The city below quaked in chaos.
The series of events unfolding in front of them left everyone in shock. Ordinary citizens could never have imagined witnessing such scenes.
First, an unidentified flying object landed in the city, from which emerged two seemingly alien figures. Then, a person capable of firing energy blasts from his hands appeared and immediately blasted one of the aliens out of the city.
Suddenly, a large group of people flew in from the sky.
What was happening? Could humans really fly? Or were these some legendary hidden masters?
Many couldn't fully comprehend the situation yet, but the people below were already buzzing with discussion. Some captured footage of the chaos, quickly reporting it to the king.
Some, however, recognized the technique. Five years ago, they had watched a martial arts competition and realized this was the Tien-style combat method. Some even thought a few of the newcomers resembled contestants from that event, especially the green-skinned man. Memories of someone similar destroying Papaya Island in the southern country flashed through their minds.
Instinctively, many tried to flee, terrified from having experienced that previous explosion firsthand. But before they could escape, the city was ravaged by the returning aliens.
Countless buildings crumbled, the ground trembled with thunderous roars, and terrifying shockwaves threatened to obliterate everything in their path.
At that moment, everyone realized this was a true crisis.
What was about to happen could rival the devastation caused by the great Demon King Piccolo! And it seemed this green-skinned man was the source of it all.
Amid the chaos, journalists climbed into helicopters. They knew it was dangerous, but they were eager for firsthand coverage. Everyone could sense that something extraordinary was unfolding. Perhaps the very perception of humanity was about to change, and Earth would never be the same again.
Inside the helicopter:
"Quick, get closer! We need to capture this. This is huge news!"
"But isn't this extremely dangerous?"
"Danger? We're not here to play it safe. Revealing their secrets means a massive victory for us!"
"Exactly…"
They discussed strategies to approach the gathering safely.
As they neared, several more figures arrived, strange in appearance.
The one in the orange outfit looked relatively normal, but the other two were odd. One bald figure had three eyes, and a short, pale individual looked like a zombie straight out of a movie.
"Three more? Why are there so many weird people on Earth?"
"These outfits look familiar. Haven't I seen them somewhere before?"
"Judging by the style, they're uniforms from that martial arts school. Maybe some former tournament stars, like Hercules or someone similar."
"Focus! Keep filming!"
As humans reacted and prepared for action, Tien and Yamcha joined the fray. By sheer numbers, it seemed Gohan's side had the upper hand.
Though Vegeta readied himself, Gohan remained calm. Instead, he greeted Tien and the others, and because they recognized him as Goku's son, the atmosphere remained relatively relaxed.
"Hmph, looks like more people have arrived," Vegeta remarked with a teasing smirk. "You think more numbers will give you the advantage?"
"Hey, Nappa, show them what you've got!"
"That'll turn this into a free-for-all!"
"Even better. This is our chance to show life on this planet a little… spectacle!"
Although Nappa was still angry, he dared not disobey Vegeta's command. He landed on the ground.
"Huh!?"
Piccolo and the others didn't immediately understand his intent.
Gohan noticed Nappa digging six holes into the ground. Instinctively, he glanced at Yamcha. From those holes, something would emerge that would give Yamcha a warm embrace and create a scene worthy of a masterpiece.
Crack! Crack!
The soil split open, and green-skinned, plant-like beings sprouted.
"Hehehe!"
A sinister laughter echoed from below.
The six cultivators lifted their heads toward the sky simultaneously, their eerie laughter sending chills down Tien and the others' spines.
Fortunately, many of the civilians had already fled. Otherwise, witnessing this would have been unbearable.
"This is terrifying! What are those things?"
"Is this really how Saiyans fight? Just watching them is unnerving. Gyoza, stay close to me during the battle."
"Tien…"
Tien and the others braced for combat.
Piccolo glanced at the cultivators and muttered, "Growing these things, Saiyans really have strange tastes."
"You're strong, Namekian, but how dare you talk to me like that!"
Vegeta turned to Piccolo, his eyes flashing with annoyance.
"You'll soon find out if that was really daring!"
Piccolo remained calm, diving toward Vegeta. The sheer pressure created waves in the air.
Vegeta's eyes flared with anger as his own aura exploded around him. The two clashed violently.
Boom!
The impact sent terrifying shockwaves outward, forcing even trained fighters like Krillin to retreat.
Only Gohan stayed rooted in place, observing the battle, deciding not to intervene directly.
"Such a fearsome aura! What kind of training has Piccolo undergone?"
To avoid the pressure waves, Krillin and the others landed in the city, watching the air currents scatter across the sky in awe.
"Hmph. That Namekian will never surpass Prince Vegeta!"
Nappa stood among the six cultivators, his gaze fierce. "Then it's up to me to deal with these people. I've held back too much anger on this planet!"
"Cultivators, rampage! Turn this city to rubble!"
Following Nappa's order, the six cultivators charged into the city. Their sole goal was destruction.
Nappa had faced repeated defeats before, but under Vegeta's orders, he couldn't attack the Namekian, leaving his anger bottled up. Naturally, he sought to unleash it on those remaining. And so, he targeted the bald, noseless man.