piccolo crossed his arms, his bulging muscles rising and falling slightly beneath the bandages, and glanced at Vegeta with hostility.
"Vegeta's appearance disrupted my plans."
Son Gohan opened his mouth, about to speak, but Piccolo raised his hand to interrupt him.
The Namekian warrior tilted his head back, the wrinkles on his neck opening and closing slightly with the movement, his tone filled with absolute confidence: "No matter how strong he is, it won't be so easy for him to defeat me."
Number 20 narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Piccolo's figure on the ground, a bead of cold sweat appearing on his forehead. He hadn't expected Piccolo to be able to maintain a fighting stance after the attack.
Vegeta's eyes were icy as he looked down at the weakened Goku on the ground, a mocking smile playing on his lips. His tone was full of disdain: "I saw it all along, Kakarot. You knew you were unwell, yet you still dared to force yourself into a Super Saiyan. Didn't you know that would cause the virus to spread rapidly throughout your body? What an idiot, Kakarot. You should know that my goal right now is to kill you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Vegeta suddenly kicked out, the powerful force sending Goku flying towards Piccolo.
Piccolo's expression turned serious. He quickly reached out his arm, firmly caught the flying Goku, and carefully placed him on the ground.
Son Gohan was extremely anxious, his eyes filled with worry. He rushed forward, knelt down to check Son Goku's injuries, and said in a tearful voice, "Dad! You have to pull yourself together!"
At the same time, Krillin, Tien Shinhan, and Yamcha, surrounded by flashing light, rapidly descended and landed beside Goku.
Krillin's face was full of anxiety, veins bulging on his forehead, as he shouted, "Goku, how are you?"
"Wukong, cheer up!"
Tien Shinhan frowned, his three eyes wide open, staring intently at Sun Wukong, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists.
Yamcha bit her lip, her eyes filled with resentment and worry.
They all prayed in their hearts that Sun Wukong could get through this difficult time.