Chapter 429: Another Powerful Enemy Appears?
Vegeta sat on the couch with his arms crossed, looking thoroughly displeased as he watched his wife, Bulma, rushing about—talking on the phone one moment, packing items the next.
"Is this trip really that necessary?"
His face remained stiff and sour, and as the pile of luggage grew larger, he finally couldn't help but ask.
"Vegeta, at least come help me out! Don't just sit there doing nothing…"
But Bulma's words didn't even register in Vegeta's ears.
Because at that very moment, his eyes suddenly widened in shock as he looked up toward the ceiling.
The look on his face was one of pure disbelief, as though he had just seen a ghost.
Bulma was still going on and on, but Vegeta abruptly stood up and strode straight toward the door.
"Hey, Vegeta! Where are you going?"
Bulma was dumbfounded.
She had never seen her husband outright ignore her and just walk off like that.
The moment he stepped outside, Vegeta didn't say a word. Suddenly, he transformed into a Super Saiyan—golden aura flaring around him—and blasted straight through the wall and ceiling, vanishing into the sky.
"Wh–What's going on with Vegeta?"
Bulma stood frozen in place.
At the same time, elsewhere—
In a remote valley, Yamcha, Tien Shinhan, and Chiaotzu were in the middle of intense training when they suddenly stopped and simultaneously looked up toward the sky.
All three of their faces grew tense.
"That energy… Has another enemy come to Earth?" Yamcha said gravely.
"It's unbelievably powerful—unlike anything we've ever felt before. Who could it be?"
Tien's face was tight with caution, his eyes locked in the direction of the distant aura.
Beside them, Chiaotzu was trembling.
The energy was so immense it made his entire body quiver with fear.
"Piccolo's energy is moving too… and Vegeta's!"
"Looks like everyone's already sensed it. We should go as well!"
Yamcha said, powering up instantly.
A moment later, he shot into the sky like a launched missile, streaking toward the source of the power.
"Chiaotzu, let's go too!"
Tien and Chiaotzu released their own energy, their auras flaring brightly.
Both rose into the air using the Flying Technique, swiftly following after Yamcha.
Meanwhile, on a cliffside—
Goku, who was farming to support his family, had taken a short break after lunch to squeeze in some training.
But just as he transformed into Super Saiyan mode, he immediately sensed an overwhelming energy rapidly approaching Earth.
Its speed—and its sheer pressure—surpassed even the strongest enemies he had ever faced.
Goku's expression turned puzzled. "What's going on? Frieza was already defeated, and Majin Buu's long gone… So why is there another aura this strong?"
Though confused, Goku's eyes soon gleamed with excitement.
A powerful foe arriving on Earth—now that was good news.
It meant he finally had an excuse to ditch work and fight again. He could train, test himself, and grow stronger.
Grinning widely, he shouted to his young son nearby, "Hey!! Goten! Go home on your own for now, okay? Daddy's got something to take care of!"
"Where are you going, Dad?" Goten asked curiously.
But Goku didn't answer. His golden aura flared brighter, and with a thunderous boom, he rocketed into the sky, disappearing in seconds.
Watching his father vanish in the blink of an eye, Goten blinked, murmuring to himself, "Oh no… If Mom finds out Dad ditched work again, she's gonna flip…"
"I'd better hide for a while… Maybe I'll go find Trunks."
Thinking that, Goten took off into the air, heading toward Bulma's place.
…
In the void above the planet, Uchiha Dali suddenly appeared, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
This was a remote, barren mountain range far from any populated area.
Towering peaks rose like massive stone pillars straight from the ground.
The land was bare—no greenery, no animals, nothing alive.
He didn't move forward—there was no need to.
He could already sense that all the strongest energies on this planet were heading toward his position.
Clearly, they had detected him.
"These energy signatures… They're worlds apart from that dinosaur monster's," he muttered with amusement.
"They're much stronger."
Uchiha Dali spoke to himself with mild curiosity before casually descending onto one of the massive stone pillars.
Finding a flat boulder, he sat cross-legged and waited calmly.
Moments later, the first powerhouse arrived.
From afar, Uchiha Dali saw a green figure flying toward him, moving faster than the speed of sound—wearing a white turban-like headpiece and a flowing white cape.
Despite the distance, Dali could clearly make out his appearance and clothing.
At first sight, Dali's expression froze. "It's him?"
Piccolo the Great Demon King.
Or rather, his reincarnation—Piccolo Jr.
To be sure he wasn't mistaken, Dali remained still, observing quietly.
Piccolo soon landed nearby, on a separate stone pillar facing him. His entire stance was on guard, eyes sharp and alert, treating Dali like an immediate threat.
"Do you need something from me?"
Dali smiled faintly, noting the tension in Piccolo's posture.
"Who are you?" Piccolo demanded, uncertainty written all over his face.
The man didn't look hostile—but Piccolo had faced too many smiling predators before.
And this stranger's energy… was terrifyingly vast.
Even without fighting, just standing near him made Piccolo's limbs feel weak, his body nearly petrified under the sheer weight of Dali's aura.
If they fought, he knew—he'd be obliterated in an instant.
Cold sweat slid down his cheek.
Uchiha Dali found his reaction amusing.
Just as he was about to respond, more powerhouses began arriving one after another.
And the moment the second figure appeared, Uchiha Dali completely confirmed which dimension—and which planet—he had arrived in.
The newcomer's golden aura blazed like fire, his hair and even his eyebrows glowing gold.
That unmistakable Super Saiyan form told Dali everything he needed to know.
And with that M-shaped hairline and distinctive battle armor…
There was no doubt about it—he was looking at the proud Saiyan Prince himself: Vegeta.
"So that's where I've ended up," Dali said with a wry smile, shaking his head in realization.