Chapter 430: The Proud Saiyan Prince
As more and more familiar faces appeared, Uchiha Dali could now clearly confirm where he had arrived.
This was the world of Dragon Ball.
At that moment, before him stood Piccolo and Vegeta, along with several others who had just shown up—Tenshinhan, Yamcha, and Chiaotzu.
A little while later, even Son Goku arrived.
Earth's greatest hero.
Of course, this wasn't the same universe Uchiha Dali came from—nor was it the Earth he once knew.
This was a parallel Earth.
"Who are you?"
Vegeta stood not far away, arms crossed, glaring coldly at Uchiha Dali as he questioned him.
"Just passing by," Dali replied calmly.
"Passing by? Hmph! You look more like someone up to no good!"
"Hey… Vegeta, he doesn't seem like a bad guy. Let's at least figure out what's going on before picking a fight. You're being way too aggressive."
From Yamcha's tone, it was clear he knew exactly what kind of person this Saiyan prince was—someone who always wanted to fight.
Then he turned toward Goku. "Goku, come on, try to calm Vegeta down."
But Goku seemed even more excited than Vegeta.
He fixed his gaze on Uchiha Dali. "I can feel an incredible aura from you—something far stronger than anything I've ever sensed before."
"No matter what your purpose is, how about a spar with me?"
It had been too long since his last real fight. Ever since Chi-Chi had forced him to work for money instead of training, Goku had been itching for a good match.
Before Uchiha Dali could even respond, Vegeta cut in.
"Kakarot, this one's mine!"
"But I asked him first if he wanted to spar, Vegeta."
"Stop talking nonsense! Hey, what's your name?"
Vegeta glared at Uchiha Dali as if the man owed him money.
But Dali didn't get angry—in fact, he found the situation rather amusing.
"I just don't know which Dragon Ball timeline this is. Judging by their ages, it definitely isn't Goku's childhood. With the second Piccolo here, it's probably the Z era."
"In other words…"
He was still thinking when Vegeta grew impatient again.
"I'm talking to you! Answer me, alien!"
"Me? Alien?"
Dali paused, pointing at himself. Then he gave a helpless little chuckle and nodded. "I guess I am an alien, technically."
"Alright then, introductions. My name is Uchiha Dali."
"Uchiha… Dali?"
"What a strange name!"
"'Dali'? Does that mean 'strong' or something?"
"Don't comment on people's names, Chiaotzu."
"…"
Everyone began whispering among themselves after hearing his name.
Piccolo, however, remained cold and alert. "Vegeta, this guy's aura is… unusual. You'd better be careful."
"Mind your own business! I don't need you worrying about me!"
Though Vegeta's words were harsh, his guard was indeed up.
Piccolo was a Namekian—his race had a natural talent for sensing ki, one even more refined than the Saiyans'.
But truthfully, Vegeta didn't even need Piccolo's warning. He could feel it himself—the mysterious man before them had an aura unlike any they'd ever encountered.
"I'm not here to cause trouble," Dali said. "I just have a few questions I want to ask."
Seeing all these warriors glaring at him like he was an enemy made him sigh inwardly. He was trying to explain himself.
But Vegeta didn't give him the chance. "Less talking! Come on! Show me what you've got!"
"My fists have been itching for a good fight!"
"So quick to fight, huh…"
Dali could only shake his head helplessly.
Then, he slowly raised one finger.
Everyone stared at him in confusion. Vegeta frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Is he trying to say he'll finish the fight in one minute?" Piccolo guessed, his expression mixed with shock and uncertainty.
That alone showed he didn't think Vegeta stood much of a chance.
The reason was simple—the man's ki was too strong. So strong that even from the moment he appeared, Piccolo felt frozen in place, unable to move.
It was the first time he had ever felt something like this—an instinctive sense that he could never defeat this opponent.
"One minute to finish Vegeta? Isn't that a bit much?" Yamcha said incredulously.
Tenshinhan watched the two silently, his expression serious.
Chiaotzu clung to Tenshinhan's arm, trembling with fear.
Even Goku's face grew serious for the first time.
Yet his eyes gleamed with anticipation.
"You bastard!" Vegeta snarled. "You think you can beat me in one minute? Who the hell do you take me for?!"
"One move," Dali interrupted.
"What did you say?"
Vegeta froze.
Not just him—everyone did.
Even Goku thought he'd misheard.
"O-one move?" Yamcha swallowed hard. "Is he serious?"
"If that's his normal state, the aura he's showing now might make it possible to defeat Vegeta in one move, but still…" Tenshinhan said cautiously.
He knew very well that Saiyans could transform—and every transformation drastically increased their power, far beyond their base form.
So once the real fight started, if Vegeta transformed, he might not necessarily lose.
Among everyone present, only Goku believed Dali's words completely.
He widened his eyes in awe. "One move to beat Vegeta? Wow! Amazing!"
"Even I can't do that…"
Vegeta's veins bulged as he turned toward Goku. "Of course you can't, Kakarot! So shut up!"
Still, deep down, having his greatest rival admit he couldn't one-shot him—it was a form of recognition.
After all, this was Kakarot—the first to become a Super Saiyan, the man Vegeta had always been chasing.
"Uchiha Dali, was it? Hmph…"
Vegeta glanced at Dali, then closed his eyes and smirked arrogantly.
He no longer looked furious; instead, his expression was full of disdain. "I don't know where you came from or what your deal is, but you're way too full of yourself."
"Beating me in one move? Keep dreaming."
"Go ahead and attack. If I have to fight back, I'll admit defeat!"