Dragon Ball: Being able to revive means you're courting death? How naive!

Chapter 95 Mysterious Fleet

The pink silk nightgown she wore clung to her body as softly as a second skin, perfectly outlining her slender waist and full, pert hips. The neckline was slightly open, revealing a patch of snow-white skin that gleamed softly under the light.

Bulma was idly flipping through a magazine while popping snacks into her mouth. Suddenly, she threw the magazine aside and exclaimed, "Ugh, this is so boring! There's still a whole month to go, I can't take it anymore!"

As she spoke, she slipped on her slippers, got up, and walked out of the room. She saw Krillin and Gohan sitting upright in the spaceship's aisle, facing each other, eyes closed, expressions focused and serious. Gohan's face was flushed, his forehead covered in sweat, his brow furrowing and relaxing intermittently, as if he were experiencing a fierce battle; Krillin, on the other hand, clenched his teeth, the muscles in his face trembling slightly, his hands clenched into fists on his knees, his body occasionally shaking.

Bulma walked over curiously, circled the two of them, and asked with a puzzled look, "Hey, what are you two up to?"

Shang Yun, who was sitting cross-legged and cultivating nearby, opened his eyes and explained, "Shh, those two are cultivating, using their mental energy."

Bulma's eyes widened, and she asked with even greater curiosity, "What kind of mental cultivation method is this? You can cultivate just by sitting here like this?"

Shang Yun said in a serious tone, "They are engaging in a battle of wills, where two people simulate a battle scenario in their own consciousness and fight by means of their will. This is very helpful in improving their strength."

Bulma nodded as if she understood, crossed her arms, and stood quietly to the side watching the two of them without saying a word, afraid of disturbing their cultivation.

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After boarding the spaceship, Vegeta, dragging his battered body, struggled towards Frieza's army base. His body was riddled with internal injuries, blood seeping from the wounds and staining his tattered clothes. Every swing of his arm aggravated the wounds, bringing excruciating pain, but he gritted his teeth, enduring the pain without uttering a single groan.

Finally, Vegeta arrived at Frieza's army base. The soldiers there were surprised to see Vegeta in such a state. Vegeta, forcing himself to stand still, shouted in a hoarse but authoritative voice, "What are you all standing there for? Go get a doctor!"

The soldiers rushed to report, and soon several medical personnel arrived and carried Vegeta to the treatment room. Inside, the doctors, seeing the severity of Vegeta's injuries, gasped in shock.

Vegeta glared at the doctor and yelled, "Hurry up and heal me! Stop dawdling!"

The doctor said cautiously, "Lord Vegeta, your injuries are very serious. You have several broken ribs and your internal organs have been damaged to varying degrees. You will need a long period of treatment and recuperation."

Vegeta interrupted impatiently, "I don't care, use your best equipment and medicine, I need to recover as soon as possible! Those guys on Earth are waiting for me to defeat them, I can't just fall down like this!"

The doctors dared not disobey and immediately began to work. They first used instruments to stabilize Vegeta's fractured bones, then injected him with various cell-repairing and energy-enhancing drugs. Vegeta lay on the treatment table, his eyes revealing determination and resentment, silently vowing, "Once I heal, I will make those guys on Earth pay for everything they've done!"

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In the vast, boundless universe, as deep and unfathomable as an endless black hole, Bulma, Krillin, Gohan, and Shang Yun, aboard a slightly dilapidated spaceship, sped towards Namek. The long journey was like a stagnant pool, surrounded by endless darkness, with only the flickering stars like sparse candlelight in the distance, adding to the deathly silence. Inside the spaceship, the monotonous beeping of the instruments and the slightly heavy breathing of the group intertwined and echoed, filling the small space with a stifling and oppressive atmosphere.

That day, Krillin, utterly bored, pressed his face against the porthole, gazing blankly at the vast universe outside, his thoughts already drifting far away. Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, his eyes widened instantly, almost popping out of their sockets. His finger trembled as he pointed into the distance, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Bulma! Bulma! Come and see, what's that?"

Bulma was sitting in a chair, frowning and deep in thought as she looked at the data on the instrument in her hand. Startled by Krillin's sudden shout, she quickly stood up and squinted hard in the direction he was pointing: "Where? I can't see anything. Are you seeing things?"

At that moment, Son Gohan also walked over. His sharp, hawk-like eyes instantly caught the target, and he pointed, "There it is! Look, it's popped up again!"

The expressions on their faces instantly tightened, like predators caught off guard, their eyes fixed on that direction. Gradually, blurry outlines appeared in the darkness, like mysterious behemoths hidden in the abyss, slowly revealing their ferocious faces. As the distance rapidly closed, an unimaginably massive fleet came into view. The warships were like behemoths forged from steel, their bodies radiating a cold, hard metallic sheen. Each one was like a mobile fortress, exuding a chilling sense of oppression, and was hurtling towards them at full speed.

Even from a distance, the warships activated their attack systems, missiles like angry fire serpents, spewing long trails of flame and hissing as they ripped through the dark universe, hurtling towards their ships. Wherever the missiles passed, space was scorched and distorted, like a crumpled piece of cloth.

"Bulma, launch a counterattack!" Shang Yun shouted anxiously, his voice trembling slightly, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and his hands clenching into fists involuntarily.

Bulma rushed to the pilot's seat, her hands flying across the control panel as she chanted incantations, directing the ship's defense and counterattack through the Namekian translator. A powerful energy wave rapidly gathered at the ship's bow, its light as dazzling as the rising sun, and with a deafening roar, it slammed into the incoming missile.

In an instant, a series of explosions erupted in the universe, radiating light. The shockwaves from the explosions spread outwards like surging waves, causing the entire spaceship to shake violently.