thefictionvixens Chapter 113 There's No Going Back
Chapter 113 There's No Going Back
Frieza hovered in mid-air, radiating a chilling aura. His cold, vertical pupils swept over Sabo, who was intently watching the combat power detector. Noticing a subtle change in Sabo's expression, he couldn't help but ask, "Sabo, is something the matter?"
Sabo's body stiffened, and he quickly bowed respectfully, replying cautiously, "Lord Frieza, we just received news that three of our warriors have been killed. There were three attackers whose combat power suddenly increased, and after killing their enemies, they vanished without a trace. However, my detectors show that their combined combat power is only 2000."
A hint of contempt flashed in Frieza's narrow eyes as he snorted coldly, "Hmph, a power level of 2000? These ants are nothing to worry about. They must be here on Namek for tourism. Let's leave them be for now. However, their attitude was very unfriendly. They dared to kill my men; they've got some nerve. Next time we meet, I'll wipe them out." With that, he tilted his head back and let out a sharp, piercing, and chilling "hohohoho" laugh. The laughter seemed to pierce through eardrums and echoed in the air for a long time, making even Sabo shiver.
Sabo quickly nodded in agreement: "Yes, King Frieza."
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In the quiet hospital room, Sun Wukong, dressed in a loose hospital gown, sat upright on the edge of the bed, his face focused, his eyes fixed on the water glass on the table. He was meticulously circulating his internal energy, diligently practicing the spiritual secret technique taught by Shang Yun. The wounds he sustained in his fierce battle with Vegeta a few days ago had mostly healed.
The water in the glass, which had been as still and calm as a sleeping mirror, suddenly trembled slightly, like a gentle breeze across a lake. Ripples spread outwards, forming a small vortex at its center, which spun faster and faster, causing the entire body of water to spiral upwards. Wukong's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his almost tangible gaze seemingly able to penetrate the glass and reach the microscopic realm. As his mental energy intensified, the water broke free from the glass's constraints, soaring upwards and freely unfolding and transforming in the air. At times, it coalesced into a majestic golden eagle, wings outstretched, ready to take flight, its neck outstretched in a long cry; at other times, it dispersed like smoke, ethereal and seemingly transforming into endless, surging clouds.
Just at this critical moment, a familiar yet urgent shout came from the doorway: "Wukong, what are you up to!"
A sudden ripple stirred in Wukong's heart, and the water droplets floating above his head instantly lost their anchor, pelting down on him like a sudden downpour. Qiqi rushed into the ward, clutching a plain white towel. She strode to Wukong, frantically wiping him while scolding him with concern, "You're so impatient! Your injury isn't even fully healed yet, what are you doing causing all this trouble!"
As she wiped him down, Chi-Chi seemed to have a chord deep within her heart, and she started rambling on and on: "I wonder how Gohan is doing on Namek. Oh dear, you don't know, his hair has always been soft and fluffy like a ball of cotton. Every time he takes a bath, if he doesn't dry it carefully with a silk towel and then blow-dry it for a while, his hair will be a mess the next day, like a bird's nest, it's unbearable to look at! This child, when you're away from home, you mustn't forget how to take care of yourself..." Her words were full of a mother's deep concern for her son who was away from home.
Without waiting for Goku's reply, Chi-Chi continued her work, her feet already moving, and turned to hurry out of the ward. Goku watched her departing figure, scratched his head, and gave a helpless yet tender smile. He picked up a towel and slowly dried his wet hair. For a moment, the ward returned to its usual quiet, with only the sunlight streaming in from the window, casting long shadows on the floor.
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On the desolate wilderness of Namek, Bulma knelt alone on the cold, hard ground, her hair disheveled and plastered to her cheeks, looking utterly wretched.
Bulma stared at the destroyed spaceship, her eyes filled with anxiety and resentment. Her hand trembled as she reached out, her slender fingers picking up a slightly larger shard of glass. She tried to piece the fragments back together, her forehead beaded with sweat, her jaw clenched, her knuckles white from the effort. However, reality was like an insurmountable wall; the shards shattered instantly with a "crack," breaking into countless smaller fragments that scattered in the wind, extinguishing the last glimmer of hope.
"It's over, there's really no going back!" Bulma's voice suddenly rose, piercing the sky with a mournful cry, her tone choked with sobs. Despair, like a surging black tide, instantly engulfed her without warning. Her shoulders trembled violently, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam, her heart filled with helplessness and confusion. She slumped onto the desolate, unfamiliar alien land, covering her face with her hands, her nails digging into her flesh, sobbing uncontrollably, her entire being shrouded in an impenetrable cloud of despair.
Just then, Shang Yun, Krillin, and Gohan appeared not far away. They quickly packed their makeshift travel bags, tied them tightly to their backs with strips of cloth, and strode towards Bulma. Shang Yun, with his upright posture and stern face, broke the silence first, calmly saying, "Bulma, I think we need to leave quickly."
Gohan followed closely behind. Although he was still young, he had trained with Piccolo for a year, and his eyes revealed a maturity beyond his years. Gohan tilted his head slightly and replied with a serious expression, "Yes, Aunt Bulma, I carefully sensed the ki of those guys just now. It wasn't as peaceful and friendly as King Kai described the Namekians. Instead, it was somewhat similar to Vegeta's ki. I suspect this place is already very dangerous, and we must leave immediately."
Krillin stepped forward, scratched his bald head, and added solemnly, "Well, King Kai mentioned before that the Namekians are kind, gentle, and peace-loving. If we find them, they will probably help us repair our spaceship. Right now, we need to leave here and find a safe place to stay."
Hearing their words, Bulma slowly turned her head, her eyes brimming with tears, and looked at the three of them with a sob in her voice, saying sarcastically, "You three... you're really quite optimistic!" After saying that, she turned back and knelt on the ground again, staring blankly at the pile of completely shattered glass shards, her hands hanging limply at her sides, only soft sobs drifting in the rustling of the branches and the sound of the wind, adding a touch of desolation to this desperate situation.